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#wannabe poet
slvtk1ssgrrrl · 3 days
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i wish i was someone and not an amalgam of objects and people i stole from visually and conceptually and crafted my identity from their ashes and remains, their nectar of perished existence and their lingering, dwelling, that i have determined within myself to keep ablaze. like a cockroach, i never die; when will i die? i think i need to.
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onlyanothermundane · 7 months
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You don't love me. Not really. You love what you want me to be. What you want me to give you. You don't see me for who I am, nor do you appreciate what I am ready to give. You don't love me. Not at all.
-Ri.
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15dykes · 7 months
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xoxothegirlblogger · 29 days
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He makes me feel some kind way,
He won’t make it to twenty eight.
He kisses me like it’s child’s play,
He’s my beginning and my end.
When he’s asleep and I start to pray
Begging God and every saint,
Please don’t let the fame,
Drift my boy away.
There’s a needle in his vein,
It’s not even past midday,
I feel I have to help
He has a show later today,
But he said it’ll be okay
Once his band has their big break.
Im his muse and he’s the ray,
I wish to bathe in every day.
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What if Brahms were a poet? Would he write something sweet and from the heart? Would his words be gentle and soothing? Would he use metaphors and hyperbolic phrases?
Or would he write them to be harsh and from the darkest corners of his mind? Would his words be cruel and disturbing? Would he use analogies and idioms?
Or would he write both brutally and from the heart; kind and from the deepest recesses of his tortured soul?
Would his words be both magnificently deranged and softly abrasive?
Would he use metaphorical analogies?
Would he create a new type of poetry?
Would his work become famous?
Would it be taught in classes by teachers who either care about their work too much or not enough?
Would he be looked at as a beautifully broken man whose parents had failed him. A man that the world had failed?
Is he had a better outlet for his pain, for his emotions, would he be a better person?
Would be still be as broken as the porcelain doll he pretends he is?
Would his parents finally love him?
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bittersweetsoxxx · 2 years
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I learned a very long time ago,
Life has many truths.
Not all of these truths are sweet.
Some are quite bitter,
People will die.
People will leave.
They will lie, cheat, and hurt you.
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But not all truths are bitter either,
You will love,
You will be inspired,
And just as the stars do,
You will shine
Even in the darkest of places
Even when no one is watching.
I promise you this,
No matter how dark things seem
You are still shining.
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ripped-portraits · 3 months
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the beautiful innocence of a game
kids yelling and screaming
grass stains on your knees
your best friend being faster than all the boys
you are still a little bit taller than them
you know girls develop faster
a kickball the only thing on our minds
and boys vs girls just meant teams
the heartbreaking truth of a game
teenagers laughing and crying
you learn a whole new meaning to please
that same best friend has new favorite toys
wondering why they don't spare you a glance
you know boys like blondes
you learn what a first heartbreak feels like
and boys vs girls got a lot less fun
the ugly secrets of a game
adults loving and leaving
unfortunately on your knees
your best friend can't even get you to talk
and you wish you were still bigger than them
but you know boys can't control themselves
you feel like a stranger in your own body
and you wish that boy was just an enemy
in a game
xl
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everythoughtihave · 9 months
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Like a toy
People only want me when I'm new.
Like a child who just got a new toy,
People like me, find me interesting,
They play with me for a while.
But like a child with their toy,
after a while, I am boring,
I'm old, nothing new,
I'm not interesting or shiny anymore.
Being with me is suddenly a routine,
A routine that is too predictable,
Loving me becomes dull,
No more excitement or surprises.
I am now the toy at the bottom of the box,
Nothing new and nothing exciting,
But still, there I am,
Longing for the attention and love I once had,
Loyally waiting for when you decide you want to play with me again.
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girlblogging-rn · 6 months
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staying over in someone else’s house is such a beautiful, yet scary experience.
the way the air smells different. the way their ringbell sounds different. the way their bedsheets are different kind of soft. the way their bathroom and kitchen are different kind of clean. the way their house looks so much more lived in, and loved. the way their parents displayed their children’s artwork. the way they don’t argue. the way they can communicate. the way the children feel safe in that house. the way the children feel loved in that house. in their house. in their house.
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fili-is-gone · 1 year
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If I become a Crank Save me from Wicked Don't watch me becoming crazy You're the one I trusted with The Note If you've ever been my Friend Please, Tommy. Please.
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mintjstacy · 9 months
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Bloody Prints
the elevations murder on my hands
                         i rip the strips of skin off my fingers
                        blood covering my nails and keyboard
                    why can’t i stop
                  it fucking hurts but i keep pulling 
          off  
      my 
skin  
                                  i keep letting myself bleed 
i dont think i want to stop though
      i don’t seem to mind 
        the blood 
            or
         the pain 
  or
         any of it
  really
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onlyanothermundane · 2 years
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Emergency Exit
I wish my body had an emergency exit, so that I could leave it whenever these feelings become too much to handle.
I would just run down the hallway, passing the doors to forgotten memories, that I never want to uncover again.
Sprinting for the exit leading me out of all that I am and don't wanna be.
Breathing in some fresh air and feeling free from everything that should have never happened but changed me deeply.
And when I remember who I am without these feelings haunting me, I will be ready to go and take back control over my body.
-Ri.
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jovonhan · 11 months
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daviddisyko · 11 months
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(Oh well, it didn't go as planned)
(There's always next time)
(just keep trying)
Oh sheesh
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Just keep going,
Like clockwork just continue.
Stiff and lifeless, non-stopping madness
Are you too ambitious?
Just be honest and admit it
(Let's be real, it might be way too selfish)
Reality is tough, chasing dreams is rough
Don't ever think I'm having fun.
Is it wrong? Is it right? Will it work? It might fail
I'm running out of options,
My brain is just atrocious
Empty wallet, empty soul, empty life
Please give a sign
As if you cared, like I care
Too tired to be angry,
Too angry to be sad,
Too sad to be tired
Wait, I'm just running out in circles, fuck
Don't say those last words yet
Make 'em pay.
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alice-crowin · 1 year
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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 writing tips 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 
☆ avoid repetition - it can make your writing seem dull and like your talking down to your reader
☆ don't overuse adjectives and adverbs - these can make your writing seem exaggerated
☆ don't use complicated vocabulary or convoluted sentences - these confuse readers and your story should be able to stand alone without them
☆ know your target audience - this should be done before you even start writing and will help you find your plot and writing style easier
☆ edit and proofread - not just you but your peers should be reading and re-reading your story looking for spelling or grammar mistakes and plot inconsities
☆ don't kill said - the word said make the writing seem more natural
☆ read - reading will make you a better writer
☆ outline - this will help you organize your ideas and will help you guide your story so your characters don't get "stuck"
☆ write regularly - have an amount of time and a certain place to sit while writing this will prevent a "writers slump"
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bittersweetsoxxx · 2 years
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I wish to live here in this moment, I do not want to sleep. For sleep will make the memory foggy. This perfect moment with the details so clear in my head will become blurred like a foggy September morning. Your hand is warm, as it presses against my face. Your eyes a deep rusty brown, glittering in the sunlight that slipped between the curtains. Your eyes remind me of the forest, for I could wander here too, in this gaze. An eternity of staring into the depths would not be long enough. I want to memorize every scattered freckle across your skin. Every swirl of varying shade in your eyes. I want to live here in the warmth of your embrace. Falling for you is as easy as breathing.
Falling for you is as easy as breathing.
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