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poppingpoetrypills · 25 days

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i am terrified to fall for someone again

love tends to blind me

it shifts my perception

and deceits my conscience

and now you come along

you are more than what i ever dreamed of

but haven’t i thought that before?

didn’t my blind trust in other people trick me?

weren’t there others like you, who manipulated me into falling for them?

although right now you seem so beautifully different from them, i am afraid you end up being the same

@poppingpoetrypills

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thefiresofpompeii · 6 months

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a diaristic prose-fragment-undefinable-textual-reflection on climate change, sudden awareness, naïve gratitude, dubious blessings in disguise, realisations dawning, normality coming to a close, and the dismissal of early signs of danger. title after nope (2022, dir. jordan peele)

the original title, local warning for global warming, was scrapped because it sounded more like a pithy protest slogan than something attached to a poem you’d actually want to read.

by jamie doe 9.10.23

#cringe tagspam incoming it’s purely for outreach. we do what we gotta do #poetry #poem #climate change #global warming #collapse #environmentalism #own poetry #writing #short prose #substack #jamie.txt

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mauvelvr · 7 months

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disturbing the peace.

purgatory rings out like a bell in the night

live or die, awake to death.

i turn over in sleep and call out into the dark:

burn me in your flames or warm me in your embrace

but light a match or or turn on the light.

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adelinezzpoetryy · 4 months

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THE SKY ~

Looking at the sky

Just wanna say you're my

16th of November, was it ?

That made my life lit

He is what I can call my home

Without him, my heart's just gonna roam

Wanna hold his hands so tight

That it's gonna shine so bright

From love that is only our's

To kissing under the light of thousand stars

The enthusiastic feeling while talking to him

Abolishes the world and play's a soft hymn

Not afraid to lose someone for the first time

'Cause I know he'll come back to me everytime

He said loving him was my choice

But he doesn't know the love behind my Joyce

Looking at the sky....makes me feel shy, he is what I'll call mine, throughout my lifetime.

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wordsbyicarus · 21 hours

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rot

why are you still here?

like maggots gnawing at my skull

like rot spreading in my brain

lingering like the smell of death

fermenting in my thoughts

thoughts that are tainted and turned

by your presence

you're like a crippled limb

ive been trying to amputate

sawing and pulling

severing muscle and tendons

over and over

but you're still attached

frustration chokes me

and sadness blinds me

im tired of this

-i

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hheavnly · 1 month

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a poem about growing up

Tonguing the pink, cushiony gums of a missing tooth. That slimy muscle pulsates in and out of that crevice, too fat and overflowing, bulging over the edges. Sliding your tongue over silky stone. Clashing teeth on your first kiss and pretending you didn’t. Is this arousal or mortification when you’re 12? Pretending you knew how to kiss. Crying at the pain of rolling rocks in your mouth. Never crying to mum, at mum, with mum. Living with a ticking-time bomb or eggshells, feeling some organ inflate into your throat as she prowls the corridors. She makes you tea. Tea that bleeds and oozes between the crevices between womb and bladder, chased by a scalding fizz of drink, coiling and lashing across your chest like tentacles. Floating in the lap of a boy you don’t know. Realising choking was never actually sexy.

i wrote this about the sensorial coming of age; the childish obsession of wanting to slide fingertips and tongue over everything, which eventually stops when we start getting touched lol

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sajid-waseem-u · 6 months

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پھر یوں ھوا کے اک دوسرے کو تکتے رھے یونھی دیر تک

میں اپنی ماضی میں گُم اور وہ اپنے حال سے ناواقف

Phir youn Hua ke ek doosry ko takty rahy younhi dair tk

Me apny Maazi main Gum or wo apny Haal se Na-Waqif

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mediocrewritingboy · 5 months

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Sometimes he's a frightened child

Crying into his hands

'I thought you wanted to be a boy?'

'Boys don't cry' they said

So he stopped crying

Sometimes he listens to music.

Listening to boybands and popstars

'I thought you wanted to be a boy?'

'Only girls listen to this stuff' they said

So he stopped listening to music

He was trapped in his head

Screaming. Wailing. Crying.

All in his head.

Boys don't cry, right?

So to them he stayed silent.

His emotions were like rubber bands.

Stretched taut and let go,

Flying forward until they hit a wall.

They were hitting at his insides,

Begging to be let out.

But Boys don't smile that wide,

Or laugh that loud,

Or cry.

So the only person who felt his emotions,

Was himself.

Sometimes he wanted to die.

Often, even.

But if he died all the world would see

Would be her.

Her face, her name, her roles.

Sometimes he wanted to kill her.

Wash his hands of her

And be seen only as himself,

Not as her.

She was dying,

Practically dead.

But she lived on in loved ones harsh words,

In their refusal to love the boy.

They wanted her back,

But she was never really alive,

She was never really theirs.

They liked the idea of her,

Went back into their minds to say:

'There were no signs she'd die!'

Meanwhile she was crying in the corner,

Begging for short hair.

When she died, he was born.

So all he is to them is her filthy legacy,

A secret better swept under the rug.

A feeling better crushed and hidden.

But he was a boy, not a thing.

Why couldn't they see that?

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viridis-loxodonta · 9 months

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a gift of goodbye

there is privilege in goodbye

unjustly given to those who reject it

unaware of their precious gift

and cruelly taken from those who cry out for it

beg for it

to be remembered and swallowed and buried

i hope our goodbye

is the space between whispers

endlessly gentle and soft—

i hope our goodbye

is never truly our last

and we drift through infinite space

cycling

back to the start to do it again

and again

but if our goodbye must come,

then let it come with riot

let it come with hot words and tears

let our warmth paralyze cool tendrils

and abate death’s grasp

and if we cannot avoid His inexorable reach

then i hope we can find courage to

suffer—

a gift of goodbye.

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edensiiln · 1 year

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This Doll

a porcelain doll, which shatters at the slightest pressure.

a clockwork doll, ticking out rote behaviors as it interacts with humans.

a machine doll, working with its fellow computers to create something beautiful.

A doll of ivory and ink, scribing rivers of words from its fingertips.

a plush doll, perfect for cuddling, providing warmth and companionship to any who need it.

a flesh doll, that bleeds and cries and smiles and hides each of these beneath its surface.

#own poetry #dollposting #empty spaces #queue

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cl3opatra · 6 months

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she broke me in ways i thought weren't humanly possible.

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poppingpoetrypills · 4 months

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and when you press your lips on mine

and our tongues touch

i just hope that you are getting as lost in me

as i in you

@poppingpoetrypills

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superficiallitanies · 16 days

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Explosions

Skies raining pearls

Gleaming in the night

You open your mouth to

catch them

Saving none for the drought

Stab a knife through my

artery and apply varnish

to the wound

to make the damned thing shine

I almost cannot look at you

with those defiant glass balls

you call eyes

And I cannot be the one to tell you

that you will feel nineteen

until the day you gather up the courage

to look in a mirror again

So, dear God

Bless the chains that

tether us to the ground

Bless the blemishes

that make us human

because I don’t think

I could recognise you otherwise

But just so you know

I’d rip you apart

if you only gave me the chance

to slam your head onto the concrete

and touch your skin until

flames engulf you

just like you had done to me

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mauvelvr · 7 months

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co-dependent homoerotic bone rot

At least,

your bones will always be the same

that tangled in mine

on walks home from school,

back in that little bit of time

before we became archived photos on instagram,

liked messages,

other sides of the country -

living out our plans with others

made when for womanhood we were hungry,

when our seeds were sown in that

leisure centre park -

our first attempt at girlhood

fresh limbs playing games

i thought i was winning

but at least,

when your bones rot,

the earth will know

that we went down that sled together,

landed tangled in the snow

tied together through our invisible

string,

our bones forever,

tree stump rings

of girls you leave behind;

im sure my mark is there somewhere

even if you don't want to remember.

i'm there even if you never think of me again,

you'll hear my name

and you'll be tumbling down the hill,

plastic sled edges cutting through your mittens,

the girl who you told you loved

before either of you knew what that meant,

with her legs wrapped around you

holding you tighter

plummeting towards the unknown,

towards the answers you will find

but never be able to share with each other.

but your bones will know -

they will ache

and they will rot,

but they will always know.

-mauvelvr

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adelinezzpoetryy · 2 days

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MINE ~

He is what I claim mine

He is all I think about all the time

Him defining perfect to me

His endearing smile is just so wonderful to see

His voice makes my heart intertwine

Is it God's sign ?

Of us being together, everything seems so perfect

It's something mystical that we stepped

He is everything that I ever dreamt of

Thinking about him always makes my heart soft

Always envisaging a bright future with him....with everything I've got within.

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wordsbyicarus · 6 days

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guilt

tangible guilt

like black putty

or tar mixed with oil

choking on it

gasing for air

clawing at my throat

a grasp so tight

it rips and shreds

the poison spills out

drop by drop

a puddle forms

rising around my ankles

up to my knees and waist

rib by rib, bone by bone

soaked in concentrated venin

it climbs my neck

from which it came

im drowning,

choking on it

once more

-i

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