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lifeofatriggeredhoe · 6 months

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You didn’t stay…

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fragmentsofgrief · 3 months

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Forough Farrokhzad poetry for today

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imfullofworms · 7 months

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With every

egg I'll ever carry I

was born and they

will leave

me

bloody one by

one, to wonder if I

am an Easter basket or some

walking coffin?

by me

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words-ig · 13 days

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Your hands are the most comforting cage i’ve ever known

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rowanthewriter · 1 year

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Meet Me

Meet me where the sun meets

the horizon and color erupts

into the space between them.

Meet me in those moments where

the ocean meets lands and our

footprints are left in our

wake.

Meet me in those moments where

waking gives way to dreaming,

consciousness yielding to

unconscious.

Meet me there, in those moments

in between, of misfit, of

off-kilter passion.

Meet me there and there I

shall hold you for all time.

Meet me there.

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magdamateo · 4 months

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detroitlib · 11 months

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From our vertical files: "Curator of Books" by Julia Boynton Green.

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lunabunnyinchaoss · 6 days

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Incomplete

Tears fall from my eyes as I try to make sense of why I feel invisible at times.

The distance between us often feels like the span of a deep sea trench from an ocean surface.

Frustration boils my blood as I slowly chip away at the 6 foot wide wall you built around your heart.

Hurt from the past seemed to have turned you into stone.

As you give me nothing, my mind creates the idea that you could be my everything.

A solution to the God sized hole in my heart.

An answer to the questions that have no answers.

A map to my never-ending search for a life purpose.

My delusions often lead me down a road of disappointment.

With tears, anger, confusion, and resentment, I sit for days on end wondering why you couldn't fix me.

Life would be much easier if I could see people for what they are rather than the final piece to a puzzle that was missing pieces to begin with.

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spacebootz0 · 6 months

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These nights

Because in a crowd of faces I’d be faceless

Unnoticed, looked over, completely placeless

People see what they want

I’m not one they can flaunt

A knuckle to the chin

That sinking feeling within

Knowing you’re never the one

You knew it before you begun

Impossible to get you out of my mind these nights

You know what they say about hindsight

- A.B.G

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abhitidutta · 1 month

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By the skin of my teeth : a poem

I wear my grandmother’s yellow Dhakai saree

like a child wears her mother tongue,

while my brother, angry about his new haircut,

throws tantrums,

like chairs thrown when the ‘man of the house’

is upset,

I forgive the men who

never made it official,

never said where I stand in their life,

never acknowledged me

in front of their friends,

My cat looks like ‘Forgiveness’ in all forms

& when a baby is born,

the mother keeps talking to him

regardless of whether he understands her language or not,

she will not care if he is crying or moving toy cars,

she will keep talking to him,

That’s what my mother did to my newborn brother

- Abhiti / Chiti

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bymarahh · 10 months

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lifeofatriggeredhoe · 5 months

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But you never loved me…

You loved the idea of me. You loved the passion and attraction. You loved how I loved you. And in the end, you repeated how we fell in love…

with her.

because you never loved anyone.

You just need us all to love you.

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fragmentsofgrief · 4 months

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— Sylvia Plath

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imfullofworms · 5 months

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I will kiss

you, always.

When you are,

here, when you

are gone, when

your lips are

blue and

rotten; I

will always

need to, want

to kiss you. So

your coffin

or mine?

by me

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destroyerofmountains · 8 months

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i have mourned for you, for a breathing flesh with no lust, a tongue has never tasted grapes mixed with her own salt. your table is dusty and there is no chair for me to sit, but my mother taught me how to love with patience, without strategy. so i tried to see the color of your table with a cloth on my hand soaked with my own blood tried to get rid of your dust but dust turned into ashes ashes turned into a fire i wasted my handwork for nothing you were still with the fire no smile on your face nor cruelty because you can't be the performer, can't be the fire or can't have any chairs more i'll leave and your table will hug its dust again your walls will never hear a singing voice again you'll never be talented enough to build another chair ones like me could come and go but woman, they should know your table is not dusty, it is made of dust other people are not hell, but you will always be the other one. so i'll take my carnival with me i'll conquer cities and kill gods on a spree. you'll sit and sit and sit with your splendid dusty table to touch you're not even good enough to wait for something my fire wouldn't die out but it can't give you life i wasted my blood for nothing how can you miss the sunlight this much?

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rowanthewriter · 11 months

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I hesitate, balking at the

sight of orange pill bottles.

Tiny white pills with the

power of god stamped across

their chalky white bodies.

I hesitate, fearing the cost

of a healthy mind, will be

my writers soul.

After all, what else is there

left to write about when

the sadness is bled dry and

the darkness abates?

What am I, if I'm not a sad

poet with a tragic mind.

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