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#personal poetry
summerreadsthings · 5 months
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andilostyou · 6 months
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"ESOEMOEHOED", Leanna Firestone
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"Saturn Devouring His Son", Francisco Goya
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"I Forgive You", myself
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"Euphoria: Nate's Nightmare Revealed His Fear of His Father", cbr.com
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House on the Mango Street, by Sandra Cisneros
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Cut, by Catherine Lacey
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"Kyoto", by Phoebe Bridgers
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deancaskiss · 1 year
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What if we stayed here for one more minute?
One more second?
One more moment to remember this,
before everything changes and we’re not
the people we were ten minutes ago, or five, or even one.
Before everything shifts and we part ways.
Can we just pretend for one last breath,
to hold onto this for all it’s worth.
Get ready, get set, please don’t let go.
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serenitypoetry · 5 months
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Eldritch Horror Being
eldritch horror being in the corners of my eyes
secretly a friend; secretly alive
hear immortal whispers telling you to stay alive
promise to give in; promise to survive
eldritch horror being asks you where you've been
tell it where you were; tell it what you did
eldritch horror being says it just wants you to thrive
promise that you'll live; take the help it gives
romanticize the horrors and romanticize the frights
eldritch horror being says whatever works is right
immortal shadows whisper it's allowed to be just fine
not everything is wrong; not everything is right
eldritch horror being wishes you goodnight
sing a secret song; watch as it takes flight
eldritch horror being doesn't want to say goodbye
but off it has to go; to save another life
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~Charlie
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queenie-blackthorn · 6 months
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girl of the desert
somewhere in the land of the bedouins, away from the skyscrapers and traffic and wars and modernism and traditionalism, deserts lie calm, whispering their secrets into the december wind that blows across.
dunes stand tall and proud like the arabs, a blended sea of gold and red and brown— a hush falls over it. winter wind blows again. clouds like a dark blanket over the sky— lonely girl stands, tall, proud, wide-eyed.
a colored shayla ruffles up her curls— she holds it in place at her chest, scrunched up above her jalabiya— colored like cream, silvery rhinestones peppered along the neckline and sleeve
she walks, her bare feet disturbing the smooth layers of mineral, grains making way for her as she leaves her mark on the sea of sand. the world holds its breath for her, refusing to spill its tears on the lonesome arab girl.
the sun hides from her, nestled in the dunes— it dips lower into the horizon, illuminating the skyscrapers perceptible in the distance. sharp blue buildings tinged with fiery orange— but wait. it stops, and they stare at each other
girl versus sun. blinking their eyes, anticipating— who will back down first? both are stubborn. a cloud passes, sheilding the star from her, and she smiles, triumphant, when it goes down and finally recedes to where she does not see.
a voice calls out. she turns around and she sees five people. three girls, two boys, standing, smiling, next to her parents. she beams at the sight of them, and she digs her henna'ed feet into the ground before she joins her family. the sand slows her down.
rain dances its way down, kissing the ground, painting dots into the surface of the desert sea. the moment freezes, and a snapshot is taken in the desert girl's memory, forever remembering the december wind, rain, and the red-gold sand.
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muguetdemai · 7 months
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i always wanna go to the zoo when i'm on the verge of a breakdown
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liviwaslost · 20 days
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Silent Silver Rain
Why can’t anyone see the rain clouds
With all my raindrops on the school grounds
Even among the thundering crowds
Not a single umbrella can be found
I always tried to avoid the puddles from the rain
But such attempts have always been in vain
Leaving me to shiver from the cold wet pain
I’ll try to find the sun so I won’t complain
Why can no one see the storm clouds in the sky
With all the water works in my eyes
There was only sunless silver skies
But I would say it was sunny sky blue and lie
I now have more sunny sky blue days
After being freed from the high school grays
I can bask in the warmth of the sun's rays
As I have found manies caring gaze
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bbitterssweet · 6 months
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All mine
11/6/23
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scarletmaster143 · 3 months
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People Suck
People suck
But my mother makes endless bourn vita and leaves it in my sleepy hands
People suck
But my father picks me up when it's dark and we have biryani on the way back
People suck
But my brother checks my essays for me and buys me new things because I have never had any
People suck
But my bobo vibrates with joy when she tells me about her stories and I can't help but smile
People suck
But my angel always nuzzles and slams her hugs into me
People suck
But my janneman asks me how are you at the slightest sign of unease
People suck
But the gremlin sits in my lap and lets me take some of his vast unending calm
People suck
But the bears hug me long and safe whenever I need them to
People suck
But my people
They make it bearable
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untouchablestarling · 2 months
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I just want to scream to the world that you were here.
That you existed too.
That you were ours, and ours alone.
And that we loved you.
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summerreadsthings · 4 months
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andilostyou · 6 months
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"My Mother's Body", by Marie Howe
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Radical Feminist Theory: Working in the Context of Violence, by Bonnie Burstow
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"Memories of My Mother", myself
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Runaway Bunny, by Margaret Wise Brown
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Please Look After Mom, by Kyung-sook Shin
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tamsong · 3 months
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1/25/24 ~ are you doing this because it’s right or just to hurt yourself more?
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serenitypoetry · 4 months
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Body Focused Repetitive Behavior
my fingers search for imperfections
on the surface of my skin.
complete the scan with such precision;
torn-up shoulders on a whim.
you say "don't listen to you fingers,"
but, well, don't you think I've tried?
if I ever didn't listen
I think the obsession would realize.
it hurts the days just after I have
trimmed my fingernails quite close -
it's so much harder to fulfill
the imaginary quota of blood to expose.
here with my nails cut short, I seethe
when it takes so long to scrape the dry
excess off my bottom lip — say "please"
if you want to deny
the overwhelming urge to always
search for tiny problems;
deny that you subconsciously
tear your skin apart without knowing.
without paying attention, you
are torn right at the seams.
by the power of your own action,
you're out of self-esteem.
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~Charlie
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