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thoughts-of-a-caterpillar · 1 year

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December has come

It has come with blades glinting

To pierce my heart with sorrow

With an unidentified longing

I remember and I reminisce

The winter of 2017

The dew drops on the leaves

The calm hues of gray and green

But that season was a short thing

Now December has no mercy on me

It has warmth no more, just the icy sting

Leaving me alone with my melancholy

December has come

But this year it has come to hurt

My favorite season has come

But it has not brought comfort

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kyvl · 8 months

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For if it was, it wouldn't be for me

You broke my heart

And that is not for nothing, For if it was, it wouldn’t be for me

My heart is most valuable

Held in a higher esteem than anything else, Living in the holiest of places

And you desecrated the image of my own innards, The imagined being of my own soul

You twisted it in your clenched fist Wrung it out with both hands

And tossed it at my feet

And that is not for nothing, For if it was, it wouldn’t be for me

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episodesbyb · 5 months

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To all the loneliness

that cripples us from inside,

this time, may it find a reason

to finally leave.

Not just leave

but to never enter,

For not that we've found happiness this time,

But that we've found the courage to not search for happiness and to rather create it.

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nacht-durst · 5 months

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I would follow you into the darkest of all rooms

I know you mean trouble, but I mean that too

Maybe we can work ourselves to get through we could be free

Maybe we can reach a meeting beyond our first greeting, we don’t need much to say

Because - it already is clear, it will never stay the same

Words are limited, but touches and breathes speak in their very own language

It makes me mad

I fall in love too easily

And I am not above the only one who experiences these phrases

— written by Lilie Zahn, October 2023

(Instagram: @ APOLLILIE)

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bluezenzennie · 9 months

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:･ﾟ✧:･. The child within me that is cursed. Wasn't always a bearer of curses. "Cursed." "Cursed child, cursed." They will throw the name upon you, as if it was a burning steel plate, fresh out of the fires of the forge. "Cursed!" they yell. "O' so cursed." What is a cursed child? Is it one who bares a so called legacy of a parent who failed to do good, now burdened by the task of either continuing that legacy or breaking the chains? Is it one who struggles with the ways of the world and has an eye for what is right and what is wrong, which most do not understand? Perhaps the child is cursed for simply being born. Perhaps, they are too quick to put their blame upon an innocent soul, who is fighting enough as it is. They tear it apart, sucking the mass out of the bright light and leave it empty and dull. Just for it to grow and live on eating the souls of other young ones when it has spent long enough with the title of: "Cursed child." You said you'd care and yet. . . You tore me into pieces and nobody picked me up. You called me a monster. I was a child. Father why do you hurt me? And why am I a cursed monster? ･ﾟ✧:･.:

:･ﾟ✧:･ Poet's Notes: Daddy issues and trauma, eat up.

Poetry taglist: Come on darlin' click me

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j4d3dh34rt · 2 years

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Tower Of Teeth

“One by one I pluck my teeth indignantly in pursuit of kindness in spite of my anger,

Finding sanctuary in my tower of teeth that stretched up into the highest heaven where nobody could see.

And yet the very privacy I yearned for , made me a prisoner of self inflicted suffering,

And with my pain there came a gift. And with this gift came the realization that I too…

bare teeth of my own.” - Zayne Sinclair

#gothic #melancholic poetry #poetry #dark poetry #existential poetry #romantic poetry #poets of tumblr #sad poetry

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tentandopoemastododia · 2 years

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I love walking between supermarket aisles after 10pm

I love sipping my coffe in a café while I can see other people’s life going

I love the weird, dark weather that cause anticipation, because it’s not raining yet but it will, at any moment now

I love when I walk alone at night and I can feel the cold wind hugging me

I love the noise of cars running, because they remember me that life is much more than the bubble I’m in

I love the feeling of liminal spaces,

when I can sense the barrier between me and everything fade a little finner

and I start feeling boundless

#poem #poetry #poems #poemsbyme #writing #creative writing #liminal spaces #melancholic poetry #daily poem #liminal poetry #superposition

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halfbloodprincess123 · 5 months

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I feel broken again

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jackfitzgeraldmusic · 6 months

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new song “forever”

I’ve got a new song from my upcoming sophomore ep. It’s a song follows the narrative of one side’s observation of drifting apart and the longing for how it used to be

#melbourne #music #indie rock #bedroom pop #my art #melancholic poetry

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futhark-writer · 7 months

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A simple bit of poetry unrelated to my books #2

Forlorn Days

Many moons ago, when we were together

I had a dream

One where I eternally held you in my arms

And you held me right back in yours

Many days ago, when I saw your face

I had a dream

One where we were still side by side

One where we were still just as close

Many weeks ago, when your eyes locked to mine

I had a dream

One where I was sat by you

And you were sat by me

Many months ago, when we shared a laugh

I had a dream

One where my laughs fell unto your ears

And yours fell unto mine

Many years ago, when we shared a hug

I had a dream

One where my embrace was returned by you

And one where yours was given to me

Many lives ago, when we were first separate

I hade a dream

One where I foresaw our mutual departure

Before we had even met

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mewtastic9543 · 7 months

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Last prayer

"And here I lay, a lonely sinner; All that's left is a cruel last prayer, asking the one up above me: Why did he ever abandon me? Why did he never guide me when the light was dim and cold?"

-Aris Disuza

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rosariumpartone · 1 year

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quote from Pan’s Flute ⚜︎

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rivers-for-me · 1 year

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When i feel peaceful while i'm crying

It means

A part of my soul is dying

Which is far from my heart

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turbulentornado · 2 years

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theres ghosts in the window of the old rundown ice mill. Or maybe it was a .... -oh well, the shadows would know better than i. The last of the bulbous summer clouds hang in the sky, turning into massive gray whisps. I remember seeing them this time last year; i saw them melting through the tears in my eyes.

The rail beside the murky hudson is home to many spirits. The lapping water is no doubt its own, and dominant of them all. The abandoned ruins of a castle stranded in the middle of the waters, however, gives it a run for its money.

There is peculiar life that is consistently birthed up and down the hudson. The kind of life that is supposed to add to the world ... except when it is put forth, it feels like the colorless, odorless vaccum of space. If you get too close, you could be consumed yourself, turning into a happy mess of loose threads. But, atleast she has given you new eyes, able to see yourself among the phantoms.

The waters are always trying to tell us something, and we rarely understand, let alone recognize that the river is aching to speak. What is above, caressed by the clouds, is below and nestled into the bed. Simultaneously, She is trying to convey connection and loss. This is the essential soul of the river - always melancholic -but majestic and courageous enough to know she must carry on.

I feel like, no matter where or when i die, my soul will return to this stretch of land beside her. I will become a part of the shadows, and i will know what it feels like to live in a castle upon the waters, just beneath the towering mountains.

#original writing #my writing #original creative writing #creative writing #original prose #melancholic poetry #melancholic #what better place to write then on a train? :)

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nacht-durst · 9 months

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”Thunderstorm, thunderstorm

Where has the calm gone?

Thunder, Thunder

I miss my time

Thunder, Thunder

Storming me away

Lightning, crashing through me

Mother's youngest, she forgot to see“