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talestobetold · 2 years

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Reflection of the Monster

The paper laid untouched,

Though not for lack of thought.

The first question:

“Do you consider Frankenstein’s monster to truly be a man,

simply because he wants to be?

Or does the fact he was created a monster

mean he will always be one?”

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To quote Shelley:

“I had admired the perfect forms of my cottagers —

their grace, beauty, and delicate complexions:

but how was I terrified,

when I viewed myself in a transparent pool!

At first I started back,

unable to believe

that it was indeed I

who was reflected in the mirror;

and when I became fully convinced

that I was

in reality

the monster that I am,

I was filled with the bitterest sensations

of despondence and mortification.”

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No, I left the question unanswered.

Instead, I added a little drawing:

Frankenstein’s monster,

but crammed into an ill-fitting dress.

#frankenstein #trans frankenstein #my_post #my_poetry #poetry

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underorangeleaves · 2 years

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I Spy

Here’s the thing - you can’t beat it.

Don’t be so arrogant as to need to. You aren’t a world-beater. Nobody is.

The great philosophers have hunted from pole to pole and age to age.

There isn’t a thing between the seas that will make your life worth living.

Not in the old-growth forest, not in the ink-laden page, the answer is nowhere.

Not even in giving up.

No, you can’t just give up. We can agree that that’s worse, right?

It’s ugly. The forest is pretty. The page is pretty. Why choose something so ugly?

Look up. Right now. Really. I spy something that’s pretty. What’s pretty here?

While you’re still here, play I Spy with me. Play it with yourself.

Every morning, at the window. On the walk home. In line at the bank.

You don’t have to die a philosopher. It’s not too late to play a different game.

Why not play a game you can win?

#my_post #my_poetry #poets on tumblr #depression #depression poetry #mental health #mental health poetry #romanticism #tumblr romanticism #cw suicide

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grungler · 2 months

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know I have before, but think i might start posting little bits of rhymes and poetry here. find it fun and want to have an outlet to post it somewhere.

im no pro tho so just thought id say if u only wanna see the other stuff i post/reblog just block the tag #my_poetry and it should be goog

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maya-tl · 5 years

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What is A Prince?

🌹~🌹~🌹

What more is a prince than a regal blooded heir,

A man forever noble, a judge forever fair?

A privilege is to witness on you his royal stare,

An honour to so much as breathe the same air.

🌹~🌹~🌹

A prince is a dash of a clean bladed sword,

No blood spilled in vain, no war raged toward.

A prince is a crown forevermore adored,

A man of humble prowessness, a ruler and a lord.

🌹~🌹~🌹

A jewel, for his heart of gold, a beauty in the face,

A just and loving leader, a child born into grace.

A kingdom at his fingertips as delicate as lace;

Is that not all that makes a prince a prince in truth and place?

🌹~🌹~🌹

A prince is naught but what his people wish of him to be,

A never-ending song of home, a calling out to sea.

Beside a prince there never was and never will there be

A brighter smile, a fairer gaze, a more perfect harmony.

🌹~🌹~🌹

#my_poetry #sanders sides #roman sanders #creativity sanders #happy birthday roman! we love you!! ❤#this post has been in my queue since may 1st

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manwhowaits · 4 years

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☁️ . . . . .#bookstagram #bookstagrammer #booklover #bookworm #literature #own #ownthoughts #mypoems #my_poetry #book #literaturequotes #ownquotes #mypotterybarn #godisgood #human #pious (at All Around the Universe) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4nah85pmij/?igshid=m3uzuflogfvv

#bookstagram #bookstagrammer #booklover #bookworm #literature #own #ownthoughts #mypoems #my_poetry #book #literaturequotes #ownquotes #mypotterybarn #godisgood #human #pious

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jawaaaaaaaaaaad-blog · 4 years

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برا وقت گرز جاتا ہے ۔ بس اللہ نے انسان کا ظرف آزمانا ہوتا ہے ! Follow @aestic_thought . . aesthetics #my_poetry #tanhai #capricon #capricon_people #uplash #love #life #art #photo #photography #trumble #wisdomodlife #aesthetic #asethetictrumble #urdu #urdupoetry #mohabbat #picoftheday #flowers #rose #trumbleboy #aestheticboy #community #urdupoetry #umeed #spiritualawakening #saffron https://www.instagram.com/p/B_akh81pRR8/?igshid=r2lkbn3okc81

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unmellifluent · 9 years

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Reality is ideal, but ideas, idealer. Love notes are counterfeit highs devouring suspicions like pizza, concealers of lovely little lies Swanky displays preventing dismal cries, eating hearts with guilty temperate cheek Illusions help deny what you despise Ear to ear smiles as long as you don’t peek Cold attacks on vulnerability Warmhearted greetings, false sincerity Taking advantage of naivety Gain your victims love with barbarity Written on paper is love that reads realer, dripping faker from pen who’s the dealer

I wish I could love you

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underorangeleaves · 2 years

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Wikipedia Poem: “Cosmic Loneliness”

“Cosmic Loneliness”, a poem made of Wikipedia snippets and inspired by @headspace-hotel’s Wikipedia poems.

#my_post #poets on tumblr #wikipedia poetry #wikipedia poem #found poetry #found poem #whale fall #cosmic horror #lovecraft #religion #aliens #my_poetry #the humanity of horror #loneliness #cosmic love

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maya-tl · 5 years

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Wanting to be someone else...

Third prompt of @scribuary : Acrostic writing! For poetry, the first letter of each line spells out a word. For prose, where the first word of each paragraph spells out a message.

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In the dark of the star-filled, dream-riddled night, the moon says to the sky

Sun will come up, life will go on, the end of yesterday is nigh.

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About where the moonlight shines so bright, there lies a sleeping form... a brilliant mind swaddled in covers to keep the body warm.

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What makes a mind so radiant, the stars will hear the sceptics ask?

And to that the moon will say those under the light who choose not to bask.

Such is a mind that is truly happy, that stays true all the way,

To what it believes in, from where it began,

Ever a child that yearns to play.

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Only the lesser will opt to think less of a mind less capable than theirs,

For a mind that is cruel will nevermore be as beautiful as one who cares.

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Whoever says the moon must shine as brightly as the sun?

How is the sun a star so great it cannot be outdone?

Or better yet, why is it that these brilliant minds cannot please everyone?

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You are a star among so many, an ordinary little thing,

One star, yet different from another, such that another light you bring...

Up close I bet you'll see that stars are far more different than you think.

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And so we shine like stars in the sky, for brilliance is our right, but

Right as it is we will never shine brighter than everything in sight...

Every star will fade as one under the morning light.

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#my_writing #my_poetry #scribuary

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manwhowaits · 4 years

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Moments are IMPORTANT 🌻 . . . . . .#past #future #present #bookstagram #book #bookshelf #poems #mypotterybarn #my_poetry #mypoems #bookworm #booklover #bookstagrammer #flowers #sunflower #mybook https://www.instagram.com/p/B4dF7b4Jl0G/?igshid=fl42mkbqrugh

#past #future #present #bookstagram #book #bookshelf #poems #mypotterybarn #my_poetry #mypoems #bookworm #booklover #bookstagrammer #flowers #sunflower #mybook

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adventurebeyond · 10 years

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Mango Tree

I lay beneath canopies of swaying

hues of green, becoming still

with the pauses of the wind.

My body echos only wholesome

emptiness, and a willingness

to be full.

I bury my hands and feet

into the dirt,

I always stand still, think

and refuse to leave.

My heart leaps like bounds

jackrabbit's boldly

make toward one another.

This beating inside my chest

is all that I know here.

I can't run, I am taught

to dance in it's harmony,

faced with it's presence.

You, you are the oldest tree

in this forest growing inside me.

I'm afraid now

to face your cold exterior.

These branches once bore fruit for me,

nourishing my body's mind.

You extended them just long enough

to swing upon.

I soured beyond your leaves,

never wanting to float back down.

Now you appear barren.

I wonder if I should gently caress your bark

to awaken this absence,

or should I knock, rattling your hallow roots.

I am nothing and everything now.

I haven't tasted fruit since, as sweet.

Sometimes i regret dancing

under any other tree.

#My_Poetry #Self #Mango Tree #Poem #Poetry #My Poetry

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