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amparogiacconek · 1 day

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#lgbt culture #bows #headcanon #kikmeguys #fish #jan saudek #casais #beziehung #afraid #my poetry

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little-way-hard-sport · 10 hours

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#akatsuki #sissi femboi #neuroscience #my poetry #hunter parrish #misfits #claudia alende #slamming sex #puss in boots #sirius x remus #meninas #sister #violet harmon

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dinner-yes · 3 days

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#corpse party #kanye west #game of thrones #hawks x reader #akatsuki #sissi femboi #neuroscience #my poetry #hunter parrish #men's clothing #sehun #misfits #dank #claudia alende

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mkaugustpoetry · 2 days

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How many nights have I dreamt

Of holding you in my arms?

Keeping you safe and loved,

Comforting you.

How many nights have I dreamt

Of seeing your smile?

Your eyes a cloudy mystery to me

But the curve of your mouth

Real and true.

I thought maybe I had you for the briefest of days.

I thought I was learning the shape of your eyes

And the weight of your hand in mine.

But I'll go back to dreaming.

I'll keep dreaming of you each night.

#escapril #escapril 2024 #poetry #my poetry #writeblrcafe #poeticstories #spilled poetry #original poetry #poets on tumblr #writerscreed #original poem #prompt poetry #prompt: a recurring dream

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candiedspit · 3 days

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Letter to Marco

#my poetry #Marco is my beautiful pen pal

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leechteethwrites · 2 days

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a piece of something i wrote

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louisegluckpdf · 3 days

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ode to my lesser angels, poem about being a bit of a cunt from a while back

#my poetry

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poemsonmars · 2 days

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i don't want to

want her anymore.

i am tired of

breaking my own heart.

i spend all of my days

wishing she was mine

and all of my nights

hoping she never finds out.

i guess this is my curse;

unrequited love,

unreciprocated desire.

it consumes me whole.

it always has.

i am nothing if not a fool.

-mars

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loveletterstoadirtybastard · 2 days

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I am Joy Because I am your laughter I am Happiness Because I am your smile I am Love Because I am your heartbeat I am Poetry Because I am the words that leave your lips I am Yours Because I am everything you are.

#poetry #poems #words #writing #my writing #my poetry #my poem #my poems #love #love poem #spilled ink #quotes #writers of tumblr #writing community #writing blog #love poetry #writers #writers on tumblr

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another-anime-daydreamer · 12 hours

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I told the forget-me-nots about you and now they bloom every time they think of you.

#my poetry #mine #forget-me-not #flowers #love #romance

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ink-flavored · 3 days

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Magnet Monday Week 39: Dog

this one's for the dog imagery likers!!!

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Transcript under the cut!

[Ko-Fi] [Magnet Monday]

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Dog

like a dog

I lie by my lover

bringing bones for the last thing

that gives eye for eye

together we live full

family and friends

belonging to trust

to be ever bleeding hearts

but ferocious

when the Hunters

bring us to bear

#original poetry #original writing #original poem #writeblr #amwriting #spilled ink #poem #poetry #my poetry #magnetic poetry #annika talks #MM #Magnet Monday

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foxbirdy · 1 year

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A short comic I made about my experiences as a seasonal worker, and the way places change you.

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#absolute behemoth of a project 💀 I've had the text in my drafts for six months #my art #original art #art #artists on tumblr #digital media #digital art #comics #digital comics #beckett.txt #id is in alt text!#my poetry #the traveler's warning

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candiedspit · 2 days

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You thought you found the thing, I said out loud to the garbage cans, the vaguely threatening spikes of the fence guarding the park, the elderly man at the end of his millionth cigarette.

You thought you had found the thing that was going to keep you alive, I continued, waving my cigarette around as I spoke.

The girl you had been waiting to meet your entire life. The crystal to your ball. The one who knew the way you grooved, who understood the world as you knew it, saw the fissions in the skyline, watched the sun dribble down like a belly dancer with her foreign diamonds, tasted the same heat, heard orchestras in building demolitions, the melodies in a cup of black coffee as you weep in the living room, hungover and sweating you are done with the beast. But going back and back like a wounded dog. And she wanted the same things. To be taken by a UFO at the end of a long summer day; the wheat standing still in the cool night. She wanted an easy exit. She wanted to be anybody else. She wanted to dream as you wanted to dream. She shared the same language, the tones of people trapped in a burning room.

And you had her; for a year, you were in the same room, I said, speaking to the trees.

Licking the same piece of licorice, falling into the same wondrous and terrible sleep. Sometimes too altered to speak. Not needing to speak. You shot her up on Christmas Eve, her face glistening with hushed pinks from the lights you convinced her to get. You wore her panties around the house. Filled a plastic kiddie pool with water from the hose and waved, handed out lollipops to the kids next door and to whoever you saw. Opioid receptors. Movies you would forget you watched. Fights over a gram. Slow dancing in the kitchen to Sinatra records, kissing her exactly where she wanted to be kissed. Staying together on the couch, watching the world pass through you.

We never wanted that world, she said one evening as the newscast told us about terrorism, wars. We never wanted that stupid world.

There’s no room for us, I said and held her close.

You wanted to be an eyelash on her face. She was petroleum. She was cake. She taught you how to use a needle. You had figured out a way to live. And could see yourself living in the trailer park for years to come.

And eventually you and her would kick the habit.

This was a secret desire. A week of atomic bombs and shallow waters. But you would get clean and meet her parents. There would be large thanksgiving dinners, happiness.

And when she ended things, you bought a gun. But you were rushed to the clinic before you could smear yourself out of existence. You mourn her at night. You smell her milk. You hope she is in a field, watching the light lounge over the grass. You hope she is alive. You hope she wants to be. As for yourself, the bomb could go off and you would light another cigarette, watching the fallout blot the sunlight with a famed nonchalance. And as the fire reached you, you would picture her in your mind. The only miracle you’ve known.

#my poetry #my protagonist does a monologue as he walks through the park while going through amphetamine withdrawals

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alexanderpearce · 10 months

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ship ask game 😁1 Who would be first to to bite down anc consume the flesh of the other, euphoric in the taste and the heft and the slide of the blood 2. who is the ant and who is the ophiocordyceps fungus? 3. who is the dog and who is the master? 4 when the roles are blurred or reversed who would be first to die and how? would it be by bulletwound? the phallic blade? strangulation? 5. Cocaine or Heroin? 6. who licks up the other’s cigarette ash? 7 who is julius caesar and who is brutus? 8. who is jesus and who is judas? 9. did jesus want it? did julius caesar know it was coming? are the betrayed ever proud? 10. who is irrumatus and who is irrumans? who is pedicatus and who is pedicans? 11. did they ever kiss and why not? 12 if they are two sides of the same coin who is heads and who is tails? 13. and if the coin was the holey dollar? 14. And if the dog bit back? 15 and if the dog bit back? 16 and if the dog bit back? 17 and if the dog bit back? 18 and if the dog bit back? 19 and if the dog bit back? 20. Who buys the other flowers?🥰

#feel free to proliferate this as either poetry or a real ask game it is both. And if you follow my sideblog you know who this is about #the latin participles mean who is facefucked/facefucking and who is sodomised/sodomising #my poetry #my writing #idr if theres any more posts in that tag maybe i should write more. this was fun.#it IS entirely inspired by and about ollie and malcolm the thick of it. for posterity.#its giving hannibal and will as well tho #shut up ulrike #shipping #fangirl #ship ask game #drug tw #popular #greatest hits #cordyceps

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shh-the-artist-is-sleeping · 1 year

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I was thinking about all the soft, gentle moments in life, and how beautiful they are.

#art #my art #poetry #my poetry #digital art #artists on tumblr #artwork #digital painting #cat #soft #hands #flowers

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