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a-anaskor · 2 days ago
Jak naprawić świat, którego nie da się naprawić?
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avedemar · 2 days ago
He comenzado a hablarte con otras voces. La mía muy cansada está de buscarte y nunca encontrarte.
Si tú vas, vengo. Si tú vienes, voy.
Con M de Mar
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galateapoet · 2 days ago
I prefer silence
To the sadness
Of being misunderstood
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an-unlikely-poet · 21 hours ago
October 17
End of an era
I would take my time reminiscing
there was much to savor
shaping my skin and bones
it could be a comet across the sky
a hurricane, once upon a time
carefully and duly recorded
this blink of an eye
resting sweetly in my dreams now
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cravedliterature · 21 hours ago
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Sitting under moonlight, my mind wonders to the past
Thinking what is it I done to not be allowed to love and be loved.
Next to you, I was a weakling, just another boy swooned by charisma of Achilles.
Lonely are the nights I spent without you, lonely are the days when she comes to taunt me.
Only thing I wanted was to be let in peace, with tenderness of my heart, I think and I think so I go back to start
I am not a warrior like you, I am someone poets write about as heroes emotional support,
Maybe that is why I had to go first, because I would not survive without you? Cruel is my destiny, cruel are the God's who tore us apart.
Now hear me scream and break, hear me shout and yell my name
"I am Philtatos his most beloved" hear me add a thing or two, come now Odysseus hear me speaking to them and to you
Listen to my voice enchanting you like a drug
"I am Patroclus, I deserve to love and be loved."
Written by me.
Comment down or text me if you have any request on who I should write poem about.
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lost-in-the-noise · 22 hours ago
Darkness of us
The darkness inside us is a haunting sea.
It devours everything that dares step in.
The darkness inside us are hollow woods.
Woods that might welcome us but will be death in disguise.
The darkness inside us is a raging storm.
It pulls us in and throws our heads out.
The darkness inside us is a dead spirit.
Hoping to be alive through us.
Don't repost or copy! This is my peom!
Tagging: @siivanss,@haline-of-troy,@our-insentient-touches,@ganseys-jane .@blackasmysoul.@queen-born-out-of-fire.@coffee-fandoms-and-chaos. @hardlymatters,@roseusnoctua.@shadowhuntingdemigod. @haline-of-troy. @like-we-are-made-of-starlightt1. @revvs-trash,@the-good-ones-argon. @chaos-is-my-king, @angelsofgoldenlight.T. @blackthorn-cardale.
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elycwinters · a day ago
How to get Home
How to get home when you are lost inside of your own head, unknown how to get out, how to find some help,
how to get home when you are stumbling with every step you take, without any support and with two weak legs shaking?
How to get home, when you never known that loving feeling that should be home?
- Ely C. Winters.  | @nosebleedclub  Oct. #31
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a-anaskor · a day ago
Zastanawiam się czy kiedy przechodzisz koło mojego domu, myślisz co u mnie. Czy wspominasz nasze wspólne wypady, rozmowy i uśmiechy, a może uważasz, że to był stracony czas? Albo tak naprawdę to wszystko jest Ci obojętne? Chciałabym kiedyś się tego dowiedzieć...
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avedemar · a day ago
Sabrá Dios en qué boca morirán los besos que yo anhelaba darte. Podría mentirte y decir que seguiré esperando, pero ¿esperar qué o a quién? Ya no hay nada que nos mantenga unidos y el único lazo que hay entre los dos amenaza con romperse. Tantas noches dediqué a imaginarte a mi lado que ahora ellas solas corren a tu encuentro. ¿Qué se hace cuando el alma busca lo que el corazón perdió? Procuro mantener la mente ocupada, intento no dejarme llevar por este traicionero que me bombea en el pecho. Lucho, te juro que lucho con todas mis fuerzas. Voy perdiendo la batalla, no puedo ocultarlo. Y no dejo de pensar… Sabrá Dios en qué boca morirán los besos que yo anhelaba darte, sabrá Dios que piel incendiaran tus manos.
Hay vida después de ti, pero no sé si quiero vivirla.
Con M de Mar
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helenasurvives · 9 months ago
i am asked about my favorite color.
i am seven
and my reply is
because i am a girl
and pink
is a princess color.
i am asked about my favorite color.
i am ten
and i like
because a boy told me that pink
is lame and girly.
i am asked about my favorite color.
i am thirteen
and i tell them
it is unique and spunky
like i want to be.
i am asked about my favorite color.
i am seventeen
and i just say
i do not say
it is bright and angry at the world
as i am
i cannot form the words to express
all of my frustrations
so i paint my lips with
i am asked about my favorite color.
i am twenty
and it’s pink
i remember the joy
of being a child
i reclaim the freedom
of femininity
because i cannot remember
what my shoulders felt like
before the depression
hung from them.
i am asked about my favorite color.
i am twenty-six
and my answer is
it confuses most people
they don’t see it
they may think of dirt
and dust
and dead things
but it is coffee with friends
and the chocolate chip cookies
my mom used to make.
it is my hair
and my eyes
amber and gold
in the sun
and i love myself
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Dusk found me clothed in
The night sky, stars concealed
Behind my lashes, rain mixed with
My mascara,
On my knees
Trembling to my own thunder
Repeating a prayer, I sinked in
The river of darkness
When the Heavens whispered
Let there be light
Let there be light...........
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an-unlikely-poet · a day ago
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October 16
The kind of walks that could last forever
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