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loserpoetrv · 16 days

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timers and curfews.

i find myself,

starting to hate timers.

why?

i'll never know.

well

actually

i

do.

as you wrap your

arms around my waist,

i feel my body shiver;

twitch.

i feel the concept

of

time start to become

the least of my worries...

images of what we could do

while frank ocean plays,

flash in my

perverted mind.

my breathing quickens.

your hands trail further.

my body leans in closer.

i respond with a soft sigh.

and there it is.

that god awful.

timer.

to ruin our moment.

we awkwardly say goodbye.

i roll over as you drive away.

and i lay,

and think,

"maybe another time."

maybe i'm just bad at acting on affection.

the song i listened to today:

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emptynebulas · 11 days

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#it me #hi #hey #new poet #lol #bored

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daydweam · 2 years

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“You are my sanctuary, you are the doorway to my warmest memories. These words are carved into the laughter you bring me. They are born from every tear thats fallen into your hands. Tattooed to my virtue. Without judgement.”

-Daisy Chain (me, daydweam)

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julianalfredpankratzsuggestion · 6 months

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and if a beetle climbed onto the back of a dove? and they unknowingly flew together towards the sun sinking behind the elm trees?

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jckpoetry · 1 year

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02/15/2023

IG&FB: @jckpoetry

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cowardlyriver · 1 year

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I want someone to ask me if I am okay. I want to have authority over someone's time. To call even if I know you're busy. I want you to make time for me. I want to call at 2am to say I don't remember my name will you please remind me. I want to call when I am panicking about an exam and be reminded that we are time and time is light and light is the sky and we are essentially sky-parts and star-parts and that the exam will go well. I want to worry about whether you are worried about me. I want to be sad and know it will not scare you away. I want to be bad and know it will not scare you away. I want to depend on someone. I want you to be protective. Ask me if I am okay. Leave with me if I am not okay. Above all, I want to be believed, completely and entirely.

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irregular-x · 1 year

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I find myself standing

Under the million bullets that fall

where the rain comforts me

Like fire down in my heart

I sometimes remember

That time she left

An astounding death

Where the fireflies became deaf

Silver headed white cotton eyed deer

Malignant forces upon my fear

Bronze skin upon my heart

I will remember

That day of fear - Irregular.x

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felltheadequate · 3 months

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The Tree Still Stands.

See yonder tree that stands before

That creaks in dark and lonely night

The price of age and scars of yore

Do mark her trunk in wounds not light.

And deep be they, those pains and fights

Though wearied now, she storm withstands

While weath'ring frost and drought and blight.

Through rain and cold, the tree still stands.

She sways and dances in the breeze,

Her flowers bold and bright against

Surroundings green 'til time of freeze

When drinks no bee and flies the wren.

Though die she won't, the tree that's been

As ice does form on forest's land

That harshest weather comes again.

Through rain and cold, the tree still stands.

But be not stains, those scars and pain

Her branches hold on blooming hill

Her trunk still solid, strong, unslain,

And sully her those marks ne'er will.

Feel now the coming freezing chill

Slow marching o'er from ocean strands

The tree it cannot hope to kill.

Through rain and cold, the tree still stands.

(7 January 2024)

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ivyallenpoetry · 2 years

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I cried a lot thinking about him today.

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dear-older-brother · 9 months

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When a man is angry, it is terrifying

Because he is so loud

But when he is done, it will be quiet

And you can clean up after him

When a woman is angry, it is terrifying

Because she is so quiet

But when she is done, it stays quiet

And she cleans up after herself

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vanx-97 · 7 months

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I think you hate what I've become

I think you hate all that I've done

I think you hated the nothing that I started from

But all that hate wont stop me from getting all the things I truly want

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loserpoetrv · 4 months

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welcome to loserpoetrv's blog.

hi my name is alo and welcome to my blog, aka the place where i'll imagine it's my diary and you guys can enjoy it in a poetic sense i suppose. i'll be here to just write poetry, and share my art with the people who share a love for this art. i've wanted to create this blog for a while now, ever since i took poetry in highschool in fact. needless to say, i hope you enjoy my art, feel free to stick around.

about me.

i'm an 18 yo native american and puerto rican loser pretty much, i'm two-spirited and unlabeled when it comes to my sexuality since i'm still figuring it out.

i use they/he pronouns.

90% of my inspiration is from the books i used to read as a kid from my mothers bookshelves, i found the creation of poetry to be a good way to express who i was inside. even on that dingy reservation.

i listen to music all the time, most of the time when i'm writing poetry i most likely have my headphones in.

my writing.

it's something that comes and goes. i'll have a messy schedule since.. i dunno.. it only dawns on me when i'm in a bad headspace.

it can be messy, it can be short, it can be long, it can be clean. it fluctuates.

sometimes i will be uploading light nsfw poems, or pure nsfw poems, and sfw poems. so you have been warned.

i write a whole variety of poems, mostly from my experiences as a bystander. i write romance poems, hate poems, sex poems, abuse, sisterhood, siblinghood, motherhood, etc etc.

current wips.

n/a

thank you for taking your time to read this, i hope you stick around.

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emptynebulas · 7 months

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View from a Skyline

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imtryingtolearn · 1 year

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green.2022.oro

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remy-the-rat-official · 2 years

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Requests

I hope you know,

That I asked the world to watch over you,

When I can't,

To keep you safe and protected,

To carry you through strife,

As if you're gliding through still waters,

The earth is closest to you,

So when you step on its ground,

It can feel you there,

But I will never ask the sun to watch,

For she burns in her space, and cares more,

For the growing plants than of not burning your skin,

And I will never ask further stars,

They're more distant than I am on my bad days,

Or my dark days,

They burn a cold light,

And can't see you during the day,

When I'm sleeping late,

Thats why I ask the world,

And not the sun or the stars,

And on nights where you're awake longer than me,

Where your thoughts keep you unsteady,

I hope you see the moon through your skylight,

I hope she provides you the comfort,

Of a kind mothers arms,

For the earth passed on a message to its orbit,

And the moon heard how much I love you,

She makes sure tidal waves,

Don't bother you in your wakelessness,

She deters the tide from touching your fragile skin,

And she offers her moonbeams on your way home,

So you never get lost in darkness,

And when you go blind,

When your eyes hurt too much to open,

And observe your steps,

The moon and the world offer their arms,

Their guiding light and their steady grounds,

All because I love you.

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jckpoetry · 4 months

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#dark poetry #poets on tumblr #jckpoetry #original poem #new poet #thoughts #poetry #poet #poetry community #art

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