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genderfluidcrowley · 1 year
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Vison of the future
when the last drops of oil have been burnt
i will feel all that never was
like an aching in my bones
and the thickest smoke to ever be
will wrap its tendrils tight around us
clogging up our lungs
till all that can be uttered
is a prayer to a silenced god
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the-cautious-zombie · 2 years
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"When I Opened My Eyes."
The first post I did for escapril! I really liked how this came out and it got me very excited for every prompt this month!
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otherli · 2 years
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ESCAPRIL 2022: DAY 1
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verwandlung · 2 years
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escapril 2022
When i open my eyes
and the pillows smelled of you —
turned away
still seized by slumbers'
cruel clutches.
fractured colours
through fractured glass,
dancing across duvet covers,
prancing across pillow cases;
slink and shy along
loose strands of hair;
tendrils woven, tightly wound,
locking the locket —
the chest of deep,
deep within mine own
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nativerse · 2 years
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when i opened my eyes
when I open my eyes I have nutrient-rich soil thick and soft in my hands and I leave the flowerbed full of it,
and there’s a certain sort of light dawning in that reminds me of instinct, something to sink into, grow out of and watch color the other side of the room,
and it’s like a memorized photograph to me, glazed into my mind with thumbprints around the edges, garden tools worn from use and discarded in the pillowed weeds until tomorrow morning
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bonnie-bonnie · 2 years
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It's that time of year again, folx! Day 1 prompt: when I opened my eyes
https://www.instagram.com/p/Cbz6P4ZIzk6i5PT_Gln7cYiL0QNzHniHX1gf0U0/?utm_medium=tumblr
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throwawaywoman · 2 years
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when i opened my eyes
i was in a starbucks, and i could
not tell you how i got there.
no footprints left behind, or any
breadcrumbs dropped along the path
could lead me to where i came from.
when i opened my eyes
the world opened up again
and became louder, the noise from
the cafe chattering over the
loud ringing in my ears,
grounding me through the
weekly coffee catchups.
when i opened my eyes
the world turned to watercolour,
the greyscale fading from view as
quickly as it came, draping over my
world like a weighted blanket of
colourless nothingness.
when i opened my eyes
i felt my feet again, planted on the
floor, rooted into the soil as opposed to
the floating sensation of feeling like you're
not quite here.
opening my eyes,
meant seeing myself again;
it meant seeing the world again
for all that it is,
and for all that i am.
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mothpoems · 2 years
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4.1.22 // id in alt text
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4/1/23- Visions of The Future
i lay awake each night
with visions of the future
and for the first time,
i don't fear them.
for the first time,
i welcome them.
for the first time,
i let them wash over me
and i bask in the warmth
of their possibilities.
the fear ive always felt
is still there,
but the excitement
is finally louder.
my nature is to cower
and bow down to the fear.
for the first time,
i don't want to.
for the first time,
i want to stand and welcome
the visions of the future.
for the first time,
i want to see my future
because the future i see each night
is not one to fear,
its one i want to welcome
because its one full of you.
-Fel "Visions of The Future
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angelus-a13 · 1 year
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vision of the future
watching, watching, waiting for the mist to clear for eyes to see what’s up ahead their sight is swimming, swirling screams warping their senses the smoke creeping in it’s loud, so loud they’re found on the marsh crumpled, a silent scream on their lips a frozen vision beyond their sight
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flugsvamp88 · 1 year
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vision of the future
(1/4/23)
hey love, here’s a letter before i vanish hear me out, let me go ⠀⠀⠀i am drained and worn out hear me when i call see me when i call for help crying in the rain steamed up windows ⠀⠀⠀see me when i call
c.m
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wingl3ssthing · 2 years
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deepbluehyacinth · 2 years
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Sometimes I wonder if you feel the same. If you ever look at the stars and wonder what I’m doing. If you ever eat that fruit and remember the joke I made about its flavor. If you listen to that song, or hear someone mention that author, or see a word in that language, and you can’t help thinking about me.
The rest of the time I know for sure that just one of us fell.
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barelyevenwriting · 9 months
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Day 1 Ego
It comes to you easier than breathing,
And lighter than any silence.
    It’s light footsteps
Over hardwood floors
And reaching for forgiveness
With fingers curled tightly
Into sweat-soaked palms
    It’s all of this
And nothing
Clinging onto old wounds
That will soon mean nothing
    It comes to you in quiet waves,
And half-started conversations.
    You’re so much better than this,
Soaring higher at places
And sinking deeper than saltwater.
    Because you swore you would never be echoes
On silent halls
Never remembered words in deep longing
    You are better than this:
Wide careless smiles
And eyes that call out to begging
And pleasing
And noise over silence
    Slick palms
Warm mouths
    You rest
Clean and unforgiving
A blade of grass
Hurtful yet unassuming
    It comes easy for you,
This forgetting
This silence
    It seeps quieter than alcohol
In tired veins
It’s easier than this.
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when i opened my eyes.
i'm woken by a velvet sun
day's nothing more than a vast ocean of moments
its salt burns deep inside my skull.
i bury my fear beneath the doorstep and turn my back, heading to the woods
for i haven't wandered enough.
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rosesloveletters · 2 months
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I’m really excited to do escapril again this year. If you haven’t heard of that it’s an account on instagram (@escapril) and basically for the entire month of April, there’s a prompt a day for people to write a poem inspired by that day’s prompt. It was so fun last year and I wrote so many new poems. They usually release the prompt list a month early so writers can get a jump on creating early if they want to. If that’s the case, maybe I’ll work on that for my birthday? As long as the prompt list is released on March 1 like normal, I’ll have the list just in time for my birthday so maybe I could go to a coffee shop and write? Having a March birthday is rather frustrating because it’s usually too cold to go outside and therefore there isn’t a whole lot to do, but writing could be fun.
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