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artofhoneyxbun · 2 years
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I was running up them bands
My pastor started hating me.
I studied English to tell my story
Now they want Murder as my 3rd degree.
Murder I wrote because my heart was just a vacancy
I wanted my love to be a vacation
So I could escape from these efficiencies.
Mother getting jealous while I wore an apron and a hairnet.
I talk too corporate
The hood can’t help it.
I was the poet who ran, that Cynthia woman
They tossed me up and strip me down.
The police are coming.
Tried to remind me
I am no baby
Tried to remind me
I am too manly
Tried.
- 2022 written by HONEYXBUN
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eefrostpoetry · 9 months
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give me all of you or give me nothing
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thiamblogger · 2 months
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meeks + pitts: awkward.
todd: has never seen a woman before.
neil: angry gay.
cam: stunned.
charlie: charlie.
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ardent-reflections · 8 months
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You have sadness living in places sadness shouldn't live.
Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey.
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llovelymoonn · 1 month
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sally wen mao mad honey symposium: "yellow fever"
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honeyxmonkey · 4 months
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applebyraven · 1 month
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Our Ours update!
Chapter 10: Nothing human is alien to me.
RIP Todd Anderson (1942-1961. Got asked too many questions by Charlie Dalton).
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lux-noxaurea11 · 7 days
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- Rupi Kaur
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old-movies-stuff · 10 months
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Dead poets society - 1989
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ragewrites · 9 months
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eefrostpoetry · 10 months
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i've written to many love letters to you and not enough to myself
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thank god and quinta brunson for abbott elementary or else this would’ve been a much shorter poll
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itspileofgoodthings · 6 hours
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that’s uhhhh a lot of religious imagery you got there Taylor
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libraryoflanie · 8 months
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“i am not a hotel room i am home.
i am not the whiskey you want
I am the water you need”
Rupi Kaur, milk and honey
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missdreamer · 6 months
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I love you when I'm sad.
I love you the most when I'm happy.
And I hate how much I love you when I'm mad.
That is enough for those three words to be the sincerest ever, isn't it? Well, fuck it! Keep on surprising me. In what mood would I still say I love you? Do you mind figuring it out when I'm aroused?
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wordsofichor · 1 year
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there are moments in my life where i truly feel like im living in the shadows of what im meant to be. times when people tell me im nothing but wasted potential, dumber and chubbier and lazier and overly dramatic and more tiring than they expected, mourning who i could've been and ignoring who i am now.
i fall into pits of restlessness after hearing these, trying my best to refine myself into someone who fit into the abstract gap of their expectation-built puzzle.
i was a girl shaped to be a winner and yet i melted into a waste.
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