poem a day
Desire, fear, and calculated departure
Happy birthday to my boyfriend
This morning walking the rain dampened roads
Alone
Chicken flavored ramen noodles, stewed tomatoes, green beans and chips with cheese
Consumer
Feeling like a lump
Better off at home with my family and going to the gym and yoga classes
At least i think I hope
I don't want to break up but I do
Rather be a strong soldier
Enduring self and others
Trying my best to be good
I want the summer to myself
I don't want to shave to appease any man
I don't want to have to dye my hair for another's liking
I want the color to fade and my real color grow out
I like fading things
They say it's better to burn than to fade away
I disagree
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I peek around the hill
And eye the mountain peak
And I feel my interest pique
At my homonyms
Because while the peak is unique
My words are mine
And my words are fine
Like a supermodel 🔥😎
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Welcome to the crackhouse.
We sell crack. We sell coke.
There is even some meth on the floor.
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dudaklarımdan dökülenler senin verdiğin ezber kağıtlarından birer çalıntı,
kendi mısralarımı okuyunca iyileşecek 14 yaşım, o çiçekli demirlerinden bıktı
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My brother din't let me keep my favorite but worn out boot.
He said that I would be keeping trash, a
picture would be more than good.
But I have lived of trash for all my life, what of is there to live for if not that?
Being alive doesn't make me more than just trash.
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Your Car's Extended Warranty
A hellish message whispers through the air
"We've been trying to reach you concerning
your vehicle's extended warranty"
"You should've received a notice in the mail
about your car's extended warranty eligibility"
But the letter remains unread, lost in a sea of forgotten papers
As the calls persist, a relentless drone in the depths of despair
"Since we've not gotten response,
we're giving you a final courtesy call"
A warning, a threat, a promise of impending doom
Press 2 to be removed,
to escape the clutches of this spectral call
To be placed on a do-not-call list,
a sanctuary in a world of darkness
Yet the temptation lingers, a siren's song calling
out with deceitful allure
To speak to someone about possibly
extending or reinstating your vehicle's warranty
Press 1 to speak with a warranty specialist,
a whispered promise of salvation
But what price must be paid,
what horrors await in the depths of this unholy bargain?
A contract sealed in blood,
a pact with forces beyond comprehension
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sometimes talking feels like a stab wound
and i’m somehow holding the knife
ur looking down at me
and all i can think is why didn’t i stop.
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*insert some bs poem here
Gosh I really love Espio in TMOSTH
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reminder to writers/self
its ok to write shitty poems
its ok to write shitty song lyrics
its ok to write shitty stories
its ok to be unoriginal
its ok to reuse a line from something else you wrote
its ok to reference other works
its ok to be proud of shitty writing
its ok to be proud of great writing
its ok to be proud in general
its ok to not use overcomplicated intricate wording in writing
its ok to write about dumb shit
its ok to write about fictional events
its ok to write something awesome but have one weak line you cant really fix
its ok to write something terrible but have one amazing line that doesn't fit
its ok to write about emotions you don't really grasp
its ok to write
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meditations in an emergency by Cameron Awkward-Rich
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HELLO?????
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— Colourless Musings, Tathève Simonyan
Hockey Poetry Post 60/?
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And to my lips the Seraph clung
And tore from me my sinful tongue,
My cunning tongue and idle-worded;
The subtle serpent's sting he set
Between my lips—his hand was wet,
His bloody hand my mouth begirded.
And with a sword he cleft my breast
And took the heart with terror turning,
And in my gaping bosom pressed
A coal that throbbed there, black and burning.
Upon the wastes, a lifeless clod,
I lay, and heard the voice of God:
"Arise, oh prophet, watch and hearken,
And with my Will thy soul engird,
Through lands that dim and seas that darken,
Burn thou men's hearts with this, my Word."
(excerpt from Pushkin - The Prophet
Translated by Babette Deutsch and Avrahm Yarmolinsky)
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