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eefrostpoetry · 9 months
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give me all of you or give me nothing
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meanwhilepoetry · 1 year
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Every woman I have ever loved is still working out how to love herself. Has a closetful of ghosts and has been to a hundred funerals of the women she used to be. Wonders what wounds her mother carries that she will never know about. Hopes that the weight of the world doesn't eventually crush her, that she is strong enough to handle it all. Wishes a day will come when she can put it all down, give her aching shoulders a rest. Wants someone to truly see her and not make a feast of her kindness and dreams. Is forever hiding a secret hunger for what calls to her in the dark. Holds a universe inside her, but has been told to make herself smaller despite the paradox. Praise be that universes are not in the business of listening to anyone but themselves. Every woman I have loved has thought about it. The art of disappearing. To be here one day, and the next, like smoke, simply gone.
- Nikita Gill, Every Woman I Have Ever Loved
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characcoon · 3 months
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FÉ NAS MALUCAS!
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thesorcererpoet · 2 days
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I’d digress
a hairs breadth
from my original vector
and aimless indifference
might lift my calloused heals
an inch less
above the uneven ground.
Perhaps catch
the inward-turned protrusion
of a toe
and cause some hitherto broken
teeth to taste curb.
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panisestgladio · 11 months
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Cypher I drew for class
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offstage-euthymia · 3 months
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Pure black and no sugar.
Do you recall the good old chamomile tea.
Each morning at the same time like an early bird.. with the white fumes of cigarettes and other herbs.
Perhaps an old notion and a newly adapted habit of rolling cigarettes.
Do you remember the good old golden water.
And a sunny beach.
Listening each wave crash on the shore while sitting by the table in a lounge coffee shop.
Pure black and no sugar.
By Marko Tivanovac
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onlylivingforwords · 7 months
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Some stories are written in the dust, They don't stay; they fly away, like us, Weaving tales from our departures and returns. Libertines, moving along on the waves of the sea, In serene embraces and whispers of the wind.
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zathalen · 1 year
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Doom scrolling #riot #riotgrrrl #riotgirl #gothicart #emo #gothgirl #emogirl #aiartists #midjourney #midjourneyart #midjourneyartwork #midjourneyai #midjourneytattoo #gothictattoo #tattoo #ink #badassink #inked #inkedup #commissionsopen #fantasy #fantasyillustration #fantasygoth #fantasyartwork #fantasyartist #dndcharacterart #dndart #fantasyromance #beautifulart #tattooinspiration https://www.instagram.com/p/CpWiMwVuj_c/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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league-of-blorbos · 7 months
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People are already theorizing this guy's gonna be Jarvan and Shyvana's son...
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dwolfram · 5 months
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take the glass
leave the bottle
drink fast,
drive slow
knife on the wall
to find what's been lost
night has always been kind and
helping me to find my soul
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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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meanwhilepoetry · 1 year
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Have you ever felt like you are the quiet ghost everyone can see but chooses to look through. Like your body is there, just transparent, you speak but no one hears you, not really. The act of disappearing is not so hard truly. You can do it even in a room surrounded by people who love you. Just pretend you aren’t there, and everyone around you will pretend you have vanished too.
- Nikita Gill
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thesorcererpoet · 3 days
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Malkuth
Am I yet at earth?
Feet grounded,
body stilled
but face sullen,
dragged by the
weight of being
down into myself.
I weep internally,
while another minute
draws by like a blade.
I need the air
and for my feet
to touch the earth.
I want to be
where my every design
is realised,
but then what would
I chase?
A shadow is only
the negative space cast
by what is truly
blocking the light.
Tell me,
does the ground
you stand on hold you up,
or will it swallow us
like a great abyss?
Does the mud give way
under the weight of
manifestation,
or will my castle stand
to inspire
and draw on all those
who seek truth
and resolution?
Will earth heal
the wounds
that arch open
like the deepest
recesses,
even beyond those
which oceans hide?
Is this ground solid
Where I put my feet?
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panisestgladio · 1 year
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I drew viper on the class whiteboard 🐍🐍🐍
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midna-chavelink · 6 months
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Inktober 2023 Day 27: Beast
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onlylivingforwords · 7 months
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Whispered promises, in every word, a world of love, my lover said he would bring me to Como Lake.
Como's gentle ripples, kissed by the sun's warm embrace, transport our senses afar, where azure meets the emerald. As twilight paints the waters, in hues of crimson, we are watching the sun's descent.
So many shades, like the facets of our dream, free to roam, and the world fades.
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