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hersurvival · 2 hours

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Tonight they will light the tree in his honor

A steel, conical Christmas tree

Wrapped in colored lights -

Rebar bolted into the stump

Of the original Spruce

That stood next to an exit on the highway

It is April, his family and friends, volunteers,

Those who have found joy in this silly, simple tree

Who have driven passed it every morning

For years,

Will light the tree tonight in his honor

https://www.washingtonpost.com/nation/2022/12/21/glenn-highway-christmas-tree/?pwapi_token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJyZWFzb24iOiJnaWZ0IiwibmJmIjoxNzE0MDE3NjAwLCJpc3MiOiJzdWJzY3JpcHRpb25zIiwiZXhwIjoxNzE1Mzk5OTk5LCJpYXQiOjE3MTQwMTc2MDAsImp0aSI6ImEzZGM1NGVlLWJiNzgtNDg5MS05MDI2LWQwY2I3MmU3NmZkNCIsInVybCI6Imh0dHBzOi8vd3d3Lndhc2hpbmd0b25wb3N0LmNvbS9uYXRpb24vMjAyMi8xMi8yMS9nbGVubi1oaWdod2F5LWNocmlzdG1hcy10cmVlLyJ9._aQD78GHqv8nuhsY6EWaYily9Ph8Mc8AEptog-YtGoU&fbclid=IwZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAAR36DDx0feGk6sMpcaer2Gxj9WuaOI7M8nsyBKnMa0UGPCy2DAVyhGIkmg8_aem_ARjgpHgHRwh6G8H29GBWl6AkN5O9GWEutDWNQXQfO_JwXMacz-P_7xxDN7JIHgL89UKLyMLcTxGvcRLb0qSPAaSz

#please read the article #it is sad day for the alaskan community #poets on tumblr #writing #poetry #spilled ink #poem #spilled thoughts #spilled poem #spilled writing #original writing

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hersurvival · 4 hours

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“Don’t forget to love her. The little girl you used to be. Perhaps She lies within you. Untucked. Sleeping peacefully.”

— “Nurture.” By Kiana Llanos (via arabarabarab)

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hersurvival · 4 hours

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You have always been a habit of routine,

Vehemently against change,

Physically fighting it

All. The. Time.

And I stay silent,

I box myself up as if I am a gift,

A constant,

In a world where things cannot forever

Stay the same

But I am swelling with desire

To finally be whoever I want to be,

To be allowed to make mistakes

And you are throwing shotglasses at the wall,

Unable to put yourself aside for 2 seconds

To help find glass in the carpet

Before one of the dogs

Stay. Remain.

Only if everything will be the same.

Leave. Run away.

Sprinting down a path to become me.

I am scared I'm losing myself,

Always neglecting small pieces

That I never allow to see the light of day

Because you hate change

@nosebleedclub April 24th - Routine

#nosebleedclub #routine #poets on tumblr #writing #poetry #spilled ink #poem #spilled thoughts #spilled poem #spilled writing #original writing #writing prompt #spilled emotions #spilled feelings

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hersurvival · 4 hours

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A brick wall,

They've done the tests,

External fires cannot burn their way through

But the frequent Northern earthquakes

Have left cracks, chinks in my old armor

And you have slipped in,

Breaching defenses,

I sit waiting for you within

A cleansing blaze,

I welcome you,

Ready to start anew

@nosebleedclub April 23rd - Brick

#nosebleedclub #brick #flame #you have burnt the walls down #i sat in the room waiting for you to reach me #poets on tumblr #writing #poetry #spilled ink #poem #spilled thoughts #spilled poem #spilled writing #original writing #writing prompt #writers community #writers on tumblr #poemblr

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hersurvival · 4 hours

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Fervere -

A cold boil, bubbles on the surface.

A manifestation, transformation,

An intrinsic hopefulness

That change is happening,

The only indication is ebullition.

I remind myself,

"Purity is impossible, contamination is inevitable,"

Accecpt what needs to happen outside of control.

Give in to the process, let go of inhibition,

Say an incantation and place a bit of faith -

Things are fermenting, metamorphosizing.

This is fact as much as it is divine -

For the blood of Christ is not grape juice,

It is wine.

@nosebleedclub April 22nd - Ferment

#nosebleedclub #ferment #i dont know if this makes sense #word vomit #change #poets on tumblr #writing #poetry #spilled ink #poem #spilled thoughts #spilled poem #spilled writing #original writing #writing prompt #writers community #writers on tumblr #poemblr

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hersurvival · 11 hours

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I asked for space,

To be left

To be

For the rest of the night,

To write all the things I've been too busy

Fighting

(For days going on two weeks)

To get done lately.

But I'm exhausted,

Emotions bled dry,

And I think I will

Sleep.

#i am tired #too tired #empty #poets on tumblr #writing #poetry #spilled ink #poem #spilled thoughts #spilled poem #spilled writing #original writing #spilled emotions #spilled feelings #writers on tumblr #writers community #poemblr #sad poem

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hersurvival · 11 hours

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Never a fan of arid -

Dry conditions gift nosebleeds,

The beating sun offers prickly heat

But we find ourselves here -

Surrounded by desert wildflowers,

Basking in the blossoming Spring

And imagine that -

Not a single nosebleed,

No rash or burn from the suns blazing

Just you and me in an infinite wastland

Of dancing blooms and sand

emilie.hofferber

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hersurvival · 19 hours

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Let's get stoned and throw rocks.

Do you how to get down to Pt. Woronzof?

There is a trail, it is steep, but worth it when you get to the shore.

I'll show you how to check for agates, not true agates - honey agates.

Even that I don't think is quite right..

But they're pretty.

And there might be something therapeutic at the moment, to dig in the sand with our hands.

We'll channel our emotions into whatever doesn't shine when held up to the light

And hurl them into the sea, pitch them far away.

The airport is atop the hill, the wide open Pacific before us.

Watch the cargo ships come in

And feel the rumble in your chest of jets taking off over your head.

Grab a jacket, it gets a little cold.

But meet me at the ocean, we can throw rocks and get stoned.

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hersurvival · 20 hours

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😭😭😭

Grab My Hand

-

Torn from the same cloth,

Suffering in silence.

Where I learned to scream,

You learned the hushed tones.

Where I learned anger,

You learned to swallow it.

Where I am numb,

You are beginning to feel.

Meeting you felt like

Spilling watercolor all over me.

Bleeding hues

I've never experienced.

Fears,

And the way I've always screamed-

But never for somebody,

Never the way I long to,

For you.

You've been strong.

A flower coiled against storms

That would've wiped the land.

Let me shed light

Upon the sins you've sat with,

Let me set the garden on fire.

I'll unearth you with care,

Carry you to safety.

Leaving the thick smoke of once burning flames

That you put out with your laughter,

Like rain.

I know how to fight,

I've fought plenty.

Let me fight for you.

x

#i wish i had words right now #but they have been wasted on a boy who wants to yell at me for two weeks now #i tag you in #get him #i am too tired #too weak #too soft #too scared

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hersurvival · 1 day

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I think about you a lot.

All the time, actually.

In the morning, at night,

in the middle of my day. It's you.

It's just always you.

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hersurvival · 1 day

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Alex Light

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hersurvival · 1 day

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Earlier I was crying

And decided to take a breather.

So I went out for a cigarette

For the first time since I "quit"

Way back in December.

But as soon as I had crawled

My shaky, uncontrollable self

Onto the bed of my truck -

As soon as I lit up,

Of course the sky would open and crack.

Why wouldn't it start raining?

#sad #sad poem #poets on tumblr #writing #poetry #spilled ink #poem #spilled thoughts #spilled poem #spilled writing #original writing #spilled feelings #writers community #writers on tumblr #poemblr

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hersurvival · 1 day

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But there is something about you..

Making me come undone,

Makes me want to try.

sigh

This would be so much easier

If you could come over,

Stay just one night.

I would simply show you

With these shaking hands of mine.

Jane Austen, from Sense and Sensibility

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hersurvival · 1 day

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The flower that blooms in the night is the luckiest as it sees the sunrise

First

Before gently folding its petals,

Closing her eyes,

To day dream about starry skies

#i work nightshifts #i will say #having a smoke break when the sun is rising is the motivation to make it the rest of the day #thank you for this!#night shift allows me to catch the aurora on the commute in #catch the early dawn and sunrise on the way out

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hersurvival · 1 day

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It's said that the heart is made to fight for what we love, they just don't mention that our eyes were made to weep for what we might lose during the fight

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hersurvival · 2 days

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Delusion overwhelms me, rules me,

And I find myself in your every word.

I force myself, convince myself that it is all for me, who else?

But I know it is not, it can't be,

Who the hell am I?

Why would I ever be your everything?

But I will continue to pretend,

I will keep fighting my way into your poems, claiming you wrote them about me.

#delusion #longing #desire #lovesick #like.. the sickest #poets on tumblr #writing #poetry #spilled ink #poem #spilled thoughts #spilled poem #spilled writing #original writing #spilled feelings #writers community #writers on tumblr #poemblr

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hersurvival · 2 days

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#quotes #lovesick #confused #longing #desire #don't mind me #being a bad person in my head #in my heart

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