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asterlune · 12 days
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fate - aster lune
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deeplysincere · 4 days
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In a house where echoes whispered lies,
She learned to dance beneath judgmental skies.
Narcissistic shadows, looming tall,
In their shallow world, she felt so small.
Alone she stood, with no one to hold,
In the silence, her story untold.
Emotionally immature, their hearts remained,
Leaving her in darkness, feeling drained.
But through the tears, she found her might,
In the depths of loneliness, she saw the light.
With each step forward, she broke free,
From the chains of their toxicity.
No longer defined by their cruel decree,
She blossomed into who she's meant to be.
In her own strength, she found her way,
A survivor of darkness, now thriving each day.
-NLee
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dullahandyke · 9 months
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rhyming hard :(
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deardiskarte · 2 months
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could that not be love, my dear gloom?
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sweatermuppet · 4 months
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billy collins in response to being asked "if you aren't a poet, but were interested in getting started, how would you do that?"
watch the full video here
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filmnoirsbian · 7 months
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Joan Tierney
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littleluna14 · 1 year
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Winter Blanket
The white blanket The harsh brittle winds That causes my cheeks and nose to turn red 3-4 months this time of year comes Where the white blanket covers the ground The blistering blanket comes in peace To give us all a little peace Offers us the joy of bonding and love This white blanket comes bearing gifts The hope for better flowers Once the blanket has melted away The chance to prepare…
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asterlune · 13 days
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everything i've ever let go of has claw marks on it
Frank Bidart The Third Hour of the Night / Ashe Vernon IT'S A CIRCUS AND WE ALL PAID TO BE HERE / unknown / Rachel Swirsky A Memory of Wind / unknown / unknown / @borzoidaily
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poemsforthesehours · 3 months
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From Jeffrey McDaniel's book The Forgiveness Parade. (Manic D, 1998)
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fairydrowning · 1 year
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"I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do. To dream, to live in the world of dreams."
– Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
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girlhud · 8 months
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this too is poetry
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gaytedlasso · 1 year
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If you are the sun, then I wanna be the moon
I wanna reflect the light that shines from you.
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Happy November 5th !
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