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moontown · 2 days ago
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a certain coldness known to jellyfish, ghosts, and me; a poem by me. thank you for reading.
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candiedspit · 23 hours ago
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snspoetry · 2 days ago
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The Man in the Cave
I can see your hulking shadow,
At least forty whopping pounds
Heavier than when
I last held you,
Going on four years now.
I can see
Your bloated silhouette,
Complete with that
Homeless mountain mutant
Scraggly, dried up
Unkempt beard,
Let loose
Just like
Your claws when they flew
Through my digital wall,
Landing scandalously
In the lap
Of a shocked librarian,
Your plans for my demise
Marked quite clearly
In the fingerprints you left
From your sweeping touch
Of spite.
I can see the smoke
Trailing from your Winston
Cigarette,
Up into the broken ceiling
You used to look up at
When your heart held
A single drop
Of love for me,
Enough
To temporarily
Disable your monster
Programming.
Oh, had we stayed
At that stage -
But alas, I knew abuse
Like an old bad
Boyfriend,
And I took my leave
One sunny afternoon
Through a shivering cold
Phone call,
Breaking whatever
Kindness was left
In that sagging, sad
Dad body.
I swear the breakup
Sent your soul straight to hell
And then back for round two
When my gloves were down,
And nary a sound you made
Dismantling my new love
And upending my neatly organized
New life,
Victorious in your malice,
Planting me firmly
In an interpersonal disaster.
Round three:
I never saw the punch coming.
I was too safe,
Too crouched and clouded
In my own arrogant idea
That I had shaken you for good -
One should never underestimate
A bonafide sadist.
You came for my career
And I landed square on the jaw
But took it on the chin
And rolled with the next punch,
Whichever direction
It came from.
I can see you there
In that dilapidated garage,
Angrily typing
Endless queries
On your nicotine-soaked
Hate machine,
Chain-smoking while the
Toddler cries, Mountain Dew
Eroding your enamel
With sweet destructive acid,
Mimicking your heavy intent
For my soul to be
Soaked in Satan’s semen,
Come on from 104 miles
Away, reporting me being
Your sweet release
When acting out
Because your life -
Your wife -
Are out of control
And you hate it.
I see you
Scrolling my feeds,
Hunting like a hellhound
For any evidence you can use
To smear me and sneer
From behind your
Blinding white screen.
I can see you ejected
From beside your hefty meal ticket,
Crawling back to the boring life
You left for several years
When you tried for
True happiness,
A gift that is withheld
From the toxicity
You emit.
You may punch again,
You may swing heavy,
You may hit low,
You may aim high,
You may catch
A piece of my porcelain face
On the edge of your
Weighted gloves,
But you will never bring me
Down to my knees
To live in fear
Under your cruel Tudor reign.
I was Anne Boleyn,
Beheaded and disabused
Of my status,
But now my head
Is back on straight
And I see right through you
To your tar black
Soul.
You think I am the one
Who cannot hide from you -
But you, TD,
Are the one who cannot
Hide from me,
Because I see who you are
And I spit on your
Eventual grave,
Watering white
Roses of grief
With piss full of glucose
And victory.
Go on -
I dare you -
Try once more
For psychic assault.
I want to
Amuse myself.
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greywoodpoetry · a day ago
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Deep in the night, I dream
After the softness of sleep has taken me
Embraced me, and wrapped me up
Where I am free to be, to exist
As I am meant to
Wings of golden light carry me
To cloudy pastures
Where hope and love exist in abundance
Calling me
So when I close my eyes
Deep in the night, I dream
That I may be taken to that place
Where I am allowed to be me
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guooey · 4 months ago
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snapsicle · a year ago
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secret thoughts of flying animals 
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melloncolliegalaxies · a month ago
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i sent a lot of texts
that i wish i hadn't sent,
i returned a lot of calls
i wish never called again,
i spoke a lot of words
but they all came out abstruse,
I was fed a lot of lies
when i was hungry for the truth,
i gave people love
and they never had to ask,
i beg myself for some
but i never get it back.
- "i sent a lot of texts that i wish i hadn't sent"
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headspace-hotel · 9 months ago
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“Black Hole,” poem assembled from quotations from Wikipedia articles
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decompose1 · 26 days ago
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specific state of dissociation
08/28/21
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guooey · 3 months ago
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some inner child healing
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seravph · 6 months ago
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in which you have lost a formative year of your life due to pandemic and start daydreaming again
no better, lorde / dead poets society / i still don’t know how to drive a car, a.dp / bee real, Alison zai @alisonzai / loving like an existentialist, Savannah brown / sue zhao / the perks of being a wallflower / ferris buellers day off / Walden, Henry David thoreau / closeness lines over time, olivia de recat / carissa potter Carlson / raymond carter
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