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mymagpienest · 2 days
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i-want-to-be-a-poet · 5 months
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God is dead and i wear his skin
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thisispoetrybyamyy · 2 months
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Right now, I can't love anyone, That's why I don't want to offer anyone the sweet treat of love because so much is already happening in my life, And I fear I might ruin someone's life by loving them.
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hairtusk · 5 months
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Anne Sexton, With Mercy for the Greedy (1973)
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creatinganewwlife · 2 months
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Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals
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velvetkisses28 · 2 months
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a billionaire and an eco-fascist can never be a tortured poet.
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fragmentsofemelia · 10 months
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beneaththemooon · 1 year
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Vessels Volume I
Vessels Volume I holds 4 chapters, 35 black and white images and 66 poems.
Deals with a woman going through agony and despondency in her romantic relationships. Her understanding about identity has been stunned. She veers strict enforcement that men has inflicted upon her, a woman's sexual behavior is exceedingly complex, who wants transparency when you can have magic? Is it impossible for a child to be his own father? A child to be her own mother? When we no longer know how to understand who we are, split the root of the flower.
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malenastefano · 5 months
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my poetry website it's finally out: painfullymyself.neocities.org ♡ this one it's one of my favourite poems.
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typewriter-worries · 1 year
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For so many years I was good enough to eat: the world looked at me and its mouth watered.
Next Day, Randall Jarrell
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abitbrokenpoetry · 8 months
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your name will always bring with it a soft sort of sadness.. that falls around my shoulders & embraces me like a blanket. Or a hug.. a thousand memories of your moonbeam smile. And starlit eyes. Filtered through layers of nostalgia.. I’ll remember what was.. but it will be all the what could have beens… that will cause me to swallow the tears until they form oceans within me.. and perhaps when I’m alone one might slip from my eyes & onto my pillow.. as I wish it was your face I was gazing at in the near darkness. Long lashes on your cheekbones… maybe I wouldn’t feel so alone.. maybe I would be happier then.. there will always be an empty hole in me shaped exactly like you and you will never know.
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mymagpienest · 11 days
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i-want-to-be-a-poet · 3 months
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thisispoetrybyamyy · 2 months
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I find myself in constant dialogue with you in my head
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sadowlswriting · 3 months
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I don't call myself a poet. 
I don't feel as though I'm good enough to claim the title as one. 
I say, "I write little poems. I write little stories." . 
Yet, that is it.  
I'm not a poet. I'm not a storywriter. 
 
My words and phrases are too chaotic, too meaningless, to call myself a poet. 
My stories are made too thoughtlessly, litered with too many mistakes, for me to call myself a storywriter. 
And my hands shake too much, and my drawings are never the same style, so I never call myself an artist; "I just draw. I just experiment."
 
I label the things I do with what my intentions were in the beginning. 
I say I will write a poem, and it comes out like this, yet I slap a label of poetry on it, and hope no one goes against it. 
Because if I didn't label my work with what I intended to do, 
Then what is it? 
Then who am I? 
                                                                              -Owl. 
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creatinganewwlife · 11 days
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The bell Jar; Lady Lazarus; The Letters of Sylvia Plath Vol 2: 1956-1963; The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath; The Bell Jar; Daddy; The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath; Elm // Sylvia Plath
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