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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 11 months

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The sorta literal translation from the arabic is so much more beautiful ::

“From here rose the first written letter, (finding its way) to every point on earth”

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“When I began to listen to poetry, it’s when I began to listen to the stones, and I began to listen to what the clouds had to say, and I began to listen to other. And I think, most importantly for all of us, then you begin to learn to listen to the soul, the soul of yourself in here, which is also the soul of everyone else.”

— Joy Harjo (via mythologyofblue)

#Joy Harjo #mythologyofblue #poem #poetry #words and writing

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alexiaugustin · 1 year

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Maggie Stiefvater, Greywaren // Richard Siken, Portrait of Fryderyk in Shifting

#this is driving me crazy like. absolutely crazy somehow #greywaren #adam parrish #trc #web weaving #words and writing #pynch #greywaren spoilers

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ariasmontage · 4 days

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Words & Scratches

Words and scratches,

you left deep crevices on the pages of the yellow notebook.

It would remind me of a girl that loved too deeply.

She didn't know when to stop watering her little pots on the window sill.

Words and scratches,

you ache so deep; these crevices give you away.

Was it the angry man that followed you everywhere? Or another whose fingers itched to be inside you? Or the lover who was deaf to your no?

Words and scratches,

you have left them hurting too.

this indecision, this constant running,

you leave crevices inside people too.

~aria

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im-madam-baby · 1 year

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Be with someone who's not afraid to convey their feelings for you.

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laylaslibrary · 10 months

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—I know I have a heart like a wild thing with snapping jaws and matted fur but I’d hang up my hands on hooks for you, pluck out all of my sharp teeth for the chance to be easy.

Trista Mateer, from “How I Asked You to Stay,” Honeybee

(via lifeinpoetry)

#quotes #literature #trista mateer #poetry #books #aesthetic #dark acamedia #dark acadamia quotes #lit #love quotes #poem #quote #on love #words and writing

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eefrostpoetry · 11 months

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how you left made a stain on my soul that i can't wash away

#poetry #spilled ink #poetry riot #poets on tumblr #dead poets society #words #writing #words and writing #art #eefrost #eefrostpoetry #quote #rupi kaur #rh sin #Amanda lovelace #Shelby leigh #milk and honey #the sun and her flowers

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slut4poets · 5 months

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There’s this pressure in my throat

To say the things I don’t

The things I write in my journal at night

Those nights in which my thoughts fight

They scream louder and louder, rage fills me up sometimes

Maybe it’s the inconsistency of my actions, of my words, that gets me to cry

To weep my problems away is the ultimate solution, I seem to think

I seem to try to externalize my emotions for a while, and then I keep them to myself

That’s why I write these poems, in a way they help me get helped

I realize things that I’d rather have kept

But the shame of vulnerability is only a passage to freedom of speech

It’s only a momentary leap

So I can clear my throat and speak

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southernsoliloquy · 5 months

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#not depressed but my writing is lol #original poem #love #poetry #poetrycommunity #writers and poets #poets corner #poets on tumblr #words and writing #ss

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girl-trying-to-escape-reality · 10 months

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I masked it so well.

#love #quotes #quote #text #life #words #feelings #relationship #thoughts #words of life #words and writing #alone

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epitome-of-words · 1 year

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Hourglasses & How Time Passes

Time passes so strangely

the children I used to babysit

are now sitting their SATs

I always had the time to become a great athlete if I wanted to be

But now professionals in my favorite sports

are often younger than I am

When I was a kid I never understood

The poetic line at the start

of that weird old soap opera

But now I have never been more aware

That 'Like the sands of the hourglass,

so are the days of our lives'

Time passes so strangely

I have now been out of highschool

for 3 4 years longer than i was ever in it

I always had the time to become someone that I wanted to be

But now that I'm older than I was

I am supposed to already be someone

#my poetry #poetry #poem #poetry month #my writing #writer #poet #writing #like the sands in the hourglass #so are the days of our lives #chronophobia #words and words and words #words and writing #Hourglasses and How Time Passes

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 8 days

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Kurt Vonnegut's 8 rules for writing: ⁣

1. Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.

⁣2. Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.⁣ ⁣

3. Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.⁣ ⁣

4. Every sentence must do one of two things—reveal character or advance the action.⁣ ⁣

5. Start as close to the end as possible.⁣ ⁣

6. Be a sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them-in order that the reader may see what they are made of.⁣ ⁣

7. Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.⁣ ⁣

8. Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To hell with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.⁣

#Kurt Vonnegut #words and writing #reading and writing #rules for writing

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alexiaugustin · 1 year

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maggie stiefvater, greywaren (2022) // jane austen, emma (1815)

#greywaren spoilers #has anyone done this already??#pynch #tdt #adam parrish #ronan lynch #words and writing

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inksplashgirl · 1 year

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Write

Why?

Why do I do this?

I sit at my keyboard, picking at useless letters,

trying to chart the unmappable.

If I thought that a single word I wrote would comfort someone,

or touch someone's grief, or reflect someone's joy,

I would never stop.

But some days, I do.

I stop, and I pick through my poems

and I wonder why.

Why do I even try?

My shaky metaphors and weak adjectives will never know

what it means to be human.

I will never know how to share how anxiety sits on my chest,

or how excitement taps its irregular rhythm through my respiration,

or how my lip shivers so gently when I'm about to cry.

If I thought one person would read my poems and think,

"Wow, she really felt the same way I do,"

I would pour every goddamn emotion I've ever felt into words.

I would never sit, idly as a fallen leaf, wondering how I can live.

I would never ignore the vague compulsion to write.

I would never second guess if something was worth publishing.

If I knew that a solitary person felt or remembered an emotion through something I wrote, maybe I would know why I write.

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im-madam-baby · 1 year

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Every person needs a "no matter what" friend.

Someone they can call no matter what. Someone to whom they can vent, no matter what. Someone to whom they do not have to explain themselves, no matter what.

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thecurioussufi · 9 months

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Sext 5

If you are the sun and I the moon, then it only stands to reason that when you hunger I sate myself on the sight of your skin, and when you eat I am lingering over your throat like a wolf.The sight of you is a punch to a stomach. Beauty I have never known the likes of. Beauty that winds me. Beauty that makes me gasp, makes me forget to breathe. Have you ever forgotten to breathe? Of course you…

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#Love #love letters #Relationships #words and writing #you #عزیزم

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mimimurmurs · 1 year

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time

i wrote once

that time is train silently moving

until I get off at someone else's stop.

but time is the train I lost my ticket for.

a train I never got on in the first place.

time exists without the permission of anyone.

it runs past me at lightning speed,

without the warning sound of thunder to let me know it has gone.

time is the thing I wake up in the middle of the night missing.

they say time heals all wounds

but i didn't realize they meant by bending reality

so sharply that I forgot what was hurting in the first place.

time is the wound.

i want to be seven years old again,

spinning myself around and around on the backyard swing

because I liked the way it felt.

the world has kept spinning without me.

i try to put two feet on the ground.

i try to stop this safely.

the train of time keeps going.

i am still spinning in circles,

without that swing beneath me to keep me steady.

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