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rawrambles · 2 months

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you bite onto bitterness

more bitterness than what’s reasonable

because I know you know

what you’ve done

is so much more

than anything I am capable of

you use it as a shield to isolate me

deny responsibility

you don’t have the gall to admit

you have hallowed me out like a tree

I am frying like the sun

I am barely blooming

sinking in your manipulation

desperate for a drop

just one

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thebluesthour210am · 8 months

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He was a fading dream, which I never stopped chasing.

#pouring my heart out #nostalgia #literature #aesthetic #dark academia #love confessions #poetry

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nothanksbi · 1 year

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The other day I scolded you when you got defensive about the simple four-letter adjective, 'cute'. I agreed with you: you're not the cuddly kind of cute, but so many of the other meanings of it fit you so perfectly!

The way you turn all red and have to press something cold onto your ears to cool down. The way you turn all red when you see me in the room, especially that day when it was just us, for the first time. The way you look at professors like they are crazy when you don't understand something they said. The way you (don't) participate in group conversations, just sit there and look and listen. The way you smile.

The way you smile when someone says or does something stupid. The way you smile when you're thinking of something so offensive you know it'll break friendships if you say it out loud. The way you smile at me when we talk. The way you smile at me when we make the same dirty joke out of thin air and lock eyes across the room. The way you smile when you see someone share precious moments you may never admit to actually having warmed your heart. The way you smiled when someone was hitting on you incessantly and we locked eyes and exchanged an unsaid, implied joke. The way you smile when the college dogs come up to you for pets. The way you smile when the college dogs come up to me for pets. The way you laugh.

The way you laugh when your friends are all teasing each other. The way you laughed when I shared silly stories from my life. The way you laugh in a room full of people - guarded, yet reaching your eyes. The way you laugh with only your friends around - interspersed with nods and head shakes. The way you laughed when it was just us - with your whole body, loosening up, slightly nervous. The way I wish to hear you laugh again, because I've forgotten it and want to hear it for the first time again.

The way you touch my hand. The first time - me offering my hand, grabbing yours and looking away; you slowly tightening your grip on mine. The fist bumps everytime we see each other. The time our hands brushed when I gave you my phone to show you something, then when you handed it back to me. The way I long to intertwine my fingers with those of another - with yours.

The way you care. The way you listened to me when I was going through a tough time and reassured me. The way you kept looking at me from across the room to make sure I was okay, getting better. The way you always help me up the stairs with a grip more sure than anyone else I've met before. The way you respect the limits I set with you about your dark humour. The way you sent me more pictures when I told you the sunset you sent me looked so beautiful. And then another one not long ago, out of the blue, because you thought (knew?) I'd like it.

If I were to tell you, after all this, what I mean when I say you're other kinds of cute, I mean 'cute' is not wrong - it's just not enough for what I think of you. You're heartwarming, thoughtful, silly, kind, sometimes innocent, sometimes intense, adorable, endearing, a warm blanket and candles on a cold, dark, snowy, stormy night. You are not the fireplace - you don't radiate warmth and light like that. You need to see someone really is warm at heart, so you can hold them, comfort them, comfort yourself in the process, to the best of your abilities - and I just think that's a lot of hidden, raw love.

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travelersrest · 5 months

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🦋🌺🦋

#run your hands #whisper of the heart #whispered words #whispered revelations #a thousand kisses #pouring my heart out #poetry in motion #from the inside out #journey #lovers #genuinely #a gentleman

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piecesofme-pouringinthedarkness · 7 months

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#resinart #resin casting #resin #resin creations #epoxy resin #resin art #handmade #art #small business #handcrafted #resin crafting #resincrafting #resin crafts #resincrafts #epoxy #epoxyart #resinpouring #resinpour #pouring my heart out

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oohancaoo · 10 months

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Don't tell me you're sorry 'cause your not...

And baby when I know you're only sorry you got caught

But you put on quite a show....

#life #me #pouring my heart out #Spotify

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sicksullentree · 1 year

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I have met thousands of thousands of dead ends everyday I walk hastily in this world. Venturing still the forest paths that serves me nowhere. Blindy stepping the rose laden path that my body seemingly grows to be accustomed to. To threat it as normality, an everyday occurence, to accept it as the reality to walk on. Thorns kissing my feet bleeding, miles and miles of bright blinding beautiful lights, with windows to the beauty of the world, and nature, and the people living the very dream I've had last night. I have wondered many times if there were really another way other than this-I mean ofcourse there are, but you can't avoid wondering when this is the only reality you've been living for all these times. That it leads to such deep integration, a haunting realism, where you somehow made yourself your own prison. Going back is near impossibility, the only way is forward or leave. But To leave is to be the other, to be detach from the little droplets of water that momentarily ease my bottomless thirst, to leave is to meet the 21st Century Death. Im in a dessert full of sounds and moving colorful images screaming full on to my every minute- billboards moving so close its almost drawing me to its own world detach from a single ounce of cell. I've been going round and round and round in this rollercoaster, im in a final distination movie, and I still ride the rollercoaster every day after I drank my morning coffee. I know what's coming after the big drop, I know what limbs of me are gonna fly with the speeding wind. I have been here a thousand times, I tried to take a break from it but it killed me all the same. I watch myself die a thousand times, I watched myself die with others a thousand times. I watch and watch. Always sitting at the front for the spectacle that the internet has stored for the day. Then the night comes and I don't sleep and I never tasted rest. I wake up tired. Im not a person, anymore. I have tried to reach my hands to another, to break through the barrier but- or did I? Did I ever try? To reach for connection? To lunge down the blazing lava of uncertainty? I- I don't know where this is going, I don't know where I am going. There might be nothing for me here. There might be no one for me here. Am I doomed to be alone drifting forever moaning about the sorrowful loneliness hanging around? To suffer every waking day? To write the same tiring depressing shit that no one ever reads?

//Frame from the Filipino 4 hour epic masterpiece 'Norte, The End of History' dir. by Lav Diaz

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12-sins-of-a-saint · 1 year

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i'd reach out for the moon if i wanted to

but i have longed the darkness beneath it always so more

for it blends with the hue of my soul

empty and void and desolate

yet something with a tint of dark grey

- Syre (21/3/23 20:47)

#being a bad poet for no good reason #spilled ink #dark acamedia #original thoughts #microblog #micropoetry #images are not mine #Pinterest images #poetry #pouring my heart out

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fantasiasodapop · 1 year

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The Girl Who Lived

A long time ago, there was a girl.

She was alone.

She stood in a world that walked around her, forgetting she existed. She screamed, and sang, and sobbed her heart out, but no one heard her pleas. They left her there, standing alone, and she wondered what she had done wrong.

When she died, nobody knew.

When she died, no one was quite sure, only that she did. There were plenty of possible causes: understanding that came from a friend; the knowledge of how her mind worked; the realisation that she could love and be loved without fear or judgement. It could have been anything.

But nonetheless, she died, and no one saw but the others who had fallen too.

It was not until years later that her parents saw her ghost, that her disguise slipped and showed her otherly nature.

They struggled to understand why, how they had failed, but it wasn't their fault, not truly. It was simply how the world was.

So she forgave them, but they blamed themselves and tried to fix it, not understanding that there was nothing to fix when the subject is not broken, merely different.

So now they stand at her grave and weep, but she is not there, for she does not sleep.

Now they stand at my grave and cry, but we are not there, we did not die.

#coming out #lgtbtq #poetry #pouring my heart out #one of those days #if you guys like our poetry #leave a like #we have more to show

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missvaness666 · 1 month

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since oct.7, everyday i keep wondering why life is still going on, mine included, while there's a genocide happening. and not everybody is even welling to recognize it as a genocide. i'm living my life, just like any normal day, but my heart ache every time my mind gets quiet with daily life suff, because then I see the horrors like memories. and i remember it's happening, right now, during that normal day i just spent, with my loved ones in good shape, safe and well fed, doing the exact same thing as me. we put on the news, and sometimes we share that it's so sad, and that the world is sick. but as individuals, we keep going, and we don't engage. we don't have time. dealing with our own life is plenty enough. besides, it's not gonna change anything. and Hamas is still considered like the bad guys even after 156 days (3 741 hours) of bombing people, shooting people, starving people. 30 034+ death 69 000+ wounded. how are we reading this, and are able to continue with our daily routine. i'm genuinely asking. like i'm doing it, and I still don't understand how. nor why. there's just this horrible constatation that we don't feel anything for each other as humans. and we were fed so much horror in our lifetime, that even in the face of pure torture on a whole population we stay silent and move on. we continue to live our life like any other day.

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quicksilver87 · 3 months

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Distraction and Game

Again you decided to not be divided,

do you feel excited with what you sided,

your flee reaction it's just refraction,

just a distraction of new attraction,

all of the doubting is still there shouting,

all of your routing keep it from sprouting,

how do you feel, did your mind heal,

or did you just seal, cover with steel,

the cries of your heart of being apart,

maybe it's smart to start on your art,

have you just tossed at your own cost,

did you just get lost, got covered in frost,

bound into the ground by comfort you found,

does your heart pound, does it make a sound,

when it thinks of he, the one meant to be,

round his neck a key, he sails this harsh sea,

to find a glass jar with your burning star,

where you put who you are, you threw it so far,

but i can't give up somewhere there's a map,

you pushed it through gap out of your trap,

from our connection i know the direction,

saw it in reflection of your affection,

i'll get it, just wait, i won't be too late,

i'll open this crate where in waiting lays fate,

you just have to see there's no need to flee,

let your soul free again find our glee,

you had it so much, walks, talks and such,

felt our souls touch then pressed the clutch,

disconneting the gear out of some fear,

that doesn't let near the voice that you hear,

speaking to you, to tell you what's true,

to stop this blue consuming me through,

i still need my red to stop this spread,

grab our own thread, get away from dread,

day go up and down, sometimes i drown,

i seem like a clown with fake plastic crown,

i know you feel the same in this new frame,

fighting the shame, longing to blame,

life is a weird game and i can still claim,

you sense a hot flame hearing my name.

#my muse #love #soulmate #time #thoughts #distraction #pouring my heart out #how to find #honesty

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ramblingsofacrazyyoungman · 3 months

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I thought you loved me

I thought that you loved me, And i think you thought so too.

But what i did not see, Was neither did i love you.

I loved who you were before. Who you would be no more.

After you confessed to what you did, And to who you would now be.

Atleast behind my eyelid.

#poem #romantic poem #sad poem #breakup #betrayal #relationship #breakup poem #pouring my heart out

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thebluesthour210am · 8 months

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There are thousands of memories of us in my head. It's a pity that none of it is real.

#pouring my heart out #nostalgia #literature #aesthetic #dark academia

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fernlen · 3 months

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feeling everything at once, changing leaves like seasons, skins like snakes, moods like moon's phases, coloring my mind as I want to, as I don't want, inspired by feelings I don't want to feel, everything's going so fast I wanna stop but gotta keep moving on, what's at the end of the road? Don't wanna know but the feeling of running somewhere gets me free even if I'm not and yet, when all of this looks like wrong, feels so badly uncertain and unfair I still believe in some kinda meaning of it all

#staysafe #pouring my heart out #reach out #in my feels #write it motherfuckers #writers #writers on tumblr #words words words

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gaydreamersstuff · 4 months

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my notes app is my best friend fr

#pouring my heart out #then acting like everything’s okay #with everyone #don’t know where i’d be with out you notes app #gretchen’s random shit

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piecesofme-pouringinthedarkness · 7 months

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#resinart #resin creations #epoxy resin #resin casting #resin art #resin #small business #handcrafted #handmade #pouring my heart out #resin crafting #resin crafts #resincrafting #resincrafts #resinpour #resinpouring

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