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lovebloodandmonsters · 24 days

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— Carolina Outcrop

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watermeloncholycucumbersome · 11 days

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Day 96 of Writing Something Everyday

(365 Day Challenge)

Warning: This One is Spicy Lol🙈🌶️🔥

How can someone touch you without being near you?

How can someone make your legs quiver without penetration?

I don't know - but I crave it...

I dream about it...

I feel your hands in my hair,

Your fingers tracing the shape of my leg,

Your lips on my neck - your voice in my ear..

I'm

m

e

l

t

i

n

g..

I've never felt this powerless at someone's invisible hands yet so invincible at the same time.

This is a game you're playing and I'm the avatar on the screen.

I'm okay with it, I just want you to tell me what to do - I'm idling for you.

When you come back to your game controller on the couch - is that the plan?

You want me with all this pent up unused energy?

God....If you were here right now I'd be on you like cheese on toast, I've never had such an insatiable and feral desire for anyone like this in my entire life.

Consume me...devour me...

I want to be inside of you and you inside of me...

Oh....

my....

God...

Does any of this make sense?!

What did you do to me?

I don't even care anymore..

You just ignited a flame that'd been doused long ago because I was ashamed of myself for thinking such things.

I walk down my apartment's hallway and imagine you and I.

I'm up against the wall and you have me pinned like a butterfly.

You said you wanted me to moan in your ear right?

How I long to feel your stubble tickle my skin.

I walk into my bathroom and imagine warm showers in which you join me.

You said you weren't perfect, yet you're doing something right...

Keep doing it please...I need you..

Come back...

Every

Single

Day

Without

You

Is

Torture

You know that don't you?

I love you..

~Jenni

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sunflowermyheart · 2 months

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AAAAH i'm so scared to do this but here we go

"Midnight Muse" by me

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Tell me I'm your midnight muse,

With me on your mind when the sky is wrapped in those dark hues,

Lord knows, you and I, will never have a truce,

Yet how I wish I were your midnight muse.

Tell me I'm your midnight muse,

To lay beside you I've made every excuse,

Lord, how pathetic is this ruse,

For the one that's truly your midnight muse.

Tell me I'm your midnight muse,

I'm the one that's there when all hell breaks loose,

The one that's there to blow the fuse,

Then why am I seldom the one you choose?

Seldom, over your midnight muse.

Tell me I'm your midnight muse,

On my tip toes, I've let myself go loose.

The things I've done to make you choose

My loveless soul to be your midnight muse.

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Okay, I love writing but this is my first attempt at poetry, I have written a few others since but this is one that I like a lot and wanted to post. I am open to criticism. Infact, I urge you to do it as I want to grow into a better writer. That being said, please word it kindly. You are criticising poetry, so I am sure you can make good choices of words.

#poetry #poems and poetry #literature #poem by me #writing #writers on tumblr

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living-dead-girl515 · 11 months

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I thought I met you at my best

At least, the best I've been so far

I knew I had some ways to go

But I really wasn't expecting you to show

Me all these ways I could stand taller

Or just how strong I could be

You were just the push I needed

To come full circle on my journey

Of self love and improvement

I don't know if I'll ever find a way

Just to express or perfectly say

How thankful I am, for you

#creative writing #writing #poetry #prose #prose poetry #poem #pretty words #love poem #new poets society #spilled thoughts #romantic poetry #poetic prose #poemblr #poem by me #spilled feelings #spilled poetry #spilled words #spilled ink #spilled emotions

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raemeh · 4 months

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Beauty

Beauty is subjective. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” They say. Just act like yourself And you’ll find it within.

So why is it that I hear jokes About parts of my life. Hear people call me brave When I have done nothing But hide.

Maybe I’d be beautiful if my hair Was long and luscious And strands didn’t fall Like leaves in autumn When I do much as run my fingers through.

Maybe I’d be beautiful if I didn’t tire From the first few minutes Of an activity I might actually like In another lifetime Where I’m not weighed down by heat

Maybe I’d be beautiful if I my skin Wasn’t growing and regrowing Scales like a lizard And I’m in some zoo cage stuck As people ask what went wrong

Maybe I’d be beautiful if I switched your eyes For mine And my shoes For yours And see you panic over something that means nothing to me

…

Maybe if you stop seeing me as helpless And tragic And didn’t judge a smile on my face that’s uneven With a laugh that makes me forget Then I would be Beautiful

#Poem #poem by me #alopecia #Anhidrosis #Ichthyosis #Sorry first poem I just wanted to get the thoughts on paper and this is what happened #beauty #beautiful

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heyitsmeyourfavoritechick · 6 months

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You know I hate cigarettes…

I can’t ever breathe.

I hate the smell of them.

You can’t ever get the stench out.

you’re car, clothing or even your hair.

But you know when it comes to you,

I love you.

I feel like I can always get a breath of fresh air.

I love the smell of your jacket,

And the night we drove around in your car

I can ever get those memories out,

Even your clothing or even your hair.

It’s stronger than cigarettes…

.・。.・゜✭・.・。.・゜✭・.

#poems on tumblr #poems and poetry #short poem #original poem #love poem #sad poem #my poem #poems and quotes #poem #poem by me #poem community #poem in october #poem love #poem of the day #poem of the week #poem of the night #poem on tumblr #love poetry #so sappy

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yada9y9 · 3 months

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「Para esa persona que ya no está aqu��」

「For that person who is no longer here」

#omniscient reader's viewpoint #omniscient reader fanart #orv #orv fanart #lee jihye #kim dokja #kdj #my art #art #artists on tumblr #poem by me #sorry if I misspelled some words 🫡

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neelihara · 7 months

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The shortest poem is a name.

Each name, a verse, a story to tell,

In every heart, it casts its spell.

My mother's name a beautiful sound,

In her hugs, warmth is found.

My father's name that means moon,

A man that glows like the night's sweet boon.

My sister's name meaning infinite,

Just like our love,oh so tight.

Grandma's name, one of a goddess,

Her love and kindness, nothing less.

Grandpa's name, passed down through the years,

From his grandmother's love, it appears.

The girl from school, her face now a haze,

Her name alone, in my mind it stays.

The name of the girl who taught me to ride,

Guiding me on that two-wheeled hike.

The name of the teacher from seventh grade,

In whose classes joy didn't fade.

Best friend from college, her name means new,

In trips and trophies, our love grew.

Friends from youth and journeys afar,

Their names like constellations, each a star.

From friends and family, my hearts delight,

In bonds and friendships, shining bright.

With names, we carve our earthly claim,

To leave our mark, with a lasting name.

And in the unwritten chapters yet to be,

Lies the possibility of a family tree,

With names unspoken, a future we'll see,

As my child's name joins this legacy.

- NEELIHARA

I saw this post and it stirred something inside me and I got my pen and went to work.

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aestheticallyapoet · 9 months

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I felt fear today.

the fear of the little girl inside my mind

it's the side of her I've pushed away.

the girl that curls up and wishes to decay

in her moments of vulnerability.

tears created clouded eyes and instability

dependence on others

this causes a loss of sensibility.

can't you take a moment to understand

if she takes another hit of abandonment

she is damned.

Sincerely Irina

She is damned.

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greenapplebling · 3 months

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As a kid I thought of you as a rose,

As a grown up I saw all your thorns.

I know thorns are there to protect you,

But was it necessary to turn them on me?

Of the rose garden, you're the reddest.

Could it be that your petals are painted

With the blood of my wounds?

It didn't matter if it's by force or gentleness,

If it's by rigor or kindness, if it's by hate

Or love. Your thorns hurt me all the same.

#a poem i made for a literature class lol #(that i only went for like 2 classes)#inspired by my mom #(and maybe riddle's mom too)#poem #poetry #writing #writers #writers on tumblr #writeblr #poem by me #original #i never got to show my professor either 😅#writing class #poetry class

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lovebloodandmonsters · 24 days

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"We are a tick on the skin of this sleeping beast. I know what we are. And we breed, raise, teach... Increase"

— Carolina Outcrop, "Woman"

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rowanthewriter · 10 months

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I hesitate, balking at the

sight of orange pill bottles.

Tiny white pills with the

power of god stamped across

their chalky white bodies.

I hesitate, fearing the cost

of a healthy mind, will be

my writers soul.

After all, what else is there

left to write about when

the sadness is bled dry and

the darkness abates?

What am I, if I'm not a sad

poet with a tragic mind.

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watermeloncholycucumbersome · 23 days

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Day 84 of Writing Something Everyday

(365 Day Challenge)

I want to sleep forever,

Will you slip into oblivion with me?

~Jenni

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eternalstarlitwonderland · 6 months

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Sun☀️ and Moon🌑

You are my moon and I am your sun,

I am your sunshine and you are my sunset,

You are my moonlight and I am your sunlight,

We are so different and opposite from one another

Yet we are the same

We complement one another in so many ways

I'm your sun, You are my moon

#my writting #written by me #my poem #poem by me #original poem #poem #astronomy #stars #poetry #poets corner #poets on tumblr #moon #sun #Sun and Moon #honsim #lukejamie

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possiblygewgaw · 4 months

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Life passes me by

Hours pass by into days,

Days pass by into months,

Months pass by into years.

He asks me," Why do your thoughts linger over the lost moments?"

I answer with inquiries-

How are you not grieving over the hours that slipped through the hands of yesterday?

How are you nonchalant amid life's "could have beens"?

How do you go on about your mere existence without reflecting on bygone days?

But he just says- "Amidst the labyrinth of the past's reminiscence, your present dissipates like morning mist and your future waits for you to unearth a way out."

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poorly-caffeinated-diatribes · 1 month

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Everything and Nothing

Last night, seated in rocking chairs with more patches than a farmer’s field,

We ate shortbread biscuits like we used to in the days gone past

And with the TV’s light screeching angrily at our tired eyes, we made a remarkable discovery:

“Life will go on and on and on until, inevitably, it won’t”

The words of this epiphany eked a silence into our auras that made the world stand still,

Unmovable on its axis as the moon gave up with it.

It made the planets give up, too, resting their heads as though they hadn’t for aeons,

And the rings of Saturn dispersed for holiday

The only thing that remained brightly lit --filled with energy-- was the Sun,

It glowed and it grew, spreading its ashes like it hadn’t showered since the dawn of time,

Until eventually, all that was left was the realisation, that Nothing, no matter how big nor small, would matter quite as much as Everything

And with this, after sinking in fully, the Earth slowly began to spin again,

And the stars lit up, and the rings of Saturn returned to crown their king planet, and the Sun retracted its rays ever so slightly, as though the moment for halos was finally gone,

And Everything went back to the way it was, but really, Nothing did.

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