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poetdreamerfool · 1 year

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2023 - 4 - one

something in me changes at night. perhaps it knows for certain that all the best adventures happen after bed time. it feels like you opened time like a zipper-- where everything sucks but all is well. all is well. one step and slide: the swollen knee boogie; still I glide over the carpet like its water; the red light of the alarm clock blinks out into the void like a light house-- I crash upon my bed like waves upon rocks-- I hold my pillow up to my ear and I hear african poems, drums of war; made up stories under neon lights laughter, car doors shutting, and crying in the dark. crying sounds different in the dark all alone-- it feels more true. crying feels more real when it's a secret.

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cripplingthoughts11 · 2 years

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For the first time in a long time, my head is above the water and I can finally breathe.

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fixations-and-impressions · 1 year

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I’m a bad person for wanting to be loved.

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dolores-hazy · 2 years

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Secret: I only want people after they stop wanting me.

The eyes that turn aside

Are what catch light

3...2...1...contact clashing

To put in less perplexing context

We can contemplate more fully

More freely crave falling

Into the trope of the one

That got away playing tag-

You're-it chase; making eyes

Looking to reignite the flame

Finally open to what could have been

Hoping and praying it's not too late

Going up in smoke, fully cooked

Burnt to a crisp flambeed

@dolores-hazy

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beautythroughalookingglass · 2 years

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I always wondered if you were drawn to me for the same reason I was drawn to you - the malingering of sadness

late night thoughts

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mylifemyrulesalysway · 2 years

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Somewhere in the clouds high enough to sustain an indomitable soul. A world where the clocks always read 5 o’clock. The honky tonk is as perpetual as day and night. That’s home…to…her. With an astute glimpse at this sui generis man, she was hooked. He was already different she never had to try to see him in a loveable way. With him it was easy. The way the beach breeze ran through his blonde locks. The way his smile made her wonder how his golden locks were nothing, then he would take his shades off and truly melt her soul. ' Those eyes.' she thought. ' My heart will never see another soul but him and the way his baby blues say I love you without even saying it'. He looked at her like she has never been looked at before.

Those blue eyes made loving him as easy as pie. He never tried to mend her after he came to the realization, she was forged in a fire that burned hotter than the flame of hell. She was forged from passion, loyalty, and soul crushing honesty. He had every chance to run for the hills. She knows that this is the one. The one that doesn't rip the breath from her lungs and strip her of her identity.

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A.B

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everydayfix · 2 years

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How being sober and in control is as nerve-wrecking and unsteady as the first time I got on a bike without the training wheels to protect me. Thinking I was ready to throw myself into the real world when I can't even rent a car on my own. And how do I know what I am truly capable of when napping is the only consistent hobby that comes to mind. Knowing myself is like being trapped inside a snow globe that is constantly shaken up before it ever gets to settle.

Show me a rope that is actually tethered to something sturdy and unmoving. And trust that I know what I’m doing when I feel like I’m headed on a straight collision with the next oncoming train.

@everydayfix, "So where did I leave off?"

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kenziesodrepoems · 4 years

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sasviaimtinan · 3 years

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thel0stminded · 3 years

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drunken doodles

Writer: Hassan S. Abdillahi

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poetdreamerfool · 1 year

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Werewolf

I have this superpower where when there's a full moon I transform into dust with fur and muscles that cares about everything but itself.

they call it a curse for some reason. Like howling at a gift of light in a land of darkness is not the correct course of action. peculiar? I think not. Like there's something wrong with bestial passion-- that smiling with fangs in your mouth is considered rude or perhaps even downright rotten.

they shoot us with silver because, you know, regular bullets won't do.

at least I get to die rich-- no silver in my pocket but how many people can say they have fragments of silver in their heart?

how many people can say I howled at the light and it didn't shine any brighter but, shit, so what?

who says we're only howling at the light? maybe we're howling at the darkness thanking it for being the mirror for the light to bounce off of.

or maybe we're howling to ourselves confirming that we are infact awake and not dreaming-- that something as beautfiful as light can exist and that something as poignant as darkness can be its requisite.

I guess men can be animals but animals can't be men.

ahem, howl.

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slikkyslim · 3 years

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Still, your name was the shortest love poem I’ve ever written.

- Unknown

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fixations-and-impressions · 2 years

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Baby are we ever gonna be more than this?

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cathartic-astrophile · 3 years

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I mend myself back together

by stitching my bones with needle and thread

for it would conceal

the pain I felt inside.

But disguised wounds are hard to mask

when bandages are covered with blood stain

of memories that seeps through the skin

and cut the heart deep.

I sedated myself with anesthesia

and when drugs run through my veins,

my eyes started to drift away

until it doesn’t hurt anymore when I open them.

I still search you in the crowd -

when you are more than a disease instead of a cure.

The poison you bring between the lips pressed together, “I can’t breathe”,

and the rest of the world has gone black.

You are too contagious, yet your disease feels like home.

I hate it when I am lying in the hospital bed

with its white linens and white walls,

you still appear in front me

as if my mind neglects a single detail about you

How can’t I untangle you in my heart?

when I already saw everything.

Now, I must move forward

since I don’t know who you are.

Are you the one who clawed at my weak heart between your fingernails

or the one who put me to sleep with your love drug?

love drug // Michael Obeso

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cripplingthoughts11 · 4 years

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I think you wanted to love me. You just didn’t know how.

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beautythroughalookingglass · 2 years

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The thing about micro traumas is that no-one ever talks about it- the ones that you don't notice at first until the damage has weaved its way through to your core- leaving you with a sense of numbness and with none to point the blame at.

late night thoughts

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