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ardent-reflections · 11 months

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"I can only connect deeply or not at all."

Anais Nin

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bloodybunni · 6 months

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#spilled thoughts #trauma poetry #deep poetry #deep poems #sad poetry #poetry #sad poem #sad qoutes #deep quotes #trauma #spilled ink

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stantheanomaly · 6 months

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Some are luckier than others. Some get love in abundance, while others crave for a drop from that bottomless ocean.

- Suvrahadip Ghosh, Unfairness of Love

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letterstomonkey · 2 months

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Saturn

I am one with sidewalk chalk and I do not know

How to skip stolen creek rocks

I am untangling their mess

And I sleep in piles of spaghetti noodles

Fallen hair and ink pen doodles

Fade into blue balloons behind sweaty palms that

Fade into backhanded slaps and pink lip balms

I am the self that knows not a self

I am second, yet

I am the self that is first and everybody else is quiet

They fall away into nothingness, all to watch me fall

To follow suit and It is okay, because

I am the self that is not here nor there

And I am the self that grows wisdom in her hair

And I am the self that observes thoughts and patterns

Curves and hurts and bursts of prayer

I am the self that is full of despair

The self that remembers everything, all the time,

And do I know what I wish to forget?

I am the self that aches to forget, that prays to come into some knowledge or quote

Some new niche some new shoes some new food

Some girls do not like me and I am the girl that wants to understand everybody

I am the student who walks the teacher home

I am the socks that do not fit my feet right and I am the

Words that sink back down my throat at night

I am waterfalls, falling down is my forte

I hold you in my hands and I pray not to let you fall through the cracks

Like sands

I hold you in my hands and I have something to pray for

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naeemajusthasthoughts · 24 days

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Echoes

I think about it all the time the unresponsive fights and all the make believes I had to endure, dissociated from the storm I don't know you anymore. Perhaps in another life when life was much more simpler unimaginative, black and blue undercovered from all that was due, strayed from what was knew it became a life that dewed. There was no other time a tomb filled with all those lies and the grace of a grave that hole was made out of pain, truth and lies. They became my rain leaving out all those harsh thorns its pierced my heart, bleeding the lost cause dry. My faith died that day pushed me away, now, I have to do it all again.

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malencholic-nyx · 1 year

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(What if... I) furthermore..

But what if there's hope beyond this darkened veil,

A light that shines bright, that will never pale?

What if I can fight this battle and win,

Find the strength to start again?

What if I seek help and speak my truth,

Find others who've been through what I'm going through?

What if I can break free from this chains,

And find a way to heal my heart and pains?

What if I'm not alone in this fight,

And there's a community that will help me see the light?

What if I take one step, and then another,

And find a path to rediscover?

So, what if I choose to believe,

That there's a way out of this maze of grief?

What if I take a chance on life,

And find the courage to survive?

(What if... II) by –Nyx

#what if...?#mental health #mentalwellness #don't lose hope #writercommunity #poetry #deep poems #writer and poets

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foggyspecsonmynose · 24 days

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A snippet of my next instagram post by Kaali and Aarushi Saxena. Follow me on instagram @kaali_thepoet to check out more such posts♡

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kairos-thehumanpoet · 1 month

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Undone

where do I end

and you begin?

(does it matter?)

I feel like I'm

coming undone;

please my love,

hold me tight and

keep my pieces close,

tie together our knots

and don't let me go.

~kairos 💛

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strangelove · 3 months

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8 years.

8 long years since we’ve all really disappeared.

oh how i think upon those days,

how we all gathered around to play some games,

i still talk to the moon about you all,

sometimes i laugh, sometimes i bawl.

for now how i’ve felt ever so small,

for sometimes even the most is just a crawl,

i will forever and continue to think about it all.

i wish you all the very best,

our faults and pasts have been silently put to rest,

sometimes it still feels like a heavy weight in my chest,

you all deserve to be so blessed.

in the end, i knew it was all my fault,

our friendships coming to a sudden halt,

your secrets and memories are still safe with me in my vault.

a time where you’ve made me ever so happy,

i didn’t know what i held, sadly.

i’ll just add another day to the tally,

and go on missing you all ever so badly.

C.

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thoughts-streaming-out · 1 year

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Another one from my book " Butterflies and Peppermint" 💜

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ardent-reflections · 10 months

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

Robert Frost

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dontdieonmeyet · 4 months

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you look sad

a mind filled with clouds

will only bring a brain storm

"you look sad," they tell me

"well i'm just thinking," i say.

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circadeacademia · 29 days

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O bleak midwinter, you're mother, no king

of a paradise in bloom: you named spring.

Time is aching, at the stillness of your trail—

O little flowers, rise and wail!

You're bride, no queen

of a season to be young, of a season: oh so pristine!

The sun has learnt to starve, to hide, to rue—

A sky under your veil, and a world of something blue.

O wintertide! No court would do you right.

For, you are mother. For, you are bride.

— circadeacademia

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letterstomonkey · 2 months

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Fun Home

When the fire department came into my home,

I did not know that boys could be so tall

My Mommy was the tallest

Until she was on the brown couch in the playroom

Where nobody would let me see her,

Somebody used the landline and called

911 because she stopped breathing, I think

I was standing on the arm rest of the couch in the living room

To gain a better view

of Mommy being carried across the threshold on a stretcher

Did I know that that was her first time being carried across

The threshold, because daddy didn’t love

Her until she stopped breathing the same?

Pneumonia and influenza

Were running circles around the town

that I was six inside

I painted a wooden picture frame light blue

Dipped ice cream cone shells in a dixie cup of glue

And I couldn’t handle the thought of losing you

Before I was old enough to believe that I hated you.

T.J. made me a turkey sandwich that

I stopped liking six months ago, but he was always a little behind

At learning my life

Mommy read a book called "The Help"

For months, and the dandelion

Paperback cover left paper trails across

Kitchen counters and coffee tables

Until Daddy bought the same book

From Costco for Mother’s Day and

She cried in the shower for a long time after.

I picked her flowers from the neighbors hydrangeas and

Put them in a vase along the windowsill in the kitchen

My denim mini skirt hugged six-year-old hips while

Sixteen-year-old T.J. brushed my hair into a ponytail

He wouldn’t tell me anything

Mommy was too tired

T.J. never learned how to do my hair

But he figured it out when he met a girl that he loved

More, it was never meant to be me

But he tried, before My Daddy chased him away

Down Rotunda, past the tree with a face

I am six years old and I listen to everything

It is a scary way of existing

I am learning my teachers don’t have the answers

To what is going on at home

And if my teachers do not know,

Then who do I ask? Or do I have to find out

Myself? What kind of game of hide and seek is this?

I know that, for me,

Mommy would get the pink rubber duck from CVS that lights up in the bathtub

And I remember that, because I wanted it more than anything,

And she said no. But she went back for it later and surprised me, and I

Was never again so happy, because

What is better than being remembered

Unintentionally?

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naeemajusthasthoughts · 1 month

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If I lose one day

know that it's not your fault.

My unhealthy mind

spread lies, suffocating the joy

in the small things

leaving nothing but bare surroundings

and my life was never mine

to begin with, my letter was

never addressed to you.

I miss that girl I use to be,

in your eyes I can see

you don't recognize

the monster that has eaten me.

Let that memory rest in your soul

and hold on it like the last note

For it will be the only one you'll ever have.

If I go, know it was never your fault.

I was just not meant for this world

It was frighten, cold and empty

A brittle smile could never make me whole,

just sustain the image of light.

It's time to let go

Feel what you need

love me like the girl I use to be

for my letter was never addressed to you.

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malencholic-nyx · 1 year

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They say it's a man's world

But who suffers the most?

Women, blamed for things

That are not even their fault..

Expected to play a certain role

To please, to serve, to give it all,

But what about our own dreams

Our own aspirations, our own goals?

Marriage is not just our responsibility

It takes two to make a promise,

Why do we have to suffer alone

While they roam free, taking advantage?

When they cheat, they expect us to forgive,

To forget the pain they caused us.

But what if the tables were turned,

And we were the ones who broke their trust?

Would we be called a slut, a whore,

A label we didn't deserve..

But when they cheat, they get a pass,

As if it's their right to hurt and betray.

We are not just some prey,

To be kept locked up and controlled.

We are strong, we are brave

So don't ask us to be quiet, to forgive

When the mistake is not our own,

We can stand up for ourselves and hold our own.

We deserve respect, we deserve love,

And we won't settle for anything less than that...

(Breaking the Chains) by –Nyx

#i'm not a feminist #gender equality #womenempowerment #respect #poetry #spilled ink #writer and poets #deep poems #new poets corner #female rage #desiblr #artists on tumblr #poem #nyx

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