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ghostellie · 4 months

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poisoned chalice

9.6k words. daniel ricciardo-centric, ft max verstappen, lando norris, sebastian vettel, checo perez. part 2.

Formula One is not kind. Daniel Ricciardo isn’t new to F1 and it’s flaws, it’s atmospheric highs and cavernous lows. He knows what happens to drivers who cannot endure; he knows what happens to the drivers who triumph. In the end, his knowledge proves useless. It does not save him from drinking from the poisoned chalice in 2020 when he puts pen to paper and signs McLaren’s contract.

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moonluvr-444 · 11 months

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shoutout to orange and pomegranate poetry. gotta be my fav poetry genres frfr.

(lmk if you want any or have any recs for poems like this. i love them most ardently.)

#oranges #pomegranate #orange poetry #pomegranate poetry #poetry #writing #prose #symbolism #fruit poem #i love poetry #slay

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itsmeedaa · 1 month

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I want someone to understand.

#relatable #thoughts #my thoughts #motivation #i dont know #wish i knew #i want sleep #spilled ink #i love poetry #writing #writers on tumblr #words #life #life quotes #aesthetic

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soleeryx · 2 years

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the days go by, the night go by, the summer’s passing; yellow leaves are rustling;light deserts the eye, thoughts fade away and feeling sleep - all falls asleep. and i don’t know if i’m alive or but so-so, just floundering about the earth, for i know neither rue nor mirth [t. shevchenko]

#deancas #Destiel #dean winchester #castiel #my art #I love poetry #(sigh)

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fluffyydumplings · 7 months

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QUEEN

I’m the queen of this castle,

A heinous figure,

And yet they call me, your highness

This power within the grasp of my hands is the greatest feat of my life,

Yet as they bow at my feet,

I may be above,

But the crown on my head keeps me grounded

It does not humble me down,

But it reminds me of the feelings of the common,

But it reminds me to be prudent of whatever I do

Whether it be trepidation that lands them at my feet,

Whether it be veneration that lands them at my feet,

Whether it be obligation that lands them at my feet,

I am the bearer of this land,

But I too can be the harbinger of its doom

They compare me to Venus,

But my veins run cold,

They say I am akin to water,

But this is a slaughterhouse

And my kingdom is a well,

I’ll drain out one day,

And they’ll scoop fresh water over my remains

I’m the queen of this kingdom,

A courteous figure,

And yet my court is filled with traitors

I’m the queen of this land,

A lender of ascendancy,

And yet they believe I am a leader of competency,

One day my hand slips,

My crown crushes my skull,

And I can’t handle it all,

So I fall

I’m the queen of this facade,

An arcade full of flies,

And yet they believe I am a blooming flower,

But I’m wilted,

So I crumble,

And that is all

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autistic-disabled-poet · 2 months

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Invisible Pain

My cane clicks against the floor, families turn to stare. Head down, eyes ahead, I make my way through the room with Invisible Pain.

I gain a laugh from my sister, an "ew!" from my therapist, a "me too" from my brother. I show off my party tricks, contorting my joints and pulling my skin. I avoid grimacing and laugh through the Invisible Pain.

Physical therapists say "You have no structural issues!" Parents show concern that eventually fades. Doctors say it's all in my head. I should lose weight, change my habits. How can I exercise enough for them? When I’m overtaken by Invisible Pain?

Don't you think it's a bit insensitive to not believe my aches and pains? To say it's normal to have your hips shift, to have your arms swell,to lose feeling in your legs? I guess I will try to ignore the Invisible Pain.

#autistic academia #poem #poetry #actually autistic #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #disabled #disabled poet #hypermobility #i hate that im not believe #why is my pain ignored #invisible pain #i wrote something #im finally getting genetic testing #im too disabled to be able bodied and play sports but im also not disabled enough to play sports meant for disabled ppl #it makes me sad #chronic pain #i love poetry

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ancientgoddessofegypt · 3 months

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i called you home because i knew the angels were looking for your love in the towers of god

the realms of the dead have forgotten their spark

you are after the enlightening storm

remember the visions you were gifted 4 years ago

dont be quiet now

you werent quiet then

why you are leaving us with your song

without your body singing the praises

have you forgotten yourself

have you forgotten the love inside of your veins

i prayed it away

i left out the strings

that my body was carrying from the wounds i had saved

i cut off the blockages and i headed home

when the mother is calling i go and give offerings

my voice was all i had when there was nothing

she kept me clothed and warmth was the potion

there are more guides that need hearing out

youre too stubborn to try it for yourself

youre just too fearful

try to get out for once

let the thunderstorms hear your lightening sounds because you are

the empress in disguise; and there is nothing one can say

that could take away from your light.

#deja's poetry #poetry #spiritual poetry #love poetry #poems #love poem #i love poetry #poetry tumblr

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puppyit · 5 months

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prose poetry is so damn cool. the dam in my brain gets to break and leak out onto paper for a little bit . and the flood is so beautiful and cleansing

#poetry #i love poetry #prose poetry

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feardot-com · 1 year

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An unreal soul

The moon casts its watchful gaze upon the night,

Whispering softly to restless minds seeking solace.

Desolate words fall from my lips as I long for sleep,

But each flutter of my eyes leads to a spiraling abyss.

I try to find comfort in imagined company,

But the chaos of my mind leaves me stranded.

Then he appears, an unreal soul offering calmness,

Our fingers graze, and warmth spreads through my hand.

But like a fleeting dream, he’s gone, leaving me searching,

For the comfort of his presence in the storm.

It’s all imaginary, lost in a never-ending loop,

And the ashes of my daydreams scatter with each new dawn.

Yet when the moon’s gaze returns, I’ll seek solace once more,

In the warmth of his touch, in the comfort of his unreal soul.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫

here is the long awaited lost boys poem <3

small reminder: it says he instead of them and their because it was a lot easier to base the words around that rather than the other!!

🫶 tags 🫶

@solobagginses @6lostgirl6 @britany1997 @gothamslostboy (thought you might enjoy this)

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #david lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #marko lost boys #tlb 1987 #paul lost boys #paul the lost boys #poetry #original poems #this took so long to make like more than a month i’m so glad i’m done #i love poetry #comfort in fictional characters??

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georgiapeach30513 · 6 months

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#TikTok #video #I love poetry

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1shadowhole · 1 year

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Alright, yeah, the fact that it's been 72 hours and we are still trending is incredible, but I also think THAT POETRY IS AT NUMBER TWO

And that is very yes

#poetry #?#i love poetry #I'll leave you to your poetry then #my lord #merlin #i speak #bbc merlin #merthur #arthur #bbc merthur #arthur pendragon #merlin fandom #diamond of the day #bbc merlin anniversary

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chroicalcynic · 1 year

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I love being alone but I hate it

When I’m alone I can breathe I feel at peace

There’s no forced conversation or awkward silence no faking not a smile not a laugh

When I’m alone I can be me

I sit in my bed all Cozy Reading, listening to music, writing words to hard to speak

But feeling alone is a different story

It’s like I’m in a crowded room but feel so alone I cant breathe like there’s no escape from this reality I love being alone but I hate it

- a poem by me

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itsmeedaa · 25 days

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Do you know the feeling like you want to find like portal? To other world where you could escape all what here is and just once, once live your life.

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iwillstopcrying · 7 months

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Ever since you left, I’ve been waiting for you.

It’s been one, two, three years, the time passes indefinitely. I’ve dedicated many poems to you, but nothing feels enough. Someday, I’ll write a book for you, I'll read it to you when we next meet. I'll smile and place it in your tired hands, and tell you this is what I’ve been doing, this is what my mind has been crafting since the moment you left. This is my gift to you, it’s ugly and confusing. This is what your absence has created.

When we talk, I’ll tell you this gift is what I've spent my lifetime achieving, and ask you what your lifetime was meant to give me. I’ll tell you, all 12 year old me was given from you was grief.

You’ll tell me that I was angry at you, so angry, and you didn’t know how to calm me down. You’ll tell me it burnt holes in our throats. I’ll scoff in your face. I’ll tell you, of course I was, I learnt it from you! You left a child with something heavier than anything their soul had heard of. You let your child hurt because you didn’t have it in you to learn how to be a father.

You’ll tell me I would never have written that book if you’d stayed. I’ll say it’s a mess, it makes no sense. You’ll look at me and say that I don’t either, and it’s okay, because I’m still beautiful.

I’ll tell you, if that was the case, why would you have left. I’ll tell you, you were too weak to even say you loved me. You’ll look at me with your soft eyes and your soft words, you’ll tell me I was too. We’ll hold the silence like a competition.

I’ll tell you, I regret living my life for you, you weren’t even there to watch it.

I’ll start walking away, and you’ll let me, I think you'll let me. I don’t think you’ll ever stop me. I forgive you for it.

I am still mourning, and grieving, and drowning; I built you a separate life with my own bare hands. Slip straight inside it, if you’d like, if you want to come back. My door is always open. I won’t complain, this time I'll tell you I love you.

I don’t think I'll ever get used to you being gone. I never thought you’d leave this early; you were meant to see me grow up.

I can’t hold your hand anymore. The thought haunts me, rolls round and round my mind every night, when the grief takes a hold of my throat and my heart. I can’t chase you through fields, or play tennis with you, or football, or chess. No one will let me win like you did.

I like to imagine you’d love my girlfriend. She's smart and sweet. She likes computing, too; I wonder if she’ll be anything like you when she grows up (the good parts, at least). I hope I am there to see it. I wish you could too.

Today, I sit down at our table. I tell you about my day, and imagine your responses - it makes everything slightly more bearable, when the acceptance is heavier than the guilt itself. I say, when I grow up, I want to be a criminal laywer, or an author, or anything that’s not you. It echoes round the room in silence. I miss your judgement.

I search for you in everyone. I strive to find something, anything that resembles you, something that looks, or feels, or sounds like you, I wait and wait and wait for some sort comformation that you’re still here.

I’ve never found it, I doubt I ever will - but, your love is still a part of me. My memories are still a part of you. I’ll remember that.

I’ll keep waiting.

23/9/23

#i love poetry #poetry #i love writing #i miss my childhood #writing #mitski #words #spilled feelings #spilled poetry #i forgot ab this acc #poem #story #greif #guilt #acceptance #writer #poems and poetry #tumblr poetry

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poetryslit · 1 year

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Just once, I want to be held. I want to be in someone’s arms, I want them to tell me what I am worth and what I am not. I want them to tell me I am worth the day and the night, I am worth the sun and the moon, I am worth the future. And I want them to tell me I am not worth this. I am not worth what happened. The misfortunes are not my fault. And I'll skip back to my classes because being held and being cared for has made me feel worth the good things. Or maybe I won’t - I have felt all the bad and all the good and I still want to be unhappy. Maybe I want to be held, and be unhappy. Maybe I can be held forever if I am bad. If I am not weak, will I stop being held? If I am not hopeless, will I stop being cared for?

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fluffyydumplings · 11 months

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ALICE

I sometimes feel like I’m in wonderland,

My borderline like a looking glass,

But unlike Alice,

I can’t seem to cross through,

For I’m already stuck at the other side,

I guess, I’m in borderland,

But, this isn’t Tokyo,

It’s simply my mind,

My consciousness,

My subconsciousness,

Whatever it be

Sometimes the mad hatter,

Sometimes the queen of hearts,

Yelling off with your head,

Screaming like that

Sometimes the Cheshire cat,

Sometimes the white rabbit

Grinning wide with teeth,

Running late like that

But most of all,

I guess,

I’m sometimes the eat me cookie,

That forgot to be baked

But then again why does it matter,

When I won’t realise I’m any of this,

But then again why does it matter,

When I won’t remember any of this

In my heart I’m just sitting on a field of grass,

Reading a book and having tea,

I guess,

All that is real,

All that happens,

Simply feels like something of dreams,

Something of nightmares,

Something in my head,

I guess,

I’m just like that

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