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a-poetic-loser · 29 days
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We were just kids when this started The chaos of adolescence But somewhere along the line You began to despise my presence And I loved you, I still do I always will Be you friend or foe I will die on your hill But please don't be the one Who ends my life Don't be the one To take the knife
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edria · 2 years
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Imaginary
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Calendars have come and gone,
fluttering away in the gales of time.
Seasons have bloomed
and withered along the way.
I still ponder,
where did you go?
Even after all these years,
I remember my first friend,
as fresh as the morning dew on petals,
as vivid as the afternoon sun,
as wild as the seedling jutting through concrete,
as brave as the lone eagle soaring high.
We pranced around
in dangling ponytails and pigtails,
laced with ribbons and jewels.
With loud giggles,
we swung the blades of crayons
on the walls.
We scribbled our days away,
etching castles and wonderlands.
With our feet in the lake,
you dared me to chuck my stone across the lake,
farther than yours.
You grinned wider than the Cheshire cat,
at my bulging cheeks of food, looking like a dorky squirrel
with a mouthful of nuts.
My tantrums and tempest always quelled when
you mimed my sullen pout
and tickled the loudest chuckles out of me.
Our cardboard swords swatted away the
vicious dragon-like flies, spiders and other insects from our home.
You and I dilly-dallied our evening away,
chasing dandelions in the winds of dusk.
And like the little spies, we were,
we tiptoed to the kitchen late at night,
to savour the chocolate ice cream
and eavesdropped on the sleeping world.
I remember you had the most brazen fashion,
ruffles and floppy hat,
lace and bow tie,
rainbow sprouting wand and bottomless purse.
But I wonder why
you donned the plain old invisibility cloak around everyone.
Pity, that no one ever saw your scintillating style and charisma.
They sighed and uttered Imaginary with a patronizing smile.
How could you be imaginary?
To me, you felt real,
as real as the beating heart,
as real as the touch of my frock’s fabric on my skin.
To my anguish, the world jinxed you,
for you grew fainter by day.
Your dance tangled your legs
and the colours of your crayons paled.
No longer could your purse hold infinity within.
Your wand drooped at an odd angle
and flickered akin to the dimming light in your eyes.
The floppy hat which made you fly was tattered at its edges.
But your smile was the brightest,
until the very end,
until I couldn’t see you anymore.
Thank you,
for your strength and smile,
which I have imbibed in more ways than one.
I carry your smile every day.
For I know,
somewhere out there,
shrouded under your invisibility cloak,
you are applauding
and daring me to throw the stone further than everyone else,
daring me to take on the world,
one step at a time.
-Edria
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bebs-art-gallery · 2 months
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Dear Desolation by Eliran Kantor † Love of the Wolf by Hélène Cixous
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joytri · 2 months
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Who should defend the moon if not poets?
Antoni Slonimski
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sagasolejma · 23 days
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The way I inject my estrogen wearing only a loose bra and pyjama pants before falling asleep with my cute little plushies is just full of the exaggerated swagger of a trans girl.
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hiraethharmony · 11 months
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the most beautiful souls intertwine without the necessity of exchanging words
- 𝒉 𝒊 𝒓 𝒂 𝒆 𝒕 𝒉
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arthursfuckinghat · 3 months
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The sun is your halo, for it is always above you.
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Arthur and Weetabix 𑁦𐂂𑁦 Scarlett Meadows
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a-poetic-loser · 27 days
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I sold my soul Just for your smile I sold my being, I even ran the extra mile It would've hurt less If you had at least watched me But your eyes were somewhere else It's only her you ever see
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letsswaytogether · 3 months
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“In March, winter is holding back and spring is pulling forward. Something holds and something pulls inside of us too.”
Jean Hersey
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rapturepoetry · 2 months
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i look at my mother
her hair is graying she's always in pain
she shakes when lifting the milk her hand perpetually on the side of her back
she's holding herself together she's trying her best
mother i can't give you a grandchild i'm not like you, i'm not strong
you're staring out the window in a daze watching the grass move with the wind
are you remembering are you regretting
i recall the last time you held me in your arms your hair was a beautiful brown and you were so full of life
mother hold me again one last time
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merakirf · 3 months
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Sometimes our traumas happen by our hands so choose carefully with who you are talking.
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vasopv-blog · 18 days
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LUCKILY THERE ARE FRIENDS WHO BECOME SOMETHING MORE THAN FAMILY
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27paperlilies · 10 months
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Dear September,
I hope you will be kind, would you please leave the bad behind. Each month I ask the same, to others of a different name. But I have a feeling that you, september, will grant my request, just let this month be one of peace, one of the best, I'll figure out the rest.
Kind Regards, someone living life with hope and a tired heart.
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always-coffee · 7 months
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Darlings! I have a new poem out today at The Deadlands! I am really excited for you to read it”Five of Cups Considers Forgiveness,” and I hope you like it!!!
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soulinkpoetry · 7 months
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The wanting…
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