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kateubanks · 7 months
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panther
a light patter of rain traveling up and down the hallway in the witching hours.
featureless in the lack of light that you camouflage into.
slinking between the shadows, you're a secret agent. you hide a greater mission.
and without you, we'd be vulnerable to the threats — the passing car, the fly in the window, and the ever-menacing empty glass, appropriately perched on a ledge.
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bookmarkquinn · 4 months
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Vegan Shopper
List your top 5 grocery store items. My grocery poem. I am vegan and proud of it too. I buy loads of veg, to keep me on the loo. I haven’t a top five, I haven’t a clue. But, onion, parsnips and potatoes are the best. Brocoli and carrots are the rest. These are just five, of the things that I buy. Why don’t you give them a try?
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voicesandthoughts · 1 year
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All the world's a stage
and loves a game
A new play for each age
a new play but it's all the same
Spot lighted masks and souls
Every seat is filled, every ticket sold
but only the rare ones know their lines
the rest of us are left to improvise
trying to win love or validation or will to go on
whatever it is, the audience's prize
those that share their script when you're in disarray
are with whom you form the strongest bonds
fall on your face and find yourself out of place
but the play must go on
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writersbeware · 2 years
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A-Z Nonsense
Absolute brevity counts deviating exactly from gargantuan hemispheres including juxtaposed kaleidoscopic lessons maneuvering nicely opposing political quintessence righteously surrendered, tendered under vociferous wanton xenophobic youthful zealots.  
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marshmellow-dragon · 8 months
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Two roads diverged in a wood
And at the cross roads I stood
Unsure about which path to take
I worried I would make a mistake
"Don't fear", my brain said
You'll just stand here,
procrastinating,
Until you are dead.
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crybb-poe · 9 months
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𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝑒
𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓂𝑒
𝒸𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝑔𝒶𝓅 𝓅𝑒𝑒𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔
𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅 𝒷𝓊𝓉
𝓉𝒷𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓀𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔
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easterp · 10 months
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Morning Coffee
Tickles my lips with frothy cream Delights my tongue, so sweet Warm and wonderful like a dream My morning coffee treat Warmth slips past my waiting lips And slips onto my tongue So happy I hardly have a grip Its energy making me young That very first taste warms my soul From my tongue down to my knees I feel it filling me with delight Every last bit of me pleased A little sigh as I…
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tubbytarchia · 3 months
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The bloodied moon cried for you, but you only heard the stars The weeping moon then bled for you, but you only saw her scars
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linkvcr · 3 months
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grieving
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hobbitinthetardis · 6 months
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Lines from Grímnismál from the Poetic Edda
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kaet-draws · 12 days
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…in the field, the ground warms as blood seeps into the dirt. (Nathaniel Orion G. K, "הבל | hevel")
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always-coffee · 14 days
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After The Tower Falls
Here is the secret: eventually, the ache stops, the devastation quickens and then slows, the anger arrives righteous and in want of a reckoning,
and then, it turns back to shadow, suddenly, as if had not been burning a moment before, and in that empty space, there is quiet, and in that quiet, there is relief, like cool water from a soft stream, your heart
is no longer howling, and the pieces of the past all around you
no longer feel like destruction, but a fresh start, flowers growing out of the cracks, a bright song of possibility,
and you know you survived it, the worst thing, the impossible thing, the heartbreak
didn’t break you after all— breathe.
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bookmarkquinn · 6 months
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Losing my Shoe
Haiku by Mark Quinn My shoe Haiku from a dream I had last night. I’m on holiday and I’m trying to climb between two very unsecured walls with a very big gap in between. HAIKU Can I climb between the gap.My TOMS full of dirt.I’ll loose my TOMS forever.
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roridomyces · 9 months
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Triptych
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writersbeware · 1 month
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Poem on Education
Education Magic bullet Gateway to stars Door to continuous learning Within easy reach Requires some effort Constantly yearning
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arthursfuckinghat · 1 month
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The sun is your halo, for it is always above you.
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Arthur and Weetabix 𑁦𐂂𑁦 Scarlett Meadows
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