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endlesswordsonapage · 1 year

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But I breathed

fire

yesterday

and today,

I’m encased in ice.

When will this

stillness

evade me,

so that I can

get back

to chasing life?

- Reoccurrence

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haleyincarnate · 5 years

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A Final Plea by @endlesswordsonapage

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charliewykes · 6 years

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praise-worthy propaganda

A brave New world Of uncertain Sources. Providing Us with Questionable Perspectives For discerning The truth in Reality’s Projection

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dreamerthinkerwisher · 6 years

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Prose Persona

Why hello lovely people! :)

I just wanted to take the time to thank you for giving me the honour of being followed by you. Is it always much appreciated.

I am, however, conscious that some of you may have decided to follow me after reading one of my writing pieces, which I submitted to a writing blog.

If so, please be aware that I will not be posting any of my writing pieces on my dreamerthinkerwisher page.

Instead, my writing will be posted on my writing blog endlesswordsonapage, the link for which is below:

http://endlesswordsonapage.tumblr.com

You may, therefore, be more interested in my writing blog.

I will continue to submit writing pieces using my dreamerthinkerwisher persona (tumblr prevents me from doing this using endlesswordsonapage) but any submissions that are posted will be reblogged to my writing blog regardless.

Now that I am certain we are all on the same page, have a lovely day or night, wherever you are in the world and happy tumblring!

Much love :) x

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ginadope · 3 years

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Hello! This is me, some small poetry blog with a weird name :) As this absolute a$$hole of a year is coming to an end, I’d like to say <3 thank you <3 to the writers that made it a little better for me:

@written-honey @haikkun @a-few-tumbles-later @lost-ends-found @robertjw4688 @hedonistpoetbyhira @praggya1993 @harrybpoetry @chuckakot @endlesswordsonapage @dg-fragments @justscribbledwords @heartofmuse @drearydaffodil @quaintobsessions @4sss @the-outsider-girl @wordrummager @eshaninjer @william-warren-writes @internalearthquake @hannahflowerspoetry @jonaswpoetry @rhapsodyinblue80 @stormykatie @adamantseal @write-as-rains

In no particular order, mostly from memory, on a dying laptop :) Wishing you a great 2021, coming back to watching Dirty Dancing. <3, m.

#thank you #keep writing #with ease #and passion

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aprilmcpoetry · 4 years

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8 people I would like to get to know tag.

I was tagged by @sparklingwritings thank you!! <3

I. Name: April

II. Birthday: 17/04/1996

III. Zodiac Sign: Aries

IV. Height: 5′4′’

V. Hobbies: Poetry, Salsa dancing

VI. Favourite colour: Pink

VII. Favourite books: The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern, and The Shock of the Fall by Nathan Filer

VIII. Last song I listened to: Mad Love by Mabel

IX. Last movie I watched: Goodfellas

X. Inspiration for muse: Nature and love

XI. Dream job: Psychologist (Clinical or Forensic, wherever life takes me)

I tag: infinitely-poetic, endlesswordsonapage, write-as-rains, vodkaisthatyou, wordsaregolden22, somepiecesofmyheartandsoul, evergreenwords, hannahflowerspoetry

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poeticstories · 6 years

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I just wanted to thank you so much for reblogging my works and for leaving comments when you do. The way you sometimes emphasis certain lines, compliment my work or direct readers to the intent, adding words of your own is what I look forward to when I've seen that you've reblogged my writing. So, thank you for doing that; it honestly means a lot and brightens my day :) Endlesswordsonapage

That is really nice of you to say, we feel honored. Thank you so much! Keep writing! =')

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endlesswordsonapage · 2 years

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We are,

reflections in a mirror

rippling,

against the tides

of our yesterday.

- Soul Twin

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endlesswordsonapage · 1 year

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Adrift in the mist,

I soul-search

until my lungs bleed

with the cold

but still,

frost chases me

and I’m left

clutching at nothing

but questions,

buckling

under the strain

of holding onto

so many

unanswered dreams.

- Where Winter Waits

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endlesswordsonapage · 3 years

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Sometimes,

I feel like I’m drowning

and yet somehow,

with the force of a mountain,

with the will of fragile steel,

I push my way to the surface,

to sip

a precious breath of air,

only to lose my grip

once more

and fall

to the silent depths,

drowning again.

- Life, on repeat

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endlesswordsonapage · 3 years

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I can be,

weak-kneed

and starry-eyed,

whilst my heart

beats,

to the thought of you.

- Whispers of a Dream

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endlesswordsonapage · 3 years

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I’ve been

standing on the edge

since the age of seventeen;

it once didn’t take much

for me to fall deep.

To hurtle

into the black hole

awaiting me below,

the one that I then

called my ever loving home.

But things have changed

from then til now,

you see,

I learned to build myself a rope,

to climb

like I never have done before.

I have burn marks

on my hands,

sweat drenching my brow,

my back arched

until I fear, it is fixed in place.

Muscles strained

to the point of cement,

breathing laboured,

I look up

to the surface

and think in desperation,

how much more?

Sometimes,

the bottom,

it feels so much closer,

the draw

pulling me

right back down.

I guess this is life

when you live with depression,

a constant and unending

tug of war:

to rise

or

to just let go.

Inspired by the music by NF.

Author’s note: In my head, this reads as more of a rap than a poem.

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endlesswordsonapage · 3 years

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I’m starved for affection

so much,

that I walk to the devil,

blindly,

seeking love.

When I am burned

by the lethal fire,

I say

this is untold passion.

When I am weakened

by the virulent poison,

I claim

this is vital air.

Sickly

and lifeless,

is the look

I have learned to wear,

whilst delusions

have become my daydreams

and reality,

my unending nightmares.

Worth,

can be eroded

thought,

consumed,

the smell of fear and desperation,

my natural perfume.

Mirrors

are a stranger,

if anything,

they are my worst,

sworn enemy,

for they’ll show me

how I’ve lost my spine

and all parts

of my identity.

- The Forgotten Woman

Turn, not to another, to fill the missing parts of you.

Instead, look within; you are enough to reach completeness yourself.

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endlesswordsonapage · 3 years

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The cost

of my silence,

is beating down

on my chest,

suffocating

my lungs,

crystallising

my tongue.

It pools

deep beneath,

rotting me away

slowly,

killing me

from the inside,

infecting

my lie of a paradise.

With it,

I am doomed

to bear

the mark of your words,

the cutting remarks

that bleed me dry,

until I learned

lifelessness

is a way to survive.

But even then,

there’s a wisp

of feeling,

holding on tight

within me,

call it childish hope,

the breath of a masochist

or the simple, instinctive want

of unconditional acceptance and love,

it clings

like maybe it knows

one day, you will deliver,

one day, you won’t disappoint,

but the rest of me

has accepted the truth;

I will always be lesser

in the weight

of your eyes.

- The impact of a parent

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endlesswordsonapage · 3 years

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Destructive,

and tormented;

you may just

mistake me for Suffering,

were you not to see me

wear the skin of a human.

- More than just Matter

Inspired by this Sylvia Plath quote:

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endlesswordsonapage · 3 years

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There’s a suffocation

beneath your surface;

the stillness of emptiness

has invaded and set in.

The anchor

keeping you in place

has lost its weight.

The breath

you breathe from your lungs

has frozen

without any heat from the sun.

Darkness

has become your friend,

Loneliness

that ache from a constant companion.

You starve

for when you’ll be you again,

you hunger

for feeling to return.

What else can you do

except float in purgatory?

Surrendering your last prayer

to keep the final flicker of hope

from burning out to ash,

only to disappear,

never to be seen again.

- If sadness were just a feeling, I would have purged it long ago. Really, it’s a monster, that grips and never lets go.

Inspired by the song Paralyzed by NF:

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