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vviolynn · 6 months

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only a form of: physical pain

{i wrote this when i was feeling sick, which is incredibly rare for me. i was feeling so horrible that i decided to write about it… and now post it.}

it’s an ache

not one that comes regularly

i’m not one to be sick

but when i am,

the world crumbles underneath my feet

my mind churns

my mind spins

my mind fumbled

my mind trips

my head whines

my head cries

my head hurts

my head beats like a heart,

but in a pained way

my body feels out of place

my arms feel weak

my muscles feel dead and gone

it all crumbles underneath my feet

i fall dizzy

i spin in circles

i tumble hard

all of it occurs

without consent

to fall sick

is to fall into an uncomfortable state

to fall sick

is to fall into a painful state

to feel this form of physical pain

is to feel like you’re slowly dying,

but on the inside alone

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cassemiah · 1 year

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You'll Probably Kill Yourself Out There

The words you carelessly dropped Falling to the ground between us Settling as the warning you thought they were.

But instead they slithered they wrapped their way around my core Forcing me to see.

All those times I stayed All those times I gave it all for you I don't know if you'd ever fully believed.

Because if you think that after all this time After all the tears I've cried That this would be the straw that made me die

Then I don't think you ever truly knew Just what it meant to me to go through The chore that living felt like even with you.

#tw suicide #poetry #poets of tumblr #hurt poem #spilled emotions #spilled words #spilled poetry

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flimythings · 1 month

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"you cant heal if you pretend you're not hurt"

-filmythings

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depression-expressions · 9 months

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When I said I’d let you

Break my heart 1000 times

It wasn’t a fucking challenge

#angry poem #hurt poem #sad poem #heartbreak #poems about heartbreak #short poem #original poem #spilled tears #sad poetry #spilled poetry #spilled words #spilled emotions

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baby-girl-aaron-dessner · 6 months

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“Oh Rascal Children of Gaza” by Palestinian poet, Khaled Juma.

He was born and raised in Al-Shaboura Palestinian Refugee Camp, in the Gaza Strip. He lives there to this day. Before Israel’s latest war crimes, he worked as a school teacher and writer.

#this one really hurts #the children of Gaza #elevating Palestinian voices #khaled juma #free gaza #free palestine #oh rascal children of gaza #palestinian genocide #palestinian art #palestine #palestinians #palestinian poetry #poems #poetry #art #writing #words

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seleennee · 2 months

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And when someone's gone and you're the primary keeper of his memory ; letting go would be a kind of murder, wouldn't it?

#aesthetic #poetrycommunity #spilled thoughts #heartbreak #dark academia #poets of tumblr #love #poetry #poets on tumblr #literature #thoughts #quotes #prose poem #hurt/comfort #words

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tendermimi · 9 months

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Ada Limón, Banished Wonders

#ada limón #poetry #poem #writings #excerpts #words #girlhood #the hurting kind #quotes

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innerinkpoetry · 28 days

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Everything in me left but my heart stayed with you.

-innerink

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flowercrowngods · 1 month

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It's unreal. The light is streaming in through the windows, the curtains still drawn to block out the midday heat, tinging their living room in golden hues that match so well with the light grey fabric of their new sofa.

Eddie should probably snap out of it and head over to the windows, open the curtains and let the light in, and with it the warmth and fresh air of a surprisingly wonderful day.

It's March, he hears the echoes of Steve's giddy voice a week or two ago. Everything's better in March.

Eddie didn't agree then, and he's not sure he agrees now, but he must admit there is something magical about this moment.

Still he remains rooted to the spot, leather jacket heavy on his shoulders, his hands hidden in the sleeves of it, just in case this really is a dream. Just in case someone will come in and snap him out of it, take away their couch and leave an eviction notice.

It's dumb. But Eddie doesn't deal well with things that are unreal. Things that he knows aren't meant for him. Things that he knows he only gets in this one play-through of his life, while millions of other Eddie Munsons are out there in parallel universes who never get to even lay eyes upon a couch this nice. Let alone buy it. From their own real adult money.

It's a corner sofa, the fabric light grey, and he remembers it being harder than it looks. Solid. Just perfect for both their fucked up backs, scar tissue pulling if they sit wrong for too long, phantom pain and muscle aches coming in hot when all they want is to just relax and enjoy a lazy evening.

Eddie bites his lip, trailing his eyes along the pristine fabric, the pillows lining the back of it, the flawless stitches keeping everything in shape.

They have a couch now. A sofa.

It's so fucking unreal.

He drops to the floor right then and there, sitting with his back against the wall, and never once taking his eyes off their sofa. It feels important to look at it for a while. It feels important to wait for Steve. It feels... It feels like maybe he'll ruin everything if he goes and sits on it now.

And it feels really fucking big.

At some point he hears the front door opening, their lock going so smoothly now that Steve fixed it with some graphite, and the sound makes Eddie smile. That's another thing that's unreal. The key barely making any noise, the lock not rattling, the door not creaking and cracking. Eddie pulls a strand of hair between his lips, the smile feeling too silly for this room, for this home, for everything he gets to have now.

For all the tiny things that matter now. All the tiny things he gets to have, turning the key's smooth slide into an allegory of everything he ever wanted but never dared to hope for.

The slide of curtains, the click-click-click of the window handle being turned to let the air in. The breeze of fresh spring air dancing around his nose.

It's all a little much. It's so fucking addicting.

And then Steve. Socked feet coming to a stop beside him, a hand landing in his hair, a voice that's so endlessly warm and fond and maybe a little worried sounding from above him, "Hi, angel."

"Hi," Eddie says, tearing his eyes away from their couch to meet Steve's. The sunlight from the windows hugs him, making him glow. Eddie smiles. He smiles and smiles and never wants to stop.

Steve hums as he leans down to press a kiss to his forehead, and Eddie weaves his arm through Steve's legs, holding onto his knee.

Everything feels a little less silly now. Like every time Steve doesn't question his little moments of sitting on the floor and just staring at things.

"We have a couch now," Eddie says, because it feels important to point out. Because Steve isn't looking at it.

"We do," he hums. "I got the call earlier. Thanks for helping with that, baby."

Eddie nods again, leaning his cheek against Steve's knee and trailing the couch again with his eyes. It looks brighter now that the curtains don't turn the room into something out of a sepia-type movie anymore.

Steve's hands comb through his hair, massaging his scalp a little with his nails. It's nice. It's warm. It's pretty.

And it's so unreal.

"I'm twenty-four," Eddie says then, and some part of him wants to carve that into the fabric. He won't. But maybe he should carve it somewhere else. "And I own a couch. It's a little crazy."

Steve comes to sit down beside him, their shoulders pressed together and he links their hands, resting them in his lap after a brushes a kiss to Eddie's knuckles.

"Why's it crazy, angel?"

He shrugs, resting his head on Steve's shoulders and curling into his warmth some more.

"Most of my life I never thought either of those would happen, y'know."

Another hum, followed by another kiss to the crown of his head. Another smile.

"But you did it," Steve whispers. "You made it. And we've got a couch now."

"We've got a couch now."

Saying it out loud doesn't make it feel any realer. It only makes his heart race and his eyes prick.

"I love you," he says, finally looking away from pretty grey fabric to meet prettier hazel eyes. "I love you so much."

Steve leans in, kissing the tip of his nose. "I love you. Thank you for buying a couch with me."

And it occurs to Eddie then that Steve understands him. Sitting there on the floor with him, hearing his words and listening to those unsaid, understanding Eddie on such a fundamental level that it should be scary. And it is, sometimes.

But he's not scared now. Because they have a couch. And they have pretty curtains that keep the light outside and still turn the room into something magical. And they have a lock that only needed a bit of graphite to let the keys glide smoothly.

And they have each other.

They stay on the floor until Steve's stomach growls, and they eat dinner with their backs against the couch and Eddie's feet in Steve's lap. They hold each other close after dinner, just breathing each other in as the breeze blows around them.

In the end, Eddie is the first to sit on the couch, with Steve standing between his legs and giving him a scalp massage in silence. In the end, Eddie buries his face in Steve's stomach to hide the tears, and Steve lets him.

Because this is real. And he gets to have this. They both do.

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#steddie fic #steddie fanfic #steddie #steve x eddie #listen i have a couch now and if you know me you know that i get really fucking emo about the tiniest things #i fixed my lock with graphite btw when i was blackout drunk. it still fills me with so much joy #sorry tag list gang idk what this is but it wanted out #i could write fics/poems/whatever about the most mundane things until the end of my days tbh so today we have: couch #dio words #dio's steddie ramblings #the hurt/comfort is implied like you'll catch it when you reflect on the words but most importantly this is healing. and comfort. and fluff #and so much love and understanding it makes me wanna throw up

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fandom-trash-goblin · 1 month

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i wish i could save my mother.

@/veniennes on tiktok // Elena Poniatowska, from "La Flor de Lis," published c. January 2011// love drought - beyonce // Athena Farrokhzad, "My Mother Said" // Oleander, by Janet Finch// Hannah Green from "Night Terrors" // Sharon Olds, “Holding To A Wall, Treading Saltwater” // Kyung-sook Shin, Please Look After Mom // take care: mothers, daughters, and inheriting self-hatred by Ella Wilson // tumblr user honeytuesday // Marge Piercy from "our neverending entanglement", Made In Detroit // Honey Girl, Morgan Rogers// supernatural season 12 ep 22 // Silas Denver Melvin, from Grit: Poems; “Twenty” // Hayan Charara, from Mother and Daughter

for @shestrying

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frogyjones-art · 6 months

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SawTober Day 24: Burn - I have only learned to be obident and hurt myself as much as I do you - alts under cut

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#do you guys like my little poem i added for this #it hurts #burns... even!#saw #my art #art #amanda young #saw x #saw 10 #gabriela saw #amanda saw #saw fandom #saw movies #radiationshipping #hammershipping #amanda x Gabriela #jigsaw #saw franchise #gore

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flowerytale · 1 year

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Ada Limón, from “Give Me This”, The Hurting Kind

#ada limón #the hurting kind #poetry #poem #poems #typo #typography #words #quote #quotes #*

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thehartster-blog · 5 months

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#quotes #sad thoughts #bad poetry #sad poem #sad quotes #angst #angry #im hurtin #hurt/comfort #relatable quotes #depressing quotes #life quotes #qotd #thoughts #seriously though

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whendidmythoughtsgocrazy · 12 days

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Somebody hurting you is not for you to understand. The reasons why people do horrible things to other people, why they break people down, why they hurt them, is not for you to comprehend. You will drive yourself crazy trying to understand people who are not you. Just understand this: the pain was not acceptable, the hurt was unacceptable and who you get to be in your life as a result of that experience is all that matters. You can carry through that pain and hurt other people or you can decide that it was enough for you to learn something valuable even from that. It is not your job to understand people who hurt you.

k.b. // @/coachlorrainelindsey - tiktok

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valentina-poem · 2 years

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#poetry #poem #quotes #quote #love #life #feelings #sad #depression #deep #borderline #lost #emotional #numb #broken #tired #empty #alone #suicidal #hurt #selfharm #anxiety #emotion

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metaphorformetaphor · 1 year

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I am the hurting kind. I keep searching for proof. [...] Love ends. But what if it doesn’t?

Ada Limon, from "The Hurting Kind," The Hurting Kind: Poems (Milkweed Editions, 2022)

#Ada Limon #The Hurting Kind #The Hurting Kind: Poems

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