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#notes app poem
tiredandlonelymuse · 1 year
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I wish that I was better, for the kids who emulate.
but they should really all know better,
than to take the fucking bait
that I’ve been dangling from this building
with my goosebumps in the cold.
I am nothing but a story for a man until I’m sold.
and he can tell it in the lobby, to the old men at the bar
they’ll all clink his cup
and make shit up.
to take it all too far,
they’ll tell a lie about the summer
where they “once had me alone”
and I’ll reside inside a sonnet.
I’m a picture in a phone.
I’ve aged beyond the angel they all saw inside me then.
a grotesque and fading memory
trapped underneath a pen.
“MPDG” 2023
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i wish my mom had a good childhood
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mad-girlslove-song · 3 months
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tw: suicide
my notes app: when i kill myself leave my body at my mother's doorstep so she can eat me and give birth to me again and maybe this time around i'll make her proud
also my notes app: sweet potato taco recipe
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theyslgirl · 5 months
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i originally wrote it in german
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cocoartistwrites · 7 months
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happy October
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shitslikethis · 7 months
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ok fuck it, i wanna see everyone’s notes app writing…. bcus why not.
it doesn’t have to be good i just think creativity should be shared. but that’s really hard to do so i will do my own personal worst nightmare and share mine first
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there u go now it’s not embarrassing anymore. drop yours in reblogs, even if you think it sucks
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defunctemotions · 3 days
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note app poetry is for sad teenagers.
this is mine from back when i was that sad teen, alongside my adult commentary.
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that boyfriend sucked but it’s his dads fault. i hope he ended up happy, using lotion and going to therapy. oof.
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shoutout to my ex gf for stringing me along after we broke up where i’d write this shit 14mo later. i love that this basically became a part one to another poem not shown.
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first big girl relationship with a man. first time being able to give consent to a man. first time getting on birth control. i love that he went with me and held my hand majority of the time after the 1st appointment
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stupid boy broke up with me. i wrote this poem. found out years later i was write. he absolutely regretted every time he made this mistake and wished it was me instead of the alcohol.
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we got back together. he took me on a date like two days later and i wrote this on the car ride home while he shifted gears and sung to me.
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i had just miscarried in march, graduated in may, and was actively searching for my first adult job. it felt like a never ending cycle of opportunity loss compounded by time loss.
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coeurdetout · 11 months
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— "the outline of the chaos"
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eisayshi · 8 months
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An unnamed wip of mine
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sillycathorrors · 4 months
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man i just opened up my notes app and found ‘i am proof that two people loved eachother but didnt love themselves’ it is too late for this goddammit
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long-sleeved-sandwich · 4 months
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i discovered this note in my phone that i woke up from sleep to write last night and then feel back asleep. i guess it’s motivated by my dad’s new stupid carnivore diet?
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No one ever writes
about how hard having an irritable mother can be
Why is that?
Are they afraid she’ll see it?
Do they fear her reaction like I do?
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i call this ‘former catholic lesbianism’
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mad-girlslove-song · 4 months
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"You will be okay! Don’t let the pit in your stomach swallow you whole."
my notes app, december 18th at 2:35 am
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I want to cry but I can't cry but I know that if I cry it will all be ok, so why can't I? Because crying lets you release so if I cry the feelings will go away or maybe they'll come back or maybe both but it doesn't matter because I can't cry but I need to and I feel the tears and then they don't come out they just sit there like me at the top of a zipline before I decide that no, in fact this will not be the time when I actually do it and zipline, but if I cried it would be better so WHY CAN'T I? And anyway if I made myself cry it wouldn't be real and wouldn't count so I would still need to cry but if I could actually cry, really, it would all just be better but I can't,  I never can I just don't so I get labeled as even keeled and emotionally stable when I'm not it's just a mask but I used too much glue and I can't take it off and so I can't cry and I'm stuck behind my own propriety as I bang on the glass of the inside of my brain but all they hear is "I'm sorry I'm a bit out of it lately, no I'm fine," but I'm not, because I can't cry, but they don't know that but they aren't even in the room but I still can't cry because the mask is on too tight and it won't come off and what if it never comes off and a few days ago, I forgot if I normally smile, and I still don't know, but existential crises are passe, so I just smirk a bit and pretend the dread is normal, because it is, but not like that, and then I wanted to cry but I couldn't and I still CAN'T CRY! And now all I can do is keep writing but I want to, oh god oh god oh God why won't I just let myself cry like a normal human with emotions and I'm already thinking of the way to end this thing with something pithy like a joke or whatever like a psychopath, except using that term in that context is kind of reductive when there are real psychopaths many of whom are probably good people who are tired of  their real condition being code for crazy murderer, but anyway now I'm distracted but still not enough and I'm  still not crying, but if I do then... then... what if crying doesn't make it better? What if I'm still me? What if, despite being able to cry, I'm still deep down the guy who can't cry? And the worst part is, that even as I am able to cry over it, I won't be able to cry over it, and the little voice inside that is putting commas in my doom spiral rant will still be telling me it's all performative and fake and not worth crying over as I quietly try to stoically be less stoic alone in a room full of things that I will put up on my walls tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow in two weeks next year four months ago.
-The stream of consciousness transcript of my thought spiral that I put into my notes app during a particularly bad day last semester. It started as an attempt to externalize my feelings by writing a poem, and it technically still is, but it is a bit more... rough than that. I decided not to edit it at all
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theyslgirl · 2 years
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another poem by me
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