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inkstained · 2 years

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- (j)

#poets on tumblr #inkflows #eloquencenet #nosebleednetwork #bruisedpeachsociety #inkstay #lookaimi #this was part of my uni project abt depression & capitalism agshdjdjdkd #spilled ink #ink

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rabbitfootmouth · 3 years

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#poetry #poems #bruisedpeachsociety #poets on tumblr #writing

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jinxxking · 3 years

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#poetry #nosebleedclub #bruisedpeachsociety #poets on tumblr #poems #reblog > like

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gildedmouths · 3 years

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My poem Calf of Green has been posted to White Wall Review. You can read it here.

I wrote this when I was feeling quite angry at God for taking away my mother.

#poetry #poets on tumblr #poems #writing #bruisedpeachsociety #my writing

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cantarellangel · 4 years

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Alright if yall have ever been interested in listening to me talk about fairies or love, or just receiving emails from me, you can sign up for my newsletter 'Till I return from hell' here!! A new letter will go out at the end of every month! 💖💕🥰

#newsletter #wlwocpoetrynet #bruisedpeachsociety #aishasfamily #spilled ink

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jupiterreed · 4 years

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i. boy feeds on light — a hasty poem i wrote last night for a bps prompt.

#yes it’s about bakugou katsuki #poetry #stream of consciousness #creative writing #alt lit #bakugou katsuki #spilled ink #poets on tumblr #prose #okayodysseus #rejectscorner #oceanblind #babymoonpoet #jupiterswords #bruisedpeachsociety

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bruisedpeachsociety · 4 years

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december, week 1

1. shapelessness 2. jesus on the dashboard 3. a death in the snow 4. warm hands 5. make it holy

#prompts of the week #december 1 #writing prompts #writing inspiration #poetry prompts #creative writing #writers on tumblr #bruisedpeachsociety #bps prompts

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pansdora · 4 years

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The light is golden, it's warm inside. Safe, safe from the grayness of the evening, cruel cold rain, and November wind. This world has been left outside, screaming and raging, as I enter another.

It took a few minutes to shake off the bits of it still clinging to my skin and to my soul. But eventually my hands warmed up and my mind calmed down. More people than usual, talking, buzzing a white noise in the background, so soft compared to what's outside.

It didn't fade of course, I still could hear heavy rain and howling wind, but it's safe now, patio walls and golden lights will keep them at bay. And here I am, a single person, a dot in the middle of the restaurant. I let myself sink into it, dissolve until I faded, and all that's left was other people's small talk and waiters taking orders.

"Safe, safe, safe" this was the only word going through my mind as I basked in the warmth and golden light. God it felt so nice to fall apart, and yet somehow for the first time in a long time feel alive.

My food came, spicy soup with fish parts, and sushi.I was so hungry, but I also realize the food wasn't the main thing I craved. I yearned for softness, gentleness, for the gold light and warmth, for the escape from my life. I wanted to be calm and safe again. I desperately needed to regain myself, even the tiniest bits.

So you ask me if I knew what I was doing choosing this place? Yes I did. I searched for a safe haven in a cold November night, and I knew exactly where to go. Does it take away some magic from it? Probably, or at least it's a different kind, than falling in love with a place for the first time.

That also would be nice, but I didn't need nice, I needed my mind to stop screaming, even for the shortest while, and for my heart to stop yearning for a home to which I couldn't come back, not for a long time.

And it did. I eat slowly, stretching this moment in time. Dreading the minute I’d have to leave. But as all the cruel things in life it eventually comes, sooner than I expected. And so I step outside into the gray cold night, I already hear my mind getting louder. And I can't do it, not again, I'm tired let me rest, let me come home. But it didn't, and I'm still trapped here.

I push one day at a time, but it kills me, more and more each time, and I don't know how much longer I'll be able to walk through the cold night.

#writeblr #original writing #writer #short story #bruisedpeachsociety #writing community #writers #writers on tumblr #artistic writing #my own writing #my writing #sushi #november #winter aesthetic #Sushi Bar at Cold November Night

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enchantixs · 4 years

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—do I have one? // v.v.

#t:poem #eloquencenet #fragments #poetry #savage words #bruisedpeachsociety #spilled writing #spilled poetry #poem #of trauma and suffering.

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ramblebrambleamble · 4 years

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Make it holy.

Burn it with the fire and plunge the ashes in the water and mix it with the clay and make the bricks to build the temple, the temple that will stand when you are buried, where you will be buried, the temple that will be forgotten and that will fall into disrepair and sing eerie to the eyries when the wind whistles through.

Make it holy.

#poetry #poem #my poem #my writing #writing #spilled words #ramblebrambleamble #holy #burn #fire #the four elements #temple #bruisedpeachsociety

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girandr · 4 years

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N. Leon, Untitled II, Until It’s Over

#bruisedpeachsociety #mine #poem #poetry #writing #tw/ assault #snigelpoetry #writers of tumblr #writer #lit #literature #spilledink

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inkstained · 3 years

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dont hold a knife to my throat if you don’t intend to kill me.

that was what i meant to say, that day, when you told me about your family & your fears & your dreams about the future & you pressed the wrong side of the blade against my neck.

blood on the grass, blood on your cheek. i won’t tell you that you’re pretty. i know the song that you’re singing. i’ll hurt you back, i know it.

blood on the grass, blood on your teeth. you’ll tear at my heart but you won’t swallow it. im sick of the song that youre singing. i’ll hurt you back, goddamnit.

i keep chasing the crows away but they keep coming back. i’m a twitching body, still, but not quite a dead one yet. (i told you not to hold a knife to my throat if you don’t intend to kill me.) someone’s pressing their hand to my leaking faucet of a neck and im gurgling blood like a baby, im gurgling your name like a fool. i wont leave you my bones to come back to.

- (j)