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[appletreeeblues]

If you love me, why must you always kiss me?

You watch my lips, but you don't hear me speak.

If you love me, why must you always kiss me?

Are my words not eloquent enough for you to listen?

Are my thoughts not thorough enough for you to care?

You'll brush my hair but never grasp the mind beneath it,

you'll touch my chest but never the heart within.

Why do I let your hands roam?

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[sincerelyza]

I sometimes wonder why you ran away .

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[f1yaggar1ccc]

Words of the Escapist

Oh I believe in cryptids

And faeries all the same

Cross to another world

When this one is to blame

Yes, I believe in ghosts

And in the talking trees

I speak mycelium

The fungi I appease

I am the monarch of this forest

And you shall treat me so!

Flying my scarlet dragon

The four winds which I owe

Below, the raging sea

I’ve gambled with Poseidon

I’ve conquered spirits of the dark

My magic lantern light on

Look to the heavens-

There is the Northern Star!

It guides me to my cottage

Located not so far

I’ll fall asleep

Dream dreams to keep

Turn page: another day!

- (my original poem)

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[katswritespoetry]

original poem: philia

stolen glances

souls communion, silent conversation 

the crevices between your brow are my native language

can’t hold back my laugh and neither can you

so much space in this universe, but your fingers are hooked around mine so

there must be some kind of god.

sanctify my soul, call me a believer

incinerate bible pages in the 7/11 parking lot

there had to be something before you, it’s only logical, but now i 

cant remember

can’t help

but wonder if the point of it all was just to lead me to you

screw it all, i’ll burn down the world for you and mold it anew, honey get the gasoline

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[doll-poetry]

Until everything is all cleared out I'm gonna come back whenever & how much as I please Why? Because that's my stuff, I could do that It's the fake "wanna talk" at my nana house & the eyeballin' animosity Animosity eyeballin' me at a lifeless, miserable house Touch my shit & it's gonna be a problem My Stuff ©️Doll2024

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[songwritingforthelore]

Why are you so mean?

Why do you run, but stay close enough to touch? You accept the love I give, in return I'm given tears Hatred for caring so deeply, but loved for the fear that I'll grieve when you leave and foster us another year.

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[moldecow]

Wooded Bog -- a poem

I will bide my time

Until this feeling’s passed

Onto a new age of understanding

And then I’m here at last

On the threshold of tomorrow

Floating along with midnight

I see the old graveyard

Stones all lined like soldiers

Ghosts of yesterday

Marching towards dawn

Bootsteps idly echoing

Through the wooded bog

And then again once more

And then again once more

I’ll bide my time

Until this feeling’s passed

And I go marching too

Down to that wooded bog

--moldEcow

I'm gonna start posting original poems here because I have nothing else to do with them and I'm bored. I thought this was a good one to start off with.

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[tymianox]

s*x is great but have you tried a long phone call with your best friend?

art by @avogado6_jp on instagram

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[mobstersandlobsters]

Lazy Susan

Lazy Susan, why are you so blind?

She acted oh so silly when she looked into my eyes.

She soon realized she was running out of time.

Oh lazy Susan, don't you learn?

The evil that lies beneath you and vanishes will always return.

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[zislz]

In the darkest depths where shadows play, Where hope seems lost and skies turn grey, I'll be the hand that reaches down, To lift you up and bring you 'round. No matter how far you've gone astray, No matter the mistakes made along the way, I'll be the light in your darkest night, Guiding you back to the path of right. For in the depths of despair and pain, I'll be the anchor in the raging main, To pull you up, to lift you high, And remind you that you're not alone to cry. So fear not the depths of your mistakes, For I'll be there, no matter what it takes, To lift you up, to help you see, That in my love, you'll always be free.

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[blinkingstares]

Apollo

Deftly bright, the morning sun

Between white pillars, golden rays

Like a laurel, like a crown

A halo of shine, your Grace.

Chase away the shadows, lord,

With songs of bright and yellow

Gaze upon your subjects with

A warmth to give, and share.

Slayer of the deadly scales

Lover of the song

Eyes of golden bright and true

And hands of gentle strength.

Tongue of fire guides the soul

With wisdom praised by men alike

Pluck your lute and sing your tales

The morning god, Apollo.

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[diabolikl0ver]

mom, can you show me how to make tortillas again?

i can't make them how you do,

or maybe i enjoy seeing how you're so gentle with the masa;

mom, can you straighten my hair?

i know it's dead and fried

but please,

you can style it how you like;

and then after

we can watch a telenovela,

I'll act like I understand what's going on again,

so you can run your hands through my hair;

you can rock me back and forth, sing me to sleep,

your rythmic tune ever so quiet;

can I tell you about my ambitions again?

how i want to touch the sky,

kiss a boy,

rule the world,

become a renowned artist and baker and singer and model,

dye my hair purple.

i know you preferred my highlights.

don't antagonize me with your touch,

i can't take your touch, momma...

am i glowing yet mommy?

am i as amazing and wonderful

you said i would grow up to be?

¿am i still your muñecita preciosa ama?

I'm sorry,

I made the tortillas too thin again,

can you show me how to make them again mommy?

this is my first ever piece of original literature ive ever posted on any social media, lol ! ... i hope you enjoy and repost ! and to whoever can relate to this poem, go tell your mom you love her, maybe watch a movie and eat some popcorn together.

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[villemel]

Cede them nothing / Hide your emotion

In this poem, I describe the contrast between the simplicity of positivity discourse and the complexity of base emotion, particularly triumph in victory, underlining the unknowability of our experience and the rediscovery of losses.

In this still standard setting there's no mention of tesseract quantum uncertainty or any paradox as such Just positive attitude, opportunity, and how to spot it priming the circuitry, to recognise something new or to uncover what's now old From there emerges a conclusion as to how little reaches deep where our conscious mind enters actual experience not subconcious, black magic, or territory-reality maps just switching attention, and unearthing temps perdu a simple start for the win and dovetailing with this plan of embracing a higher goal such as is prefered to have

So, I, naked to everyone possessing higher thought spending an iota of time enjoying life's offerings even negative emotions assuaged in light relief from the raw, uncut shit rising from below The gluttony of eating The guilt of victory Shame for losing ground

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[motten-im-system]

Circles, in Circles

I fall through twelve mirrors

and the thirteenth one bursts.

You're a mirror

In which I see every splinter

I'm such a fool.

You're the air that I breathe

Yet I sit here, silently choking.

At the thirteenth "why?"

I didn't know another answer.

We're spinning in circles

Always just in circles.

And so it starts again;

The same problem, the same again

Or maybe it was something different this time?

I don't know anymore

I don't understand anymore.

I don't want to anymore.

This game is no fun.

It doesn't matter anymore

Nothing matters to anyone anymore.

You can't hear my crash

And if I screamed at you,

it would be the same

And i would be the same

Just the same.

I'm slowly bleeding out, but you can't see

nor smell it.

And you cannot hear the drops

You can't hear them hit the ground.

This is the thirteenth time

Maybe i can do half a time more

But you do know it, don't you.

We're spinning in circles

Again.

Again.

I'm too tired

To find another solution once again.

Why am I always the one who has to understand

When you're never the one who listens

Where's the joke?

What am I not getting?

I'm too tired

And i don't want this anymore.

- c.w.

[heavily referencing KIRA'S "circles"]

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[katswritespoetry]

under the sea: an original poem

the truth is,

underneath my eyelids are thrashing oceans of violence

and behind yours are deep-blue waters of calm.

during the day, we sail the same ship

but in the night, the monsters come out to play.

you’re humming to yourself, navigating in the helm, 

while sirens sing me to sleep

        (succumb to the roaring tides)

i walk the plank soundless

please, swim away, little fish

before you get caught in my net.

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[doll-poetry]

It's Obvious{Tumblr Tuesday🌸}

Just like love, pain is overrated as well

They both make you ache

They both make you angry

They both hurt

Could say it's the same thing, don't you think?

It's Obvious

©️ Doll 2023

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