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unnaturalmind · 8 months

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Unforgivable

Turn the loans back on With the flip of a switch But don't tax the rich Don't tax the religious Instead, just dangle the prize Student loan forgiveness To keep them in line

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soulfulreverie · 9 months

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One of the habits I came to learn over the years is the art of understanding when it's time to leave; to walk away from where I am not wanted. Yet, truth be told, this was no simple feat for me; I used to hold on tightly on things, unwilling to let go. But one day, I snapped out of it and realized that that is not what I deserve.

Then, we met...after years of waiting and missed opportunities. We met, and just like that, you became a hard habit to break. I know where we stand, you and me. So, tell me, how do I leave when I know I am wanted, I just am not the only one?

s.a., caffeine thoughts #3

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ashberryyyyy · 10 months

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its haunting you know

my face frozen in time

is this how I looked to you?

in the cold November nights

when we sat by the basketball ground

and you asked me

what do you think about Ash?

I couldn’t tell you

about the fleeting thoughts

of ephemeral grief and love

that were larger than my hands

larger than the love I had for you

what do you think about Ash?

my friend asks while she freezes me in time

my skin warms of the sun that faces us

my eyes wander to the air that’s charged with us

my thoughts run all over the words of the song that’s playing for us

its haunting, this love this temporary permanence of life and moments

the soft passing of time

the harshness of memories

its all caught up within me

and i’m frozen in time, all over again.

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honest-inks · 1 year

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Dance

The music sways

More than my hips

Smaller than my smile

I stumble a step

But it’s fine

I’ve carved this time

It is precious

It is mine

#rambling #spilled ink #poetry #poets on tumblr #writerscreed #poetryriot #twcpoetry #alt lit #poetpardy #poeticstories #abstractcommunity

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poevez · 3 months

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You ( I) were killing yourself

Very much slowly

I could hear the sound of my heart

My eyes moving slow

Yet the reactions shutting down

Maybe i was okay with this

I don’t know let me tell it

Don’t fall again

I had nothing else to give

Just damaged heart

Hoping to feel love again

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iloveyou-period · 2 months

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She is beauty

She is grace

She is fire

And she is passion;

She is joy

She is pain

She is love

And she is heartbreak;

Sorrows hidden deep

In the hallows of smile lines

Concealing all that is the color of the lights,

The ones that dance in her eyes

Cloudy on the clearest day;

She is beauty

She is grace

She is warm

And she is cool to the touch;

A statue

Observing her own will;

She does not let go.

-lionessx

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thisisafreen · 10 months

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"In degenerate times, modesty is an act of rebellion."

-Afreen Razvi

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the-idiosyncratic-saga · 4 months

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Coming back to familiars

After being an unfamiliar

Looking back after looking away

Intensity after callousness

Is hard

Sometimes returning back to love is hard

Lifting burdens is hard

But being a burden is hard infinitely

What if the love you have lost is self love

What if you are returning to your own soul after caging it?

Your potential is disgusted with you

Your own mind judges you

Your own soul an enemy

Can you still return?

How do you make it up to your own self?

Maybe reset like a computer

Maybe switch myself off and on again

By jumping off a bridge

Hoping in the next life my soul will be amnesiac

Is that why I teeter at the edges?

Is it the only way?

One day I may step off the edge

And find out if my soul forgives me

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imstillhereyousee · 1 year

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Love and hate and elephants

Take up too much space

Make a try for elegance,

There’s yearning in your face

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rabperryleaf · 1 year

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Failure

It hovers.

It waits.

It is sure that the day it’s presence will be accepted is rapidly approaching.

It stares down at the girl, her form curled tight in a ball, the covers wrapped around her like they stand a chance at protecting her, the cotton spread her best armor. She’s close, she has to be or else it would not take up so much of the room. She’s still a child, right on the cusp of adulthood, but her mind stays young. She never changed, always stagnant and proud, always trying to adapt. She thinks it will help her, this strength, she thinks it is the cure. But maybe the kids who didn’t adapt got a completely new lens. When something isn’t repairable it gets replaced, and maybe getting replaced is what everyone else experienced while she stayed the same, her wounds covered in bandaids. Every scratch leads it closer, and it has been fooled into thinking she will accept it before. But she is hard headed. She has pulled out of the darkness before.

It thinks she may be aware of its presence.

It thinks the knowledge emboldens her.

It thinks she thrives off avoiding accepting it. She doesn’t know she’s only hurting herself. She avoids its presence because she thinks it spells the end, she thinks something is over when acceptance occurs. She doesn’t know acceptance is no relief. It is only a fake promise. It is not the acceptance that changes people, it is the blindfold lifting, the ignorance dying, as they found their lives unchanged. It is the knowledge that there is nothing out to get you, nothing chasing you around as you live and exist. It is the knowledge that you are not staving off some outcome you don’t wish to accept. It is the recognition of the end, the lowest you can go, the recognition that even if there is relief in there being no further you are still well below with no plan out. The bottom is not a relief it only exists to taunt you with its looming presence.

It wonders when she’ll cave,

and the girl finds herself pondering the same question.

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samannblogs · 4 months

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poetry

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unnaturalmind · 3 years

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Take A Loss To Live: 9/1/2021

What are we But particles Floating on the winds of the Universe

So small-minded That we fail To ever see the big picture

Instead

We kill each other Because our meaningless ideas May happen to differ

Meanwhile Our planet turns against us

This Mother we call Earth Is gearing up To shed our existence

Her temperature is climbing And in turn Her seas are rising Her weather grows stronger

And yet We argue Over the color of the sky

While those with the power to change Can't see past the dollar signs in their eyes

So make no mistake Their corporate greed alone Will be the reason All of humanity dies

Eventually

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honest-inks · 1 year

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Hello, again

It’s been a while, hasn’t it

I do not think I can slip back

Into this quite as easily as I

Left. It’s not for lack of practice

Believe me. Words have found me

Along with so many other, human things

My emotions are no longer shrouded

Like a fog I stumble through, they

Are embraced with every wave and I

Started a business too, truly

It’s small, barely there, but it’s mine

And now looking back, I can taste the

hopelessness in my previous state

The bleak grasping at nothingness

Expressed in ink at midnight.

Can you relate?

Let this be a silver lining message, then.

If you are so deep in the trees that you

Cannot remember the shape of moonlight

Know that it is still there, above you

Waiting for you to leave the woods

You will.

#rambling #spilled ink #poetry #poets on tumblr #writerscreed #poetryriot #spilled thoughts #twcpoetry #literature #spilled words #alt lit #poetpardy #poeticstories #free verse #abstractcommunity #lit #my writing

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poevez · 3 months

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I wonder did i lose the urge to write

Maybe i was hurting more

I felt these poems more then ever

At this time i was drowning

I become quiet

More silence

I didn’t know anymore

Just the point of living to the next day

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depressed-in-gay · 2 years

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standstill space

no one has entered that one room upstairs for seven days, not after what they had found there.

but unlike what one might expect, the room is clean — it was left untouched when they were gone for a week, and it was made dirtless before they had a reason to go.

all the clothes are folded neatly inside closed closets, the bed is perfectly made, and the floor is spotless — minus the dust that had gathered and a few stray hairs. almost everything is in its proper place.

so no one dares to enter the room, maybe because they want the room to remain as it is.

but hunches started to form about that room during the time they were away.

some warned them that moving even just a speck inside might make the house be cursed by spirits.

others insisted they should never enter the room unless they wanted to witness paranormal activities firsthand.

but some said they firmly believed disturbing the still, unchanged room may rather scare away all those spirits — leaving no trace behind, whether within those walls or within their minds, that a spirit's presence was ever really there.

and maybe they aren't ready for that yet.

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getcareless · 3 years

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Uncontrollable

Uncontrollable like a flame, I couldn’t fit in a frame.

I called you via phone and slipped through the gates.

I ripped my heart and my soul just to stick to my name.

My goal is to slowly grow and piss in the rain.

Sorry I’m not sorry but this shit ain’t a game.

Went home to get changed and things froze in to place.

Why the show; if you was ready to quit ‘fore I came.

Wind spits and I roll, retracing on the strip I was raised.

Mark my words because we’re getting sick all the same.

JP

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