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tellherium · 10 months

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It was Never about You //

3 of 3: Poems From the First Evening I've Spent Alone in Over a Month

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demonic-mnemonic · 3 months

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Sometimes

"I would die for you"

Just means

"I am afraid"

And it's true, I am

Afraid

Of many things

But I am

Less afraid of

Death

Than what it means to

Live without you

#poetry #or something #idk i'm drunk #drunk poetry

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sanddollarpoems · 1 year

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And I wouldn't mind

Getting caught up

In your arms

Tangled

Like grass along the edges

Of a fast moving river

I wouldn't mind

Your fingers in my hair

Lips against my skin

Tongue on my neck

I could surrender to you

In a breath

In a heartbeat

Should you so want

To tame me

#sanddollarpoems #spilled ink #poem #poetry #quick write #sextry #poetryslutsreloaded #drunk poetry

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rellscribbles · 4 days

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You're just a personification

Of what I longed for

Now I'm left to fend for myself

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iamalreadycoolest · 4 months

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i realised i would either have to murder or become god to ever make you proud so i killed you.

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iamnotatherapist · 2 years

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Narcissists move on very quickly, other than they cannot be alone, having fragile egos, needing constant validation, is because they need to prove the problem in the relationship was you not them. Look who wants me, look who’s texting me, the problem couldn’t possibly be me.

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coffeedreamsandwords · 4 months

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I look down upon your face

A face of a god

A face that, thousands of years ago,

Would have been carved into stone.

A face of beauty and perfection

Complete with soft, soulful eyes.

I look down upon your face

As you gaze up at mine,

Eyes filled with love.

You see me, completely bare.

And the face of a god looks up at me

And his lips part with the voice of honey

Saying "you're more gorgeous than anything"

Saying "you're my queen"

Saying "I've never seen anyone more beautiful"

In a moment of sin, a god worships me.

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cassidygrace89 · 7 months

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I worry

Like all of the prophecies before me,

I worry.

I worry upon any fixation that is now presented before me.

Death? What happens after?

Will I spend eternity in a cold dark room? Or will I suffer. Will I exist? Will I see everyone again? Or once life escapes my grip, will it all just… go away?

I worry.

I worry of the small moments I love escaping my fingers.

I think that if my clock worked right, maybe I wouldn’t worry so much.

I pick my face to pick away my worries, but they simply cannot be plucked.

I demand answers now, but answers choose not present themselves to me accordingly.

I worry that things simply do not roll off my back because I have too many rolls attached.

Oh holy fuck,

I worry.

-cass/ and my notes

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fragmentsofmymindinwords · 9 months

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He was as magical as he was sad, that boy. I saw him, clinging to that bottle for dear life, and drinking from it, as if he could drown every burden and all his pain in the burning sensation of the liquid going down his throat and into his stomach, sending him into a blissful state of forgetfulness and numbness.

But I saw it. I saw it, deep into his eyes as he held my wrists and locked his eyes with mine. I saw the sadness and the loneliness he tried so hard to hide. And it was so heartbreaking. He was so young. No one that age should be allowed to feel such sorrow.

However, in that moment, in which he looked at me and time stopped, I realized that he was the spitting image of me when I was his age. Drunk, confused, lonely, and so, so lost. I felt such a strong urge to hold him in my arms and let him cry his pain away until he felt whole again.

He had to leave, though. And, although he left the house that day, he hasn't left my mind since. Something in those big, melancholic eyes told me that I've got to offer him what nobody offered me: a hand to reach out to and a shoulder to cry on. I've got to offer him company, even at the bottom of the pit. Keep him company, be it in heaven, be it in hell.

I have got to help him heal his wounds until they become scars, and then I've got to teach him to love them.

I've got to be, to that boy, what I wish I'd had the most. I've got to be the someone who he knows will always be there for him, no matter who he is or how broken he is.

The drunken boy, gripping that goddamn bottle, his knuckles white, told me all of that, just staring into my eyes. It was just for a moment, but it was enough for me to see. Enough for me to recognize him as someone who once had been me.

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deadly-danaid · 7 months

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"My dad always told me to be proper, spent every second getting it right. That way, if someone touched me, I could cleanly take out their eye"

-- Protect Yourself || Monica (Moka) Lynn

#spilled ink #words or whatever #journal #creative writing #word art #black and white #spilled thoughts #writers on tumblr #writers #poetry #prose poetry #prose #writers and poets #dead poets society #drunk poetry #couplet #rhyme

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living-dead-girl515 · 11 months

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Good God how long

Do we have to exist here

In this place where no one believes us

And everyone thinks we're insane

I've been trying to play it cool

And keep this special brand of crazy

Between just me and you

But fuck I can't help it

It slips out here and there

And for some God forsaken reason

It's just a grand invitation

For every past mistake

To get thrown in my face

Yes, the only good thing

About existing right here

Is that I get to exist here with you

My dear

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tellherium · 6 months

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my angel numbers have moved from 111 to 222 and I am doing my best to think more than ever

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annabeiie420 · 1 year

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i am drunk

and also want hard drugs

#da drunk writing circle #getting drunk #drunk #drunk poetry #drunk thoughts #i am drunk #drunk watch #i love drugs #drugs and society #say no to drugs #drugs mention #sex and drugs #gimme drugs #i need drugs #i like drugs

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sleepitawaydear · 27 days

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god i just want to be taken care of. to be loved. to be noticed. to be known. i don’t know what to do with all this want

#personal #ok to reblog #bpd #trauma #actuallytraumatized #ptsd #tw vent #actually obsessive #heehoo #drunk poetry

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cinnamon-girlllll · 7 months

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i can’t drink wine without thinking about you

you don’t even like wine

maybe that’s why

i remember how you’d sigh when i’d drink it

you would gag and tease me about it

but you secretly loved that it was my drink of choice

you cooed when i held the stem of the glass delicately

and cackled when i gripped it with an iron fist

you’d sip your rum and coke

we’d stare at each other through a drunken haze

dopey smiles on our lips for all to see

in a crowded, dimly-lit restaurant

now i drink wine to try and forget those times

but the liquid in the glass shines like your eyes

and i’m back at the beginning

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rory-is-hiding · 8 months

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sometimes i like to pretend that it's summer, and im just waking up. my bed is hot, the fan on my roof is sitting still. a strange stupor of wakefulness washes into my room. the sun is coming up, its yellow just like i remember it. dust swirls through the stream. i have to go get ready for school. sometimes i like to pretend that it was a bad dream, and that im coming back to life. i wipe sleep from my eyes. i am okay, i comfort myself in my childhood bedroom. the memory falls from me, blurring at the edges. distilling away the pictures and leaving a thick residue behind, a feeling of regret. but im okay.

sometimes i like to pretend none of it was real.

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