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coffee-stainedwriting · 5 months

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Sickle sighs & potent lies eye mirrors & the traveler Follow him like a shadow Then delve into his heart and pull him into the meadow

Ignite the flame of rectitude But they burnt it to a crisp Let him trickle ruin through the towns Then move on to the next Don the sky in a cloak of brown

Liberty runs through the rivers Still he walks His brain is his haven And that abundance Is his sin

Original poem by me, as published on allpoetry.com

Thanks for reading <3

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amar4t-exe · 20 days

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The Universe Listens

The numbness is spreading again

But this time, I've got a beer.

In my mind, I'm under the rain

trying to maneuver my life with a steer

I crash and tumble

My hands fumble as my body goes under

the many debris and oh shit, a rumble.

The storm is about to unleash in my mouth with a mumble.

But, is it worth it? Waiting for death,

like an old friend, hoping she'll get my last breath

Cause in truth, I'm not good.

My heart goes under a foetal position underneath

Bones are marred, tired and subdued

to a paltry life I wasn't even aware I had to live through.

Am I ungrateful for rejecting, life?

Am I deranged for wanting to end it all with a knife?

Slicing through veins, hoping to find what I've lost.

And what have I lost?

Everything. Everything even myself that I'm now a ghost.

Hoping to scream through these notes.

I want it all, yet the idea overwhelms me

I crave connection, but I'm not in sync

Not even with myself, and it bores the fuck out of me.

Wish I just disappeared between ephemeral kisses and a blink.

Long forgotten to spare the rest

the image of me on which I created

Wish I could burn it, until ashes-type cremated

But even into these macabre plannings I must be the best.

Turns out I'm just average

What a fool to believe myself special

And oh my brain is ravaged

like a flower when it gets her torn petals

Am I a flower or a ghost?

Am I a bee or a lost hope?

Am I my own savior or the one that bleeds the most?

Am I a person or simply a tormented soul's host?

I don't know. Nor want to.

I don't know, nor need to know.

I don't know, nor crave to

I don't know, I've gotten slow

Am I needed?

Will I be craved the way a bitch in heat needs it's release?

Please tell me, Am I needed?

Or Will I have to live long enough get to be pleased?

Raw, tempting fury rising through,

A couple of breaths less and I'm almost there

My fingers touch her veil, but mere

Hoping to replace lady death is due.

It's just a matter of time

Like a fucking ticking bomb

Closer and closer to a defiled mind

waiting to burn everything at the least unsuspected whomp

Memories burn, body aches

Mind blossoms even if it takes

a million of tears to prove feeling of dying ain't fake

Life had to do a double take.

Someday the universe will listen,

I don't know if it works that way if honest

but I'm always ready, my cheeks glisten

mind rattled, thoughts everything but modest.

One day, I'm sure. It'll listen.

-T

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mooninspanish · 1 year

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exhale

finger-picked guitar tornado

inside my chest

the newborn light of hope

to hear solace through the noise of regret

and let go of the crumbs that helped me cope

a soft pillow for the ones who raised me

can you see our fears aging?

caged birds afloat

I hope, I hope

-me (mooninspanish), 2021.

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char-mander17 · 2 years

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obeymebutnotlikethat · 2 years

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It’s been too many numbers

a fist full of wonders; all trapped in capsules

I should’ve jumped first

not looked over my shoulder

I’ll reserve a table

if you say it’ll be happily ever after

-

I don’t believe in fables

read enough fairy tales to know I’ll always love wrong

Princesses and paupers

have me grasping for strings on puppets you’ll never meet

Give me the apple, the hood and cape, glass slippers

I transform in pages when you’re with me

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oh love

I’m planting flowers in the bathtub

singing folk songs under porch lights

talking with strangers I’ll never know

just to get close enough

To see myself in your reflections

outside of bedrooms and climbing

for flags we’ll never know

Say its forever

without the threat of truth or dare

#poem #writing #vent #poetry #og poem #og poetry #poet #romance #love

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ashywashythehoneydew · 12 days

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The little things (long)

It's the little things I do that prove I love you

Little things that you wouldn't notice of think of

Not unless I told you

Like back in 4th grade shaking my brother awake

Walking to school in the dark js to make it for breakfast

I didn't care about eating, I was too big to

I did care about the powered donuts they gave out though

The powered donuts that I held onto all day

The powered donuts I didn't dare touch, not until lunch

Not until lunch with him, I would sit with him eating our powered donuts making jokes we were too young to be making

But that was back in 4th grade, how about we fast-forward

Fast-forward to you

The little things I associated with you, the things I wouldn't do without you

Like drinking monsters

Putting on nails before seeing you, so I was forced to ask you to open my monsters,

Like watching shows I never would have if you didn't recommend Now they're my favorite and I rewatch them to feel comfort

Like library's, every time I see one I think of you

Like Legos every time I think of you

Libraries where we hung out

Legos we played within the kids sections, ignoring the dirty looks from parents

Legos like the post you sent me asking to build Legos with you,

You won't remember that though, so I'll pretend not to

I have to pretend I told you I have bad memory, but that was a lie

a lie to make you feel better about your bad memory

But I remember

I remember when you opened about your exes, complaining how they only ever gave you a single drawing

We were only friends then, but that night I swore

I swore if I ever got the chance, I would never treat you like that

I'd make you gifts upon gifts and I would save all my money to get you a motorcycle, I know you want one,

I know because you briefly mentioned it while walking home,

I swear I'd let you ride it, not like your ex you vent about

It's the little things Like how we contracted our jewelry

I had 2 pieces of yours, so to make it fair I gave you my newest favorite necklace

It was Overpriced like crazy, I wouldn't ever let anyone have it,

Not unless they are you

I still wear the ring we contacted, it was a birthday gift

I still wear it, but in secret, never around you

Out of fear that you may ask for it back

I play with it when I'm scared

And I put it on my Ring finger, wishing for it to be true one day

I won't wear it around you, you still have my necklace

You can't get it back unless you want to give me my necklace

I'm OK with never having the necklace again

I really couldn't care less for it, I js want to keep your ring

I keep it in my bag when I'm with you

Never thinking of giving it to you

I want a ring from you for the rest of my life

It's the little things

Like how I only started using Instagram bc you did

I posted things on my story hoping it would make you smile

Even when we didn't talk I would post things and think of you It's the little things,

l Like how over text I told you nobody could touch me because I'm scared of men

But I laugh around you, I let down my guard, We both sit on a couch, and I'll stretch out my legs,

Not caring if they touched you, in fact hoping that you would put your feet up too

Like how we sit in the kids section with all the stuffed animals

With my legs on yours, then yours on mine, it was kinda a blur

You know what wasn't though?

When your head was somehow in my lap, and you looked up at me Your eyes shimmering in the light

You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen

I wanted to stare into them for years

I wanted to tell you how much I loved them

How much I loved you

But I got scared I broke our amazing eye contact out of fear that you would see in my eyes that I am hopeless

Hopeless only for you

It's the little things

Like when I realized my mom was an alcoholic

I knew you were the only one I could talk to

I knew I could only talk to you bc you're the only one who would understand

You had mentioned once when we first met your dad use to be one

You were the only person I felt safe telling about my realization

It didn't matter that my friend was going through the same thing

I could only go to you

You were the only one that would understand

Bc while yes that friend was my best

You knew me in ways she didn't

Ways I didn't think I could open up

You showed me something new

You made me believe

It's the little things that made me fall in love with you

And it's forever, the little things I'll do to tell you I love you

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br3athtak3r · 2 months

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Please, God, change the Song of Truth.

It’s almost as if you were here just like that night

Singing

Like an angel singing its song

For this oh so special night.

Yet,

Ever since you died out of this world,

The tune doesn’t sound the same anymore.

It sounds like a wavy record.

Like dogs fighting over a cat aggressively,

Barking so loud you could hear it from the moon.

I miss when your existence

Was just as true

As the once angelic tune that you came with.

The Song of Truth.

But now,

I wish the song weren’t true anymore.

Your life came with a beautiful melody,

And your death came with the sounds of weeping angels all around.

Please, God,

Change the Song of Truth.

#poems and poetry #original poetry #og poetry #og poem #poems #poems on tumblr #poet #words words words

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new-aged-love · 3 months

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Realm

I have since resigned myself to poetry

Satisfying my rage with rouge ink

Rather than to your face

In recollection I recall you

Once stumbling over me.

Today, I hold your story

Printed out on starched paper

I want to scratch my scalp raw

Skin myself till brain revealed

And stash your revelations inside.

On Monday, we’ll sit sideways

Clothed in sinful silence

And there is no substitute for speech

At least none that we can see

If only we could reconnect

Over coffee and tea.

- New Aged Love

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runningonrumination · 3 months

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Black eyeliner

surrounding blue eyes

like a storm cloud.

Feelings rising

like smoke in the air.

Black obsidian

pouring down,

make me free of will,

like ash from a volcano

erupted.

#poetry #poem #poetry blog #my writing #prose #romance #wlw #sapphic #spilled ink #og poetry #og poem

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oof-i-did-it-agaaiiin · 1 year

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Beautiful from Ordinary Days

#EDIT: I added links to the post’s caption go click them.#I did this because people were mistaking the words as a poem. I love poems. it’s not a poem.#it’s a song from a musical that deserves more attention. go listen to the song. if you like it go listen to the musical. it’s fantastic #it’ll make you laugh and it’ll make you cry. could not recommend enough.#okay edit over. back to my og tags #long post #and I'm talking LONG like do you love the color of the sky long #today I am a nuisance to your dash #but it's in the name of art and beauty #ordinary days #musicals #paintings #art museum #post i made #i love lyrics #greatest hits

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sonnet-ten · 4 months

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#og poem #it makes more sesne if you read the whole poem so its linked ^_^#ill post more later beacuse i hate tumblr on my laptop tbf #substack #poem #literacy

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illusionaryartist · 5 months

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Heres a silly little poem!

You love them, You want them, but you could never reach them.

Will you still love them after their face is no longer obscured?

Will you still want them after the filter that once sheltered the laughable features is absent?

Honesty is always present, favorable or not.

It is always there, waiting for the moment to obstruct them.

#poems #poem #poetry #words #spilled poetry #original poem #writers and poets #words words words #poets on tumblr #og poem #love poem #unrequited love #honesty #poemsss #i love poems #poem of love #spilled thoughts #spilled words

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amarbell123 · 8 months

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"In the river, crystal clear I saw a lady who looked quite queer Her heart of gold and mine of coal Was all I saw, but now I see That she and I are quite alike Her heart of coal and mine of gold For in this land of dark and light Our hearts are all but one."

#og poem #fantasy #writing

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peculiarposy-blog · 9 months

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