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msanonymous · 8 months
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“How do you become a poet?”
Always looking/ Hardly speaking/ Defending the moon/ Disappearing from the room/ As if you were never even there/ Drinking more caffeine than breathing air/ Instead of falling in love with smiles, looking at them & just wondering why they don't reach it to that person's eyes?/ Instead of getting lost in the eyes, reading the sadness in them & wondering why they cried themselves to sleep at nights?/ Unsaid words, lots of them, so many that your mind gets fully clogged up with them, & at nights they threaten to spill out from your eyes as teardrops/ Unsent letters, loads of them, too many hidden well in your secret drawers, because of the fear of one accidentally landing in someone's letter box/ “Where is your home?”/ I don't know/ Strangers to friends. Within years. Friends to strangers again. Within a heartbeat/ I think I've seen this film before & I didn't like the ending/ Too many films of memories, playing in your head all together at the same time/ Too many stories of your life, having the similar last page, with the same last line/ “You are not enough!”/ Am I really not made for love?/ Lying to the whole world. “I'm fine”/ Lying to your therapist. “I'm fine, other people have it so much worse than me”/ Lying to your parents. “I'm fine.” “Then why are you crying?” “I'm not, I'm fine”/ Lying to yourself. ‘I'm fine.’ ‘No, you're not. You know you're not.’ ‘I know! But does it matter? No. It doesn't. There are hearts more hurt than ours.’ ‘But then why are you crying?’/ Daydreams & what-ifs/ Always finding yourself at the edge of the cliffs/ Envying & smiling sadly at the people who are poetry/ “I read your poem. It's beautiful!” What about me?/ Not touching your diary for months/ Then writing 6 poems in a day, after receiving 6 brand new cuts/ When no matter what pen you choose to write with, fountain, ball point, glitter gel, the ink you'll see after completing the last line will all be blood/ & then there's suddenly blood everywhere. Blood, so much blood. You lift your shaky hands & find both of your palms covered in it. You cover your eyes with them & sob, drowning in your own flood/ & you just keep praying to God for it to be your own. That the cracks of heart from all this blood seeped through, please God, let it be mine. Let it be mine/ The world hurts you enough everyday. But the last thing you want to do is to hurt the world back in your lifetime/ Mastering the art of stitching the wounds. But never for yours/ Other people have it so much worse. You don't deserve any of the cures/ Letting the wounds you think you deserve bleed/ Continuously, trying to not pay the pain any heed/ But still failing/ & weeping & weeping/ Then picking up the quill & dipping it in the aorta of your heart/ & attempting to create art/ But I think I'm not the right person to answer this question/ Because I am too inexperienced & unfamiliar with that profession/ Because as for me, I'm just a girl looking out of her window, waiting for someone to come & look at her/ & just not look away after/ I'm not a poet, how can I never be?/ But I do think/ That poets are not something that people become/ It's a mask. That people buy one day, at the price of heartbreaks & shattered hopes, to put on & hide the ugly & weak personas of them/ It's something people have to do, you know?/ Because the world can barely tolerate the poets. How many more wounds do you think you can sustain? & how many rocks do you think the world will throw?/ When you'll step out of your room/ As you?
~ms.anonymous
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akasanata · 8 months
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I love how Lucy is no longer a corpse but still looks unwell
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Going overboard with decorating
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Perhaps I am
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hey-color-palettes · 2 years
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palette for the word loverboy?? :)
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carmillaseriesdaily · 2 years
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Carmilla Series Daily: September 11
Things are getting batshit over here
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Laura's Music:
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donotdestroy · 2 years
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The Story Behind the Haunting 9/11 Photo of a Man Falling From the Twin Towers
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steph-infection · 2 years
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I want you to watch this video all the way through, and then I want you to try and explain for the 5000000000th time why we need to make change peacefully and how it can be a lasting change.
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delux2222 · 2 years
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Happy Birthday, Pinto Colvig (1892-1967)
The voice of Pluto and Goofy, and the original Bozo the Clown.
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monicadeola · 8 months
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dilf-in-peril · 5 months
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its-time-to-be-silly · 8 months
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We must obey, and silence is a part of obedience
I know he doesn't wanna let on that it's supernatural because they might not believe him, but that is a super ominous thing to say
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ummick · 8 months
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oh dear i'm afraid i'm in love with him
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mikeywayarchive · 10 months
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Barclays Center, Brooklyn, NY // Sep 11th 2022 // Ann Storlie
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hey-color-palettes · 2 years
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I accidentally posted as a question instead of using the ask box! Is it possible to do a pallete for the name Tonka? also: cancer zodiac sign
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backinmypjs · 2 years
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brace yourselves
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thewaferofchaos · 10 months
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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 11 months
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The Doors – Twentieth Century Fox
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