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poetslullaby · 1 year
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why were we taught
to bottle up our
rage,
when men were
drinking it
down in gulps?
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provokedgoalie · 2 years
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I think my poetry side influences the way I write my fics :P
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poetslullaby · 1 year
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I'm the villain
men write about.
– 12.25.22
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poetslullaby · 1 year
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07.01.22
I wished for a lot of things,
but the stars have burnt out.
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poetslullaby · 1 year
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06.13.22
return me to the earth and let it consume me until time strips the flesh from my bones.
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poetslullaby · 2 years
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05.01.22
I asked her, “what does Heaven look like?”
she said, “it's forever changing.”
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poetslullaby · 2 years
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12.27.21
He'd burn anything in his path just to find you, and when he does, you'll soon realize the scorch marks he's left behind is a reminder of what a man obsessed will do.
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poetslullaby · 2 years
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01.15.22
live in my head and
you'll be banging on its walls.
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poetslullaby · 2 years
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05.24.22
Like math, I didn't understand you.
You were a problem I couldn't solve, and I gave up when I could've tried harder.
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poetslullaby · 2 years
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11.06.21
my mama told me about the ghosts — she said, “don't close your eyes, because they can still see right through you.”
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poetslullaby · 2 years
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05.12.22
I want to let loose a scream — one that rips my throat out.
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poetslullaby · 2 months
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© poetslullaby | 02.28.24
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provokedgoalie · 2 years
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because I'm an attention whore (for my writing) pls check out my latest poems over at @poetslullaby 😗👉🏽👈🏽
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poetslullaby · 2 years
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I matter.
She looked at me, followed me and blushed; she gives me a smile.
“Oh, God,” she cried, “You are justice and fairness, love and marriage.”
“I mean nothing.”
My hands trembled, and she said, “Are you mad?!” and I wept and trembled more.
I have died in her arms, and my baby buried my lies.
I never knew that was a dreadful deed to do.
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poetslullaby · 3 years
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They never gave me a name:
it was always raging tempers and heavy silence.
They didn't allow me to have something that was my own.
Maybe they were afraid, that one day, it would settle in my mouth – staining my tongue, so I would finally taste the sweetness of belonging.
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poetslullaby · 2 years
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