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damabelladonna · 2 days
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Come back honey, come back to me.
Belladonna For Alex.
Credit: Lana mom
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penthethoughts · 6 months
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nobody talks about the profound intimacy you share in silence. sitting next to each other, conversing fluently with unspoken words, seamlessly understanding each other's emotions.
//vishakha
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sinxerlyri · 11 months
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Oh the tragedy of being understanding but not understood.
_ Raconteur's Muse
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tulipsofthemorning · 7 months
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felineandhustle · 1 month
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casimirt · 7 months
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Fear Me.
I am not brave.
I am not fierce to look at, and I do not make people tremble with my words.
I am kind and quiet and mostly sweet.
But as God is my witness I will burn it all to the ground.
I will destroy man, mother and child should you threaten him.
I will salt the earth and leave it barren in my wake.
I am not brave.
I am not fierce to look at, but you will fear me.
Or you will regret every day that you didn't.
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For more poems (many GO coded) check out my other blog: casimirat
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pieceofpoems · 4 months
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"You said you lìked me,
How can you take it back after making my heart flutter?"
-Ha Yi Chan
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honeydewrowe · 4 months
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Fuckity Fuck
God I'm fucking tired
God I'm fucking spent
God I fucking wonder
Where the hell it went
All the fucking sparkle
All the fucking fun
Not sure what happened
But god I'm fucking done
I tried my fucking best
Did all I fucking could
It's time I give up
'Cause it's no fucking good
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most-ment · 6 months
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Weak words
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I’ve made this what it shouldn’t be;
An occupation; a job; a responsibility 
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Prior to recently,
I wrote mostly for me 
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Now I’m limited to disclaimers 
I have to apologise for my rhymes 
Frantically trying to wipe off the ink with an eraser
Constantly editing the words I write.
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This is my fault,
If I had just safeguarded my thoughts 
Quarantined them
Protected them from infection, from rusts and dents
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If only I didn’t try
To popularise
Didn't let the number of notes get to my head 
Frequently going through every comment or like
If only I remained firm to the end
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Sadly though, it seems it’s too late
Because even the words I just wrote
Has been served in a pre-seasoned plate
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Sadly my ink has lost its power
 Lost it’s purpose and worth
 Now my writing seems empty enough to be devoured
 A simple plate of weak words.
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Hey guys, hope this poem is explanation enough for why i haven't really been posting. I think i'm gonna take a hiatus break to focus on my mental health for a while. Hope to be back soon. Love ya'll
My weakly worded tag list: @jayrealgf @think-through-pen @jordynhaiku @crownwriter @hauntedjellyfishtraveler @grimfox @timeflieslikeabanana @mk-ranz
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sherrylephotography · 6 months
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My photography @sherrylephotography
Like a lion
you are protective
and like to lead the way
And I happily let you
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I keep rereading @headspace-hotel’s Wikipedia poems and thinking I’d like to try it, until yesterday something possessed me and I went into a screenshot frenzy, and assembled them today.
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sinligh · 2 years
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A woman, so lost in the rules of my being…
Lately, I don’t think anyone have a choice really. Especially us women, cause the moment we blink is the moment everyone else decides to take a bite of our rights and if its taste doesn’t satisfy them…
Well, that’s when they decide we don’t get any…
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For so long I felt welcomed, because i was stripped of knowledge.
Basics were privilege, ignorance was a bless.
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I used to dream about being a mother, i still do… And I don’t know, if this dream belongs to me
Or all the women, that life buried in me.
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I dream about versions of myself that i exiled long ago. I dream of the reincarnation of my madness.
About purifying my soul, by sacrificing rage.
Maybe my temporal lobe too ?
A REM phase dream with no way back to.
Emotional attachment, a phone call Two kids, friends and love.
Nothing could be further from the truth…
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Quotes: Clarice Lispector/Fyodor dostoevsky/ albert camus/Adrienne Rich/ Meggie Royer/ Shakespeare/ Franz Kafka
Original context: Sinligh
Art reference:
1. Art by Welder Wings 2. Art by Gail Potocki. 3. Art by Henrik Uldalen. 4. Art by Henrik Uldalen 5. The Martyr of Solway (detail) by John Everett Millais. 6. The Death of Albine by John Collier.
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cabbagiez · 6 months
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Lament
A poem
The word “dad” stings my tongue
Sensei, father, uncle, all titles rise
Bile in my throat the way they once
Bubbled joy into my heart
I can’t look him in the eyes,
The stilted mockery of the good man I knew
For only a moment in time.
This was not what he deserved
I can’t listen to the words he speaks
Knowing that he happily condemned me
To a half formed life, a childhood lost.
His own fate denied a thousand times
But the man clad in red
Who smiles as I pass
Who saved my life tenfold,
a debt I can never repay
He guided me where none could
He cared for me as his own
As he had his sister years ago
No matter where I strayed.
He alone I call my brother.
He alone soothes my tears.
He alone understands the pain
Of being a man, but a child,
Half-reared.
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tulipsofthemorning · 6 months
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iheartfairydust · 22 days
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Love
i would describe it as letting someone sink their hands deep into your chest. letting them gouge their way through flesh, skin tearing.
their grip just a second away. hands placed gently in the crevice. close enough to feel the thumping that keeps you alive. the body attached making it beat even faster.
my everything, right? you're my everything? i have to trust that you won't kill me. i have to trust that you won't close your fist. knowing me, i might just pull it out myself. stop you before you even try. let the wound fill up with worms. never-closing. forever changed.
how does one go through it again? how do i knowingly let you grip my life in your palm?
my everything. the big blue sky. the warmth of the sun. every atom in the universe. my own beating heart. it's all you. everything is you.
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penthethoughts · 6 months
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he looked at me when i was laughing hysterically, and paused his stare till his beautiful eyes met mine, till i caught the mysterious and passionate love in his eyes.
— vishakha//@penthethoughts
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