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sike-n · 2 months

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A man walks into a bar

And asks the bartender for a drink

Put it in a glass or a human body either way they are one and the same

The man stands before the glass stands on the counter

His hands holds the glass holds his drink

Then the exchange

Mouth open the glass lets go of all that it is

Mouth open the man seeks to forget all that he is

Lets go of the glass

The glass tumbles

He stumbles

The glass falls

The man is down

Glass splinters glitter on the ground

Stars hidden by the man on the moon

Who has fallen off his throne

Not quite responds the bartender

As he sweeps what remains of the glass into a dust pan

And he commands the man to stand back up

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a-quietsoul · 2 years

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always had my arm stretched halfway: ready to catch you, but never quite ready to reach out.

or the desperate attempt to save others and never yourself

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ho1y-water · 2 years

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is your heart hurt /

did your feet slip in the sand are you /

all right /

in the dark stillness of the night,

everything is warm again

and kind. a susurration of wings.

clairvoyance. squareness and linoleum.

are we still men

if we forget to eat, sleep,

if we spread out in pale grass and melt

and drink blood.

i saw you through dark water /

gleaming on dark water

like so many stars. and like stars

the dawn made you translucent. gone /

and like stars /

you do not love me back.

pink sailboat floating to nowhere

two ships sinking in the night with /

the blackness of night

all around.

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n1mmii · 1 year

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you feel like poetry

it’s 4 am,

it’s just you and me in the entirety of the universe.

everyone else turned into clouds,

now they're falling as rain.

i wake up in your arms,

just how i fell asleep in them.

i feel you breathing,

i feel your heart beat against mine,

i feel you dreaming,

i feel your hair tangled with mine.

you keep me so close,

so close that our souls almost touch each other,

so close that your skin feels like mine,

so close that we might not even be different people,

so close that we might be one.

your voice,

your goddamn voice.

the haze in your voice,

the way you say the words,

the way you carve those words in my soul,

you have no idea about the things your voice does to me.

you’re in your olive green sweater,

i’m unclothed,

but i’m not cold,

you’re all the warmth i need.

i slide on top of you,

you caress my hair,

your fingers tangled with them.

you don't fight them,

you stay there,

tangled,

with me.

you, feel like poetry.

you’re smiling,

the wrinkle on the corner of your eye,

the soft dimple on the corner of your lips,

you kiss me,

you taste like cigarettes.

davidoff cigarettes, the ones you like.

i place my hands under your sweater,

i can feel your body.

i close my eyes,

i take it all in,

feel it in my soul,

then carve your scars onto it.

you’re looking at me,

looking at me feel you,

your eyes are partially closed,

but your smile,

baby your smile’s so big.

you, you feel like poetry.

your hands touch my waist,

go straight up to that deepest point,

they stay there,

mold themselves in me,

decorate themselves around me,

like they belong there,

like they’ve found home,

“please never leave.”

“i want to sing for you” you say,

“i only have one heart, please have mercy on me” i say

with my hands taking your sweater off.

you sing “sunsetz” by cigarettes after sex

my heart skips a million beats.

my hands tremble,

my soul quivers,

just at the sound of your voice.

your hands are so big,

i would fit just right inside the palm of your hands.

you’d carry me,

you’d take me home,

you’d keep me,

you’d look at me and say that you own me.

it would be an honor,

beautiful beautiful boy,

to be owned by you.

because you,

you feel like poetry.

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structuredconcept · 2 years

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I lay sobbing on the floor. The sun smiles brightly. How fitting.

#writers #writers creed #my wriitng #poetry #new poem #new poetry #re-bumbleblossoms #writing

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bluestthingsonearth · 23 days

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for @nosebleedclub's april prompts. 1. as good as you'll get

#my poetry #poetry #poetryportal #13cupsofteareblog #twcpoetry #re bumbleblossoms #poeticstories #poeticwhispers #writerscreed

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theluciddragonfly · 23 days

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Born to be a lover but I’m a master at detachment.

#writerscreed #writerscorner #writers on tumblr #black poets society #re bumbleblossoms #love #spilled ink #new writers on tumblr #poetry #poets on tumblr #quote #quoteoftheday #quotes #beautiful quote #life quote

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soulreserve · 8 months

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Winter-Long

Winter's cold is curled like a lick beneath underneath the beating heart. Like a hand of a stranger on my shoulder.

Your name is the white breath I realease from trembling lips. It escapes from me and into the dense air that carries cold with a purpose.

Loss is a constant companion, it doesn't fade with time. I watch it shiver outside under the burden of heavy snow.

What does it know of warmth? I let it slip inside, and sit by the fire. but little by little it takes over. It creeps below,

leaves my body damp and aching, swamped by run-away thoughts of you. And cold settles like a tickle in the lungs.

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heartweary-writing · 9 months

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Maybe I should have gone to you

In January, when the cold

Rang in the earth’s bones-

Shaking,

Shaking

Shaking you unsteady

Your heart heavy

Your mind ready

To unravel.

Yes, maybe I should have gone to you-

Even if you would have gone away,

Anyway.

J. K. L

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4sss · 11 months

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My heart strings may be a little out of tune. So long it's been since they've been used. Still I want play a song for you. A melody for my muse.

J.c.A

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abrighterspark · 9 months

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ever loud, ever lively

the river flows below

bubbling with the brook sprites

laughing, light and low

#faerie light #poetry #spilled words #poetblr #writing #original poems #writerscreed #writers on tumblr #poeticstories #twcpoetry #rhyme #spilled ink #alt lit #re bumbleblossoms #poetryriot #poetrycorner

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sike-n · 7 months

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it's october // and i don't have time to think about you // but i do have time to think about not having time to think about you // i could say more but there's nothing more to say // october seems to take all the words away // and in any case they've all been said before // i love you you love me // you love me not i love you // you love me i love you // i love you you love me not // i love you not // oh, it's october again

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a-quietsoul · 2 years

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i love you in stillness, in words not exchanged, in the echoing silence bridging our distance. you would hate these writings. you never found love in pretty words and fleeting touches. i love you the best way i can. you love me the best way you can. it's still wasnt enough.

god, let this be enough. // aumirah

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ho1y-water · 1 year

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it can be clean like this,

crystal gaze through grass blade frostbite in rainy december.

his lips finding my cheek like a cat finding its warm bed

over and over and over

and over again,

curving to fit my body,

curling around me because he wants to.

love means: even though you aren’t doing so well right now.

they are outside smoking

or else

talking puffs of speech

thrown away forever.

i like to pull my own feet out from underneath me,

get sick and tired of sleeping in my bed,

go back and beg for forgiveness

but really

begging for kisses.

i sometimes wonder

about that other life i once had,

the ashes of which blew away with last summer’s fires.

now i can stop faking

and take my pills

and forget.

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thesilentgazer · 2 years

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Anger is powerful. That is why you ask it to hide. Anger is grief's sister. She is mad, absolutely livid, that you try to hurt her. Anger is the father of sadness. He cannot believe that something like this could happen to his son. Anger is the neighbour of consequences, you cannot avoid it for long. Anger is your mother when she has had enough of the world. Anger is your blood and bones, and how long will you hide it away, when it has made a home there.

-gazergirl

#anger #writerscreed #short quotes #spilled thoughts #quotes #spilled words #spilled ink #poetry excerpt #poetsofficial #writersontumblr #re bumbleblossoms #writing the storm #inkstay #inkstainsandheartbeats

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bluestthingsonearth · 2 months

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i had a friend. i called her boxcar.

#my poetry #poetry #poetryportal #13cupsofteareblog #twcpoetry #re bumbleblossoms #poeticstories #poeticwhispers

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