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thatsimplepoet · 7 months

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Longing

there is nothing quite like

the longing you feel

when you can’t wrap your arms

around the person you love

my hands ache

to be running through their hair

as we lay talking

at all hours of the night

every moment with them

is now

my most precious memory

-ree

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ace-and-ink · 15 days

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the collar and leash

ties me to you

because you insist that blood never could

orphaned war hound puppy on the side of the road

father’s eyes

mother’s teeth

makes some sort of savage out of me

with a mouth full of blood

they pin me the monster

and knowing nothing else

i tell them they’re right

hands over my mouth

loose fangs in their palms

poise nicely

sit pretty

legs crossed and hands folded

take the food gently like a good little beast

for i am a dangerous thing

or so i’ve spent my life being told

- and who can trust the words

that roll off the tongue of a creature

so i nod and say the same -

so i must be tame and go only where i’m lead

and keep my head down

as there’s little difference between

smiling and baring my teeth

— the nature of predators

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poemsillneversend · 6 months

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You’re my favorite person to stay up all night talking about everything to.

Tell me your fears, so I can reassure you.

Tell me your dreams, so I can dream with you.

Tell me your doubts, so I can erase them.

Tell me your hopes, so I can watch you achieve them.

Tell me your plans, so I can make plans around them.

Tell me your desires, so I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted.

Tell me how you’re scared of my affection.

And then please just let me love you anyways.

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sapphic-wings · 10 months

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“can i kiss you?”

you were not made to do things messy. you were not built for mistakes; to keep trying again and again—if it’s wrong the first time, it will never be right. you don’t know how to try with someone. not like this.

you are volatile. you are dangerous. the push and pull of the tide resides in your chest; your father’s anger and your mother’s spite. your emotions quick to surge, quick to bite, quick to hurt. (quick to run away.)

their hand is warm in your palm. warm and soft and so easily breakable. the last beautiful thing you held was crushed in a blurry panic. you hold them gently. so gently. you were not made to be gentle.

their eyes are warm and dark and pleading and you have never seen anything so bright and beautiful. (it burns.)

you will inevitably hurt them. you were not meant to be looked at like this, like a treasure, a comfort. your hand trembles in theirs.

it was not supposed to happen this way. you were never meant to find someone who actually stayed. someone so perfect. someone bathed in light.

they refused to leave. you couldn’t bear it if they did, even if you don’t deserve them. they plant their light somewhere deep in your soul.

you would rather self-destruct than destroy them.

your eyes are reflected in theirs. yours are desperate, pleading, scared. still, you like your eyes better, reflected in theirs. (the burning subsides.)

they hold your hand just as gently. as if they’re afraid to shatter you, as much as you fear shattering them.

they breathe with the rise and fall of your chest, move with the push and pull of your tide. they listen to your father’s anger, break through your mother’s spite, catch you if you try to run.

you can’t deny them anything. even if it is messy and dangerous and wild and must be tried over and over again. you can’t deny them anything.

“please do.”

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yellowlightpoet · 5 months

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I will ache for you until the day I die,

In my dreams you always stay,

Never truly coming back to me,

I hope you dream of me too.

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softsweetwhispers · 1 year

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there's something intimate about making something from scratch - kneading & pulling & allowing aromatic spices of incense & barks that are specially handcrafted & picked - it feels like what building a home is. flour & salt; furniture & warmth. ginger & clove; friends & family. lemon & pepper; settling down. i want to be the kind of person who invites the neighbors' kids over for a treat. i want to grasp onto something with both hands and never let go - steadfast & ready & full of love. i want to teach children how to do asl & invite everyone over for potluck parties. i wanna build a home & a family that's full of fireplace comfortability & forehead kiss affection. i want to bake how much i care into a pie for others to eat, so they can feel it. i want to use ingredients to tell what i mean when the words aren't there. i want to hug & hold & laugh & breathe. i want to be unafraid. i want to live.

| k. - @nosebleedclub feb viii. ginger and clove

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thund3randrain · 4 months

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Halls of fallen pride

In darkened halls of the forgotten

Souls sit hung in oil and glass

Their agony and despair frozen on

The faces, canvas torn, wounds amassed

Attempts to tear them from history

A fear of revenge from a people angry,

Children are hung here. More every day

Moore and Newhouse in the 22nd

Banks and Woodland in the 23rd

A thousand more voices crying

Out for help, dead and dying

The hateful sneers of those above

Seeing them as nothing but

Marks on the soles of their shoes, a kind of

Primal hatred, for someone different

These children, trapped in bodies not their own

Murdered and hated, lost and alone

Though few may remember the faces here, I do

Though few may care, I do

I am the keeper of the haunted and dead

Lives stolen by those monsters, shed of any

Sympathy or care for their own children

They may not see what they've done, but I do

Generations extinct, never to see the dew of

A new morning where these halls will never

Need to hang another frame, then and forever

The last remnants of a genocide

Hanging in our halls of fallen pride

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welcome-to-hell-ya-gucks · 25 days

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My Jacket

I love my jacket

It’s my favorite color

Green

I wear it all the time

It’s warm

It feels like the right embrace from an old friend

I wear it so much it’s like it’s apart of my body

It’s my savior from the cold

It’s my savior from myself

It was my hiding place

A place to be small

A place to be warm

A place to be safe

A place to be happy

A place to be me

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inthepoemsandthesands · 4 months

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disappointment

when my phone buzzes

and it is his name

and not hers

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chrysanthemums-and-delusions · 6 months

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~ The wish to not forgive ~

Like any delusional freak, I’ve been thinking of you. Walking down the streets I kinda wish I saw you… I wish you saw me and begged for forgiveness And you wouldn’t get it; I wish I could tell you to your face, “I do not forgive you”; To make you beg, like how I groveled at your feet before, You would plead and cry and come up with excuses, To make me think I’m wrong, like how you did before, I wish you knew how much of a pathetic weed you are The only thing you will ever get from me is a not-subtle “Fuck. You.” But the streets are empty, You are nowhere near sight, I kinda wish I had the chance to send my last reply…

~ 02/11/2023 ~

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spilledink1998 · 1 year

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Her

She came to me in what felt like a dream

Took my hand and led me to safety,

From the street on which I laid my feet

Flaky is how I would describe her, unreliable.

But yet, I thought she was my saviour

Only, she was my poison...

As I stood before her,

She said her goodbyes,

For another time.

But what I didn't know

Is it would be the last time

That I ever saw her sparkling smile

So...goodbye

I guess I didn't need you anyways...

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thatsimplepoet · 2 years

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love

i imagine her love

would feel like coming home

but not in the traditional sense

i imagine

it would be the kind

that would settle my wandering soul-

a place where finally

my heart can rest soundly

sheltered in her gentle embrace

an answer to prayers i didn't even know i had.

-ree

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ace-and-ink · 2 months

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it rains every sunday up here

or it has since i’ve been here

or it has since i wrote this intro

the universe likes to spite me when i say something with certainty

as it does with this rain

~

i thought this would be my big break

thought i’d finally be free

free to run

free to love

free to cry

but i don’t cry so much anymore

and i feel free

i feel happier than i did

happier than i thought i’d be

~

it’s rained every sunday

and it’s foiled every plan

nowhere to go without getting drenched

nothing to do but laundry

hope you have snacks hidden

and plans to be a dorm rat

~

it’s weird for me to say

“i hope i’m happy there”

knowing what i mean is

“i know i’m cursed to be sullen

but i hope i’m a little brighter then”

i mean to say it sounds odd

to be surprised being happy

and twenty minutes on the phone

reminding me what the missing factor is

~

you can feel the rain coming all week

the clouds creep in by wednesday

and the gloom is tangible by friday

yet you still find yourself curling further beneath blankets

when you wake up to the chill

of the missing morning sun

~

now this world isn’t perfect

i still get glances

i still hear remarks

i’m still scared of the night in some places

and don’t get me wrong

i do love the rain

all cool and gentle and wonderful

but i am alone

~

i am alone

and it is wondrous

so if you need me

i’ll be doing laundry

and huddling up in blankets

because there’s nothing better to do

while enjoying the gentle rhythm

of every sunday’s early rain

— silver rain

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poemsillneversend · 5 months

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We’re so similar.

We connect on so many levels.

We both have to fight our own minds

Just to feel okay a lot of the time.

We’ve been broken in the same ways.

What if we’re the same kind of broken?

The kind of broken that can’t be fixed?

What if, no matter how hard we try,

We’re not good for each other?

If I can’t put myself back together,

And you can’t put yourself back together,

Then why would we think that…

Maybe we could help each other heal?

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fandomtrash0509 · 10 months

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I'm risking too much by touching you. But when our lips meet I don't fear hell anymore. Hell with you would be my heaven

Sinners — Luna Maria

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bellsandstars · 1 year

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did it kill you?

did it kill you too?

or am i alone in my pain?

calling out with everything i have

do you chase my shadows down empty hallways?

it felt real, you felt real

did you feel pain when you tore me apart?

or were you just a venomous, two-faced cobra

that tore apart my heart?

did you need stitches too?

did you have to put the pieces back?

it’s hard to fit them in a way that matters

did you also struggle with that?

i want you to hurt

but i couldn’t bear it at the same time

the truth is i still love you

even after your venomous lies.

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