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sophiathesailor · 1 year

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Insanity

He very nearly loved me

I said love me always

I wanted him to love me

She said come back to me

She wanted him to stay safe

Inside the insanity of his other life

He very nearly loved me

Nearly threw away the key

Locked inside the insanity with me

But he didn’t love me

Kept the key for his sanity

Left me locked inside

My insanity of life without him

Walked away and threw away the key

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xfuxkyoux · 1 year

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“In dire need of someone who is mad and crazy about winter romance in fluffy warmers ..x.”💫

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unscriptedbhumi · 2 years

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I left my heart on the deck of the ship,

Which sails deep into the ocean of grief...........

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aliyafatima · 2 years

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Got tired of being a faceless daughter, so I becme a poet. Got tired of being a rotting altar, so I became a poet.

- Tatiana Luboviski-Acosta

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thelesthatusesherwords · 3 months

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Everything circles back here

And it leaves me to wonder…

Which step didn’t align

I spent so much time with myself

And yet, I still don’t know this path

The good thing is, I do not fear

But oh, how I feel

My emotions hold the weight of an elephant

And though its weighing me down

There are no tears…

There is No anger, no worry

Oh, How did I go adrift

My seeds had just been sowed

With the intentions of being deeply rooted

In what direction do I grow from here

My seeds are watered

Yearning for the sunlight to shine down on me

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themiraclesessions · 1 year

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Globophobia

You tore through people like birthday presents. Sphere in the air- kept in the ears.

Held your secret till the next rest station. Let it go; timed your toast. Vilified.

Q:

A:

Strung out one thousand times, your spirit fights. Acrimoniously, pausing for a moment of silence.

Part II.

A room to create in- blazer sleeves rolled up at the water color station. Salt the results, the auroras and the chime bell calls. Techniques for the ages.

The symbols on cave walls…the war time curated riches. Long play- last song, side A, smooth grooves.

Back to the Original suspect. Lauded, raffled, straightened. Auto-corrected.

Game show cheat studying the video tapes, had it out for you. Ghost ships, snow flakes- Luke warm mistakes- the residue of ambivalence.

I am not the man you can black mail anymore. Emoji for the homeless: sleeping bag, tags still attached.

By Carlo Maltempi 2023 cc.

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taruchaya · 2 years

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https://taruchaya.wordpress.com/2022/09/22/burning/ Burning The sky burns bright blue at times and the moon a dazzling nightmare the sun blinding the charred flowers enough to let them daydream of Spring And now that Autumn has arrived it sizzles the smouldering red leaves that fall down like auburn rain Molds are marking the weathered roofs, though the sun burns through the windows with the glass panes burning in icy lights The raindrops on the balcony grills burn like bubbles on boiling water popping unabashedly to the touch of wind My stove glared at me in anger when I forgot why I put the empty pan and let its feet burn for no apparent offense Guess my thoughts are bubbling too in my burning mind...silent and invisible yet flaring inside unrestrained and wild - everything's burning as far as I can perceive Photo and poem © 2022 Taruchaya If you like my poem, feel free to leave a comment or visit my blog in WordPress. My solo poetry book Resounding Lights is available worldwide....link in bio. #instapoet #poetsworld #poetrylovers #writersofinstagram #writerscommunity #lifegoeson #musings #poetry #poems #poetconnection #poet #poetrylovers #heartofquill #poetrycommunity #poetryisnotdead #poetryofinstagram #globalpoetcult #igpoetry #igpoets #igpoetsandwriters #writersofig #writer #communityofpoetry #writerscafeindia #vaguesoulsunite #instapoems #storyteller_earthlings #poets_by_nature #writersofinstagram #communityofpoets #ftwriterss #poetry_earthlings https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci0tfnMKhjf/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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savedinmydrafts · 2 years

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STARDUST AND DEAD LOVE

i saw constellations in your eyes

and with you

i didn’t see a whole new life

i saw another galaxy

i saw a future like the sky

every opportunity

with you i saw a family

and maybe i just fantasized

the way your eyes

had this way

of defying gravity

and i’d forget

that shooting stars were once alive

but like us they’re just a tragedy

// Ophydia

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postcardstohell · 2 years

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SO HERE’S THE THING

the pages flew back to me

(back in time) and they scream—

they feel so sticky

sweet,

crumbled up in a shotgun shell that someone painted pink

[[[[[[[ i’m writing for my memory ]]]]]]]

they tell me of spiced holiday candle wax, and remind me of a lingerie store that smells like swarovski crystals, and the idea of incense that’ll never leave the packageee.

IDK about YOU

but TO ME

that sounds like duplicity and a hint of ✨black magic✨

looks like someone turned the light out and forgot to clean the static

~forgot to clear the damage

// Ophydia

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onlyshecallsmeem · 2 years

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I have found more angels on piano keys than in pews I have prayed to the deities with each chord played There is a religion found deep in the sheet music When the 3/4 time signature grabs hold And the instinct to waltz overtakes the instinct to die I have found my savior through belting out lyrics Singing to an unknown being, bringing me clarity My lips press to the mic and I see the face of God Surrounded by melodies and madness Simply diving into music as it swims through my ears it feels more holy than any prayer I’ve whispered Or necklace I’ve counted over They don’t want you to know the magic of music The way it feels to transcend god and move free It’s within the deepest trenches of my mind Innate desires to dance and sing to find peace Please forgive my sins

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wedarkacademia · 4 years

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“I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

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sophiathesailor · 2 years

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Erasure

The love you feel so deep

One day will be buried

So far beneath the dirt of feelings

That only dreams touch on

Leaving you dazed and curious

As to whether it was real

Or just a fantasy of your mind

Your body shivers from the echo

Of the pleasure felt before from

Fingers caressing your body

Yet when you seek the memory

Only emptiness and darkness responds

The tantalising taste of desire

Has slipped from your reality

Leaving behind only crushed emptiness

Yet how can you be sad

When the memories no longer exist

And the man you loved

You wouldn’t remember

Even if he came and promised you

The world you always dreamed of

Erasure the only way to live

Otherwise those who love you

Would be burying your body

Under the dirt of reality

For only death could contain

The knowledge of you

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gemrose · 3 years

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pxpercvts · 3 years

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calling home

-📞-

We used to count each grain of rice,

while filling up the one half measuring cup.

I would stare down at the scale,

dripping sweat,

on the days I filled too much.

We called her mother as she locked away,

our next few days..

disgusted by,

her children’s touch.

Digging through the trash can

after all the lights were out,

and licking toothpaste dust.

I prefer the taste of bleach,

and faucet rust.

I hate how bubblegum and mint,

tastes like getting sick,

and my brothers hospital visits..

Medication for malnutrition,

we had orange belts tied around the throat.

Dreading Sunday, and the morning walk.

The preacher had nothing to pick,

but the skin on our bones,

as we struggled down the crosswalk.

-to the chapel,

sitting in a corner,

where I lost my will to speak.

Where I lost my will to talk.

The insides of my body twisted,

in the two hands of a clock.

My brothers and sisters counted the

minutes and seconds.

I counted our emotional outbursts.

A few more hours, it’ll be grains of rice.

That is, of course..

If mother dearest is feeling nice,

and she glowed like a Sunday Savior,

when unlocking the cabinet,

to see the lust fill our eyes.

Fall to our knees,

because we are weak,

and nothing to her pride.

But now i’m in my twenties,

taking candy colored pills.

I tell my friends it’s for my weight,

my insecurity, and mirror kills.

They think i’m vain.

-I let them.

Tell them i’m mundane..

Because I cannot bare the thought,

of them knowing i’m a fraud.

That the pills I always take,

take away the agony, of a haunting

childhood stomach ache.

I thought about calling home

for the first time in years,

but it’s not our home.

And I stopped the pills,

because I gotta heal these childhood fears.

- Voltais

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poemsandsunshine · 3 years

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thelesthatusesherwords · 2 years

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The Question

“Are you okay?”

Yeah I’m fine.

I mouth those words into the prettiest lie.

“Are you sure?”

I said yes…

Though it’s that question that made me a mess.

She lies like truth..

Persuading you with the way she formed her words.

Which puts things into perspective…

She mouths these words to everyone…

Everyone who claims to know her..

And yet not once was she caught in a lie.

In that moment is when she realized,

Nobody truly knew her..

And that is what pained her the most

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