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bird-inacage · 1 year

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I never quite knew anger, until I knew fury borne from pain.

He who chose to break you, deserves to hurt the same.

Love, I was late to shield you. But this I now proclaim.

My wrath will destroy any who dare touch you, if you ever cry my name.

---penned by bird-inacage

(A few people have asked, so I thought I’d add a note here. I wrote these lines myself. They’re not taken from any quote/poem).

#LITA #love in the air #love in the air series #love in the air episode 13 #LITA finale #prapaisky #paisky #prapai x sky #sky x prapai #bird-inacage edits #my own lines/poem #protective prapai #sky protection squad #prapai's anger always stems from pain and concern for sky

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gracebriarwoodwrites · 1 year

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I am reviving the child I killed in church. I choked the holy rebellion out of that child in centuries-old pews and the cramped chairs of my old school's cafeteria when the first church wouldn't do. I worshipped false gods, Behavior and Belonging. I pretended at godly womanhood at 13 because I could not be that angry, bloody-knuckled, righteous child anymore. It hurt too much.

I failed my new gods miserably, but that didn't stop me for years. I was not palatable. I could not be delicious to those who would devour me whole, so I kept devouring myself and tried again. I was Prometheus and his eagles together in one flesh. I denied myself my fire with religious zeal. I would save the ending world and the world would let me--if I could only learn what sweater to buy and how to straighten my hair.

God, I never should have rejected my rage. Restore my heart.

#poem #poetry #spilled ink #religious trauma #rage #i need to give a huge thank you to two of my favorite singers #kate nyx who is xynetak on here #for inspiring the second two lines of the third stanza and for helping me grow back into my own heart #and #ethel cain who is mothercain on here #whose album preacher's daughter and particularly the song sun bleached flies made me remember a huge portion of my life #that i had almost entirely forgotten

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paragal · 1 year

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Day 11: Every poem and rune and verse and car commercial can be about him I think…

#we have normal jack + priestifold + catifold #and c!jack my most important boy #I loveee throwing a million words on my art #the runes are my poems heehoo #I’ve also got the end poem + jack’s own quotes #jack’s quotes about stardust are sooo personal and important to me #and then there’s the only quote of mine that’s in English #‘all who withholdeth from me are evil’ is such a good line my brain is huge lmao #this is one of my favorite drawings ever #manifold may #jack manifold #jack manifold fanart #c!jack #c!jack fanart #c!jack manifold #c!jack manifold fanart #religion tw

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swinging-stars-from-satellites · 6 months

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(never) give me what you’ve got, I’ll take you for all that you have

it’s never been easier or harder to use someone else’s words

how easy it can be(come) so complicated to rest in someone else’s dreams

how can I not explain it when someone else who doesn’t know me can

(someone i’ve never met can somehow still write me best)

it’s like there’s a well inside me waiting to be unlocked

but i can’t twist the key or the words with my own hand

i can never be satisfied with what comes from me but i fall in love with nearly everything else i see

i’ll always be second (to last) best

~ Love yoU (best for your broken heart)

#that last line after my sign off may have taken a step too far but at this point i don’t care. idk if it’s true or not #it probably is. which probably makes me a bit screwed in the head but like. i’m not unpacking that on tumblr dot com #i’m not… yeah there’s not a damn thing i can say here in my own words #and if i say what i’m thinking the entire meaning of this stupid poem ends up laid out flat and idk if that’s really what i want #i’m just in my feels tonight. whatever #sometimes i think i could write poetry

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amalgamationink · 13 days

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NAPOWRIMO24 #14: THE AUTHOR RESPONDS TO HIS DECADE-OLD SUICIDE NOTE

#prompt: write a poem of at least 10 lines using anaphora (each line begins with the same word/phrase).#this is one of my fave things to do in poetry so i was pretty psyched to see today's prompt.#the bones of this poem already existed for a response to an assignment earlier this year but they needed intense reworks #and there was no anaphora to it before except some repetition of the phrase ''because''. this is a much different poem than it was 2 mos ag #it's a lot more solid in its sense of self now. i like it much more than i did this morning.#(also just to cover my bases: this was loosely inspired by ocean vuong's poem reasons for staying. i think it exists on its own merit-#enough that i probably don't *have* to say that. but just in case someone reads it and thinks ''hey wait a minute'' lmao)#napowrimo 2024 #napowrimo #spilled ink #writeblr #poems on tumblr #poetry on tumblr #poets on tumblr #queer poets on tumblr #queer poetry #poetry #recovery poetry #tw suicide ment #tw suicide #tw suicide attempt #damien.txt #img desc in alt text

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flickeringflame216 · 1 month

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#feel *so* pretentious using a line from one of my own poems in my tumblr bio #but consider it fits the Themes and also. i can do whatever i want

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yamahathebike · 1 year

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14 Lines From Love Letters Or Suicide Notes - Doc Luben

one. don't freak out.

two. we both know this has been coming for a long time.

three. i've been staying awake at night, wondering if i should tell you.

four. i bought the kind of crackers you can eat. they are in the hall cupboard.

five. now that we have watched all the episodes of True Blood, i do not know what else to do next.

six. i always imagined this would happen without warning, and like suddenly on an ocean cliffside. but this is the kind of thing where waiting for the time to be right would just mean waiting forever.

seven. i've just been too afraid for too long.

eight. i came home on tuesday and found all of the chairs i own stacked in a tower in the kitchen. i don't know how long they have been like that, but it could only have been me who did it. it's the kind of thing a ghost might to to prove to the living that he is still there. i am haunting my own apartment.

nine. my grandmother was still alive when i was five years old and asked me to check and see if the iron was hot enough yet. so i pressed my hand against it, and it was red and screaming for hours. twenty-five years later, she would still sometimes apologize, in the middle of conversations, "i feel so bad about making you touch the iron," she'd say as though it had just happened. i can't imagine how we forvive ourselves for all the things we didn't say until it was too late. but how else to you tell if something is hot but to touch it?

ten. i keep imagining my furniture in your apartment.

eleven. i wonder how many likes this will get on facebook.

twelve. my dad used to tell same joke, but i can't remember the punchline.

thirteen. i was eight years old, and it took three weeks, three eight year old weeks, imagine, to gather everything i would need to be batman. rope. boomerangs. a mardi gras mask with the beads cut off. i couldn't find a cave near my house, so i buried them in a bundle under the ivy. for years after, i tried to find that spot again. the ivy grew too fast. i searched in so many spots, it seemed impossible that i had missed one, but i never found it. how can something be there and then not be there? how do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?

fourteen. i never had the courage to buy bright green sheets. i wanted them, but thought they were too brash, even with no one but me to see them. i bought a set yesterday and put them on the bed. i knew that you would like them.

#here's one of my favorite poems before i share my own #doc luben #14 lines from love letters or suicide notes #poems #poem #poetry

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wickershells · 1 year

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Robin Coste Lewis, “Plantation” from Voyage of the Sable Venus and Other Poems (2015)

#robin coste lewis #lit #mine #in context this is a deeply harrowing and impactful line i think #i'm still considering all the nuances of the full poem because there's so much to dissect. beautiful language #and a really haunting sense of intimacy. haunting because of the heaviness of the racism in discussion here #addressing this detached 'you' who is perhaps representative of every exploitative and oppressive body that has worked to sexualise and #objectify and degrade your own body. consumption as an affecting force and not an empowering one #there's no transcendence here (as i've been reading and seeing lately w cannibalism media) only this sad sense of being caged #sacrifice and love in the worst of ways. ways that are not reciprocated only taken advantage of #i'm getting out all my initial thoughts but this poem and i imagine the whole book as i proceed will take a while to fully sift through #i haven't covered nearly all of the bases

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sage-is-in-fact-very-tired · 8 months

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"does it know that we love it? that the universe Is kind?"

such a epros and kinaxus talking to anyone in fable coded line and i take no criticism

#such a coded line #the post is brought to you by sage having end poem thoughts again #a tag to help find my own posts

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fangsforfags · 3 months

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- jay

#woooow another poem thos one makes me sick everytime i read it despite it being my own #last line is my top fave 5rver. sorry #haha make me shut up challenge #🕸#words. thoughts #sa tw #csa tw #<- implied #poetry

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ihopeucomehomesoon · 2 years

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#alex dimitrov #poems #i was just beginning to wonder about my own life and now i have to return to it regardless of the weather or how close i am to love #best first lines !!!!!!!!! aghh

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sageandscorpiongrass · 8 months

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sometimes I wonder if anything I used for a web weaving post has ever popped up in someone else's! i think that'd really just be wonderful, wouldn't it? another strand of the web. the words are all there, they reach so far, but sometimes the specific instance of the words can reach that far, too.

#what i mean when i say that is that most of the text on my web weaves is from one of several poetry files on my computer #where i insert lines from a poem or quotes or whatever and put them in different fonts and colours and highlights and underlines #ive only ever put one of my own poems in a web #it... just happens that its my most popular one? which is deeply embarrassing to me.#the mortifying ordeal of being known and whatnot.

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geryone · 1 year

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Wish I was a poetry blog that was able to create long lists of recommendations & tailor them to what y’all are seeking but unfortunately i am not that organized & often cannot remember the titles of my favorite poems

#I loveeeeew poetry & own and read a lot of poetry books but one of the reasons I don’t post poem titles just collection titles on here #is bc I am an unorganized mess & often I just take pictures of my favorite lines with no context to what page or poem it is from

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pirellityres · 10 months

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