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ezrarubin · 2 years

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If I say yes,

the history repeats itself,

future nothing but a twin of the past.

If I say no,

you’ll dig into my skin,

but this time I won’t give in.

- a part from Cocoon Craving, Ezra Rubin

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ashaseth · 1 year

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poem166: nobody but you...

one warm April evening the sun went down early the seas swept away the castles built for dreams to live in the waves returned, hurried and eager in the wet sands they dug deeper as if something precious was lost but they returned without their castles to peek into without those walls to protect life was like that one day, you had everything and by the evefall, everyone had left the…

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reinhardtpoetry · 1 year

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This poem is dedicated to those in my life who have been affected by drugs, and to two close friends who I lost to a reckless lifestyle. I wrote a brief, related article on my website at this link.

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stil-lindigo · 4 months

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on twitter, a viral thread started where people around the world shared their translations of “If I must die”, the last work of Dr Refaat Alareer also known as "the voice of Gaza". A beloved poet, teacher and life-long activist for Palestine, he was recently assassinated along with members of his extended family by a targeted Israeli air strike. His loss leaves a hole in the heart of palestinians all over the world.

Below the cut, I’ll be posting the translations of his poem, with links to the original posts. Unfortunately, tumblr limits posts to a maximum of 30 images. I will update when I can.

Arabic (Refaat’s mother tongue)

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2. Spanish

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3. Irish

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4. Dutch

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5. Greek

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6. German

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7. Vietnamese

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8. Tagalog

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9. Serbian

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10. Japanese

and the traditional japanese calligraphy version

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11. Nepali

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12. Tamil

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13. Bosnian

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14. Indonesian

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15. Romanian

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16. Italian

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17. Albanian

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18. Urdu

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19. Turkish

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20. Polish

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21. Norwegian

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22. Galician

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23. Swedish

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24. Jawi

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25. Bengali

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26. Russian

#probably one of the most beautiful threads to ever grace twitter's rotten husk of a platform #i really earnestly almost cried #when people say the world stands with palestine #they mean they speak with palestine as well #israel murders palestinian poets to silence their voice. their culture. their lifeblood #in response the world amplifies his voice tenfold #but what a loss #what an unforgivable loss #i hope it is some consolation to those who loved refaat that his words are now immortalised in languages all over the world #that he has united so many people in their pursuit of palestinian freedom #please please please feel free to add your own translations onto the post in reblogs #i just havent seen anything about this thread on tumblr yet #im just the messenger #palestine will be free #the words of refaat alareer will be immortalised #and his students will carry on his legacy #ah but it is almost 5am and i havent slept #when i wake up i will add more #free palestine #israel #refaat alareer #rest in peace

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hesitateicons · 2 months

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floralamethyst · 2 years

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#poems on love #short poems #short poetry #poetry of tumblr #poets of twitter #poetsandwriters #poetscommunity #prose poetry #prose on tumblr #prose #writing to heal #writing prompt

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tswiftupdatess · 12 days

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#taylor swift #twitter #tweet #the tortured poets department #ttpd #april 5 #taylorswift

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celesztialbody · 2 months

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clwyle · 2 months

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ezrarubin · 2 years

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They search around my veins

where she resides, sleeps and breaths.

they lead towards the beating fountain of blood

in my chest –

that’s where I give her food, water

and where she grows together with him

and with them, so do I.

- from Failed Exorcism, Ezra Rubin

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honeyknome · 10 months

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Honey K. The Ego

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reinhardtpoetry · 2 years

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Reminiscence is a free verse poem about recurring dreams, false hopes and fading attachments.

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happyfreeconfusedaandlonely · 2 months

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#taylor swift #grammys #taylor's version #reputation taylor’s version #the tortured poets department #ts11 #ijbol #i can't #girlhood #twitter swiftie

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sansundertale14x1 · 1 month

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why NauseAxe_404 loves your writing so much…

based on this silly tweet, I’m gonna use ‘Nick’ for this- for ease of writing (and for my poor poor hands.)

no pronouns but ‘you’- little post cuz I haven’t written in a while.- use of the in-game website: "Dumblr", no it's not a typo;-; Proshippers DNI

word count: 878

content warning: brief explanations of canon violence, creepy stalker-ish behavior (NOTHING SEXUAL ATTACHED), Nick being a weirdo honestly.

vvv that isn't my art, and this entire writing is a fanfic for a game " Monster x Mediator" made by HeadLocker! I really recommend playing the game or watching the gameplay, cuz it's really fantastic!

Story under cut :3

Nick’s in love with your writing…(if you already couldn’t tell), but it’s difficult for you to understand why.

Usually, when you'd open up your laptop, it was after a tough shift at your crap job and you just wanted to do something to fill in the time after dinner and before bed. It was always on the shorter side, 100 words each, and was normally just a quick and crappy self-insert fic to satisfy your creative urges from doing a boring-ass job all day. You never really thought your tiny one-shots would attract any attention, but the man you've been staying with proves otherwise.

"NauseAxe_404" is what he called himself, but you've just been calling him 'Nick' for now. He had been reading your old Dumblr blog for who knows how long, and he's taken a major interest in your little shitposts...So much, so that he had taken the time to print out every single one of your posts and personal information pinned to his room's walls. It's extremely creepy...but also sort of charming?

For the last few days or so, you've been held in Nick's hotel room, practically glued to a desk with a typewriter...slowly making your way through a 100-paged fic that he specifically requested of you. Though you technically could stand up and leave...you'd really prefer for your skull to stay in one piece...and not have a bullet put through your temple.

Nick has been staring at you almost the entire time...which only certified in your mind that he is not human. Every time you turn to see if he's still there...like an unmoving fortress, he always is. It's been a solid 8+ hours of you sitting there and writing...and your stomach starts to emit loud sounds of hunger. You pray he didn't hear that, and continue to type away at the dated machine. However, to your dismay, his deep voice chimes in.

"...What page are you on...?"

Nick asks, seemingly trying to speak quietly for you, but his naturally booming voice isn't giving you any favors.

"...uhm..."

You take a moment to review what you have done...it doesn't look like much but it feels like it took AGES to write out...

"About...10? It's not a-"

"That's wonderful, Superstar!"

He cuts you off just as you begin to speak.

Of course, he's going to be ecstatic. You can't fathom why he seems to be so hopelessly in love with whatever you slap on the paper. You're curious..so you begin to speak.

"...uhm...Nick...why do you..take interest in my writing?"

You softly speak, trying to be careful with your words...you can't afford to overstimulate this man.

For a chatty guy...Nick was oddly silent at the ask of this question…or at least for a few seconds.

“I was trying to find a way to ease the boredom and loneliness of this fucking hotel, so…huff…I joined Dumblr and started to search for writing…that was…huff….purposeful…and that could fix me..”

No way in hell your crackfics could change this man...He must've come out of the womb like that. (or...however the hell he was made..)

"...I came across your first post years ago..huff...and fell in love with the way you wrote your love interest....huff...I knew you were talking about me when I wrote all those comments~"

You never looked at comments due to embarrassment...and you honestly didn't think anyone would even care to comment in the first place.

"....you weren't responding to me...huff...so I might've found everything about you in the meantime...huff...just so I could notice you in a crowd...I always will~"

Okay, now it's getting creepy. You hope that by just turning back around and continuing to write maybe he'd shut up...You guess it's sorta your fault for striking up a conversation with the creep.

"All the other writers don't know shit about writing...huff...1k word counts...huff...long and complicated stories that don't make any fucking sense..."

There goes the rambles. You stop typing for a moment to process what the hell he just said. He either is really balls-deep into this fantasy of you being a perfect human...or he's just trying to fluff you up so you'll continue writing for him. He's really delusional, that's it. It's seriously hard to believe your crap was life-changing for Nick.

“Simplicity is the most important part…huff…not describing some stupid walk sequence for 3 sentences…huff…it’s a waste of space..”

"....maybe you just like simpler writing...?"

You softly reply, yet again praying that you didn't accidentally strike a chord with this guy. He stares you down, and even if you aren't looking back at him, you can still feel the burning of his eyes on the back of your head.

"That's possible."

Oh, it's highly probable. He gets so emotional over the tiniest bit of anything, so...He just doesn't need too many words to evoke a reaction...It checks out because you also like to write a straight-to-the-point sorta piece.

"but don't let your mind wander for...huff...too long...my superstar...you've got at least 90+ pages to go~"

Shit, he was right...time to get back to work.