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[jrambles]

You've watched unspeakable violence at my hands. You've washed my blood off in the sink, cleaned my scraped knuckles. But god, you touch me so soft I can hardly feel it. Like something delicate, something breakable. I close my eyes; and I think of home. You're standing at the door.

-my poem

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[rjrosario]

“I am loved. I am happy. Yet, simultaneously within me, lives this incomplete existence; I am walking around with an empty, gnawing hole in the middle. I am the very act of begging to be whole, and I feel terribly guilty for it: how can I allow myself to be this way? My struggle is not even half the amount of others. This minuscule ounce of depression doesn’t warrant these dramatics… this terrible desperation.”

— © R.J. Rosario, Ode to the Drowned

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[ragewrites]

February 21, Lianna Schreiber 21 / 02 / 2023

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[ricoiscool]

we desperately hold on to tomorrow

we speed through country roads

banging the roof of your car

music pours out of four open windows

and we howl like wolves

we sing like songbirds

escaping yesterday

like a scent that leaves

as quickly as she came

we clutch each other in our hands

with a death-grip on someday

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[snowheartsz]

hiraeth (by snowy)

sometimes at night when I’m choking on my own spit, my tears, i simply need a hug. a warm one. an all-encompassing one, where all that matters is me and you, your heartbeat gradually soothing mine into a restful state. hands may wander, grazing upon my skin like cattle, and I shiver. i flinch at each touch, but it hurts. so. good. i hate pain, i despise it, and I love living, so desperately. and I’m more than capable of taking care of myself, i know that, but sometimes? sometimes, I just need to be cared for.

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[melissalencioni]

I have tried to tell the truth the entire time and you have not allowed me to.

You have always punished. Reality does not fit your vision.

My inner child weeps, for it always tells the truth and is not being heard. Or, when it is heard, your delusion thinks that it is lying.

You stand there, imposing, convinced that you are right.

How wrong you are to make my innocence cry with the evil taint of doubt.

Forgiveness quells the Spirit, but I will never forgive you. You and your rules have made me die.

You are an ugly tumor, always festering with self- righteousness, tightening a noose that you deny.

You will never see it.

But I do.

Always.

I am never you.

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[thewritershand]

You loved me just as the wolf does the lamb—something to devour, something to destroy.

There was a twinkle in your eye the first time I said you I loved you.

At the time, I foolishly thought it was reciprocation, but now I believe it was accomplishment.

You had captured me, full of naivety.

Innocent as a lamb.

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[free-grandmaa]

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[dailybraindump]

Lack of Communication (2023)

Tell me your secrets as

I’ve told you mine.

Tell me your broken or

Totally fine.

Where do you go when you push

Me away?

Where do you go every time I try to

Stay?

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[vodkalock]

here's a poem i wrote after i saw that one about glow-in-the-dark stars

How to write poetry when the world does it for you?

Here's one.

My keyboard is splattered in silver, from paint I flicked onto a canvas of a blue hand stretched across red nebulae. There's clay residue on the edges, because my version of washing my hands in the pottery studio is dipping my hands in the bucket of clay-water - really, there's clay residue on everything I own, since fabric is a much better towel than paper. There's a sticker on the bottom left, a silly joke about my ass, as much a part of the keyboard as its keys.

Here's another.

I've worn the same necklace since I was fifteen years old. Four different iterations of it, one with its own key and one with a rusted locket and two with irregularly shaped links, but the same necklace. A silver padlock on a silver chain. It's not in my senior photo but it's everywhere else, in selfies with my partner and family photos and Instagram posts and TikTok videos. With the necklace, a silver Celtic knot on my left ring finger and a black tennis ring on my left thumb and two gold rings in one ear and one in the other. There used to be a thin gold ring on my right middle finger, but it snapped after four years of never taking it off. Last year, I added a black stone set in silver.

Here's a sadder one.

Me.

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[rjrosario]

��To be loved terribly, unreasonably, unfathomably. In ways your human mortal heart could no longer contain. Devoted, fervoured; bordering on religious. It's one of my greatest flaws, that: how I have only ever wanted love that was all consuming. It’s every fiber of your being or nothing at all; I want you to want me despite the mess, I need you to love me despite it being me.”

— © R.J. Rosario, Ode to the Drowned

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[ragewrites]

Etch (II), Lianna Schreiber 28 / 01 / 2023

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[carsicklover]

sometimes i wonder, if the flowers cry.

i wonder if they beg for forgiveness

“he loves me”

would they feel their skin tearing apart?

“he loves me not”

would they feel fear puncturing their frail bodies?

i wonder if they scream in pain, if they pray to their gods, if they wished they were wilted and ugly.

“he loves me”

being hideous means they wouldn’t be picked, uprooted, torn apart, and then left to rot.

“he loves me not”

i wonder if they miss their petals when all that’s left is their spine and a little stump.

“he loves me”

i wonder if they cry over their loss of self. how they look closer to a measly piece of grass then a beautiful plant.

“oh… he loves me not…”

do they lie in shame, or in sadness?

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[ricoiscool]

cursive

when you speak it’s like cursive

pretty words which could dispel curses

so soft spoken as if you

weren’t speaking at all

a script too perfect to be real

not a single wasted sentence

nor empty word

maybe it’s not worth it to obsess

over such a delicacy,

like a bouquet of flowers

i’m too afraid to water

because when i finally turn around

ready to nurture you

all your petals

will be gone with the breeze

~ T

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[sparks-chaotic-cove]

In the end, it all will fall.

All those hopeful wishes and pantomimed calls,

All the empty spaces that were left upon your walls,

In the end, all of it will fall.

So shed no tears and cry no more,

cycles, deary, appear evermore.

for what will die will live again

and for what falls down will rise up with a grin.

For the dead feed the earth, and the earth feeds new life.

For tears feed healing, and healing feeds a smile.

Smile grows to laughter, and laughter from within

is the greatest thing a person can ever win.

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[bittersweettragic]

I love her so much I almost don’t even want to tell her.

I could be content as one of her closest friends, but could I really?

I think my heart might shatter if she were with someone else the way I spend my time daydreaming of how she would be with me.

Should someone love her more than I, then I’ll step aside, they’ll have to excuse me when my heart no longer beats.

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