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poppiesandpromises · 10 months

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samsara

In every life i have

Met you, known you and loved you

We are intertwined

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ariasmontage · 10 months

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Ramen and other things

Ramen and other things,

Why do you taste like ecstasy?

Giggling, in her bare skin, "you're one with fools and fanatics."

You're not a liar, over ramen and other things.

Slipping through my fingers,

she taunts my inhibition.

Must you be so cruel,over ramen and other things?

Buried under, she moves slowly.

"I'm tired of masquerading as a human, would you please make me divine?"

In the neon of the unfamiliar ceiling, why are you mine, only after ramen and other things?

On my knees; you're my religion.

I'm her fool and fanatic, over ramen and other things.

-aria

#poems #my poerty #poems and poetry #poetry on tumblr #poetry on demand #poems on tumblr #wpm #writers #writers on tumblr #writers and poets #aesthetic #dark academia #words and things #words words words #spilled poetry #spilled writing #spiled ink

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shifa-kazi · 9 months

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The clouds of my soul

Are manipulating themselves into believing

That every drop of kindness

They shed upon others

Will evaporate back to them.

-Shifa Kazi

#poem #reading #poetry #my poem #my words #my writing #kindness #sad poem #sad quotes #sad poetry #shifa #shifakazi #poetry on tumblr #poetry on demand #spilled poetry #poets on tumblr #poetic #poema #poema original

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pvdpoetry · 10 months

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A poem for a recently broken up couple. Still loving, still processing, still have a light on, still traumatized.

#typewriter #pvd #typewriterpoem #typewriterpoetry #typewriter poetry #poetrybusking #poetry busking #on demand poetry #poetry on love #poetry on demand #poetry on tumblr #poetryondemand #original poem #instant poetry

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fandom-trash-goblin · 3 months

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If you are dead, I am not alive. If I'm alive, you can't be dead. Oh, I hated you— But you were still my brother.

Cain & Abel. Wei Wuxian & Jiang Cheng. Sirius & Regulus.

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quotelr · 1 year

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I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself

Simone de Beauvoir

#Simone de Beauvoir #Love #Intelligence #anyone #charge #completion #demand #resource #For women #quotes #life quotes #quotelr #literature #authorquotes #author quotes #lit #poetry #prose #spilled ink

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gamchawizzy · 9 months

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desperate grasping at the infinite, much like the stars: endless immeasurable the bloodstained grains of sand by the sea

a bygone world swirling, churning infinite in potential never further

for man is only what his nightmare permits

#micolash host of the nightmare #micolash #soulsborne #bloodborne #poetry #im really sorry for the lack of updates recently #work has been a lot more demanding than expected #on top of obligations and feeding a family #ive very little creative energy rn uhuhuh #micolash keeps me going...my guiding mikochan...#im trying to get comms and everything out of the way then i'll hafta figure out what to do next #for now please take this as proof of life

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poppiesandpromises · 10 months

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darkroom

Lover, linger with me

Welcome to the place

Where light evaporates

Evade those eyes, instead

Dance here in the shadows

We can melt in the night

The onyx curtain

Drapes us in secrets—

Our bodies whisper

#poem #poetry #original poetry #poets on tumblr #spilled ink #original poem #grimfox #poetry on demand

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flowersandfashion · 6 months

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I am not really there

Marya Hornbacher, Madness: A Bipolar Life /// Ramon Casas, Laziness, c1898-1900 /// Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar /// Edward Hopper, Morning Sun, 1952 /// Gail Honeyman, Elinor Oliphant is Completely Fine /// Reynier Llanes, The Poet, 2021 /// Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931–1934 /// Amy Dury, Glasgow Girl 2, 2019 /// Rebecca Ross, Divine Rivals /// Adrienne Gaha, Blue Uniform, 2016

#web weaving #dissociation #burn out #autism #time blindness #pathological demand avoidance #<this is PDA to me just because dissociation is my main coping mechanism for demands. idk if others relate #poetry #poem #literature #art #painting #web weave

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pvdpoetry · 2 years

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I’m slinging on demand poetry today (7/16) at Farm Fresh on Sims Ave in Providence as part of the anti-robots marketplace. Come get a poem!

If you missed me, send me an email and we can do a commission. [email protected]

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fandom-trash-goblin · 3 months

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—your heart beats in my ribs and mine in yours

Wei Wuxian & Jiang Cheng: the golden core reveal

(part 1)

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fictionadventurer · 1 month

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NaPoWriMo #28: A poem inspired by blindly selecting a word from a poetry book to use as a title

Creak

The stairs are speaking in the silence Creaking as I tiptoe down A welcome from an aged servant Who conveys me to the ground

Can I resent this friendly greeting From a friend who's served so well? If it's ill-timed, well, what's it matter? Dare I these small voices quell?

This house has withered in my service Slaving dumbly year by year If now in age it dares some speeches How can I but lend my ear?

For my own frame is growing feebler Creaking as I sit and stand I find my house a friendly fellow Suff'rer in this fading land

So spare me all your evil glances If I woke you 'fore the dawn Enjoy this morning conversation 'Fore my friend and I are gone

#napowrimo 2024 #poetry #as long as i was on a roll i figured i'd keep going #i could have waited until i had something worthwhile to write but oh well #once i had that word i found i was obligated to write something #the rules demanded it

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sedumlineare · 7 months

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I find it interesting

how in all the romantic relationships I know

they're already planning weddings

and children

And I am over here

just wondering who will want

to buy a house with me

when we don't love each other like that

This world was not made for people like me

I will carve out my place with scarred and bloody hands

I hope there are still people left

to clean them off

and put the bandaids on

#THIS IS ABOUT AROMANTICISM AND ASEXUALITY!! THIS IS ABOUT FINDING FRIENDSHIP AND LOVE THAT IS NOT THE NORM!!#THIS IS ABOUT DEMANDING WHAT WE ARE OWED IN A WORLD THAT DOES NOT CATER TO US!!#poetry #sedumlineare #aromantic #asexual

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catty-words · 11 months

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i rarely get quite so personal on here but. last tuesday my partner of a decade and i decided to take a break - not even in some big heartbreaking way, we’ve just been together the entirety of our adult lives and it felt like a good idea for both of us to explore if the relationship is still serving us - and i moved out of my house AND am technically single for the first time in a long-ass time and i feel silly making this confessional about fandom but what if i don’t post a chapter of bitty spark today? it’s written, but i am in the weirdest, most vacant headspace and i won’t be able to enjoy it if i post??

#also. one of the most recent comments i got on it was a list of things the reader wanted me to be doing. not exactly a list of demands #but it still kinda hit like one #anyway. maybe no chapter tonight i still haven’t decided.#but i have been trying to write the last four days and it’s been miserable and i want my headspace back #might have to write some truly terrible poetry to reclaim it #bitty spark ‘verse

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poppiesandpromises · 10 months

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hell within

Help me it's so dark

I am forgotten

A failure

A pillar of salt

To pin me in place

Alone, eternally

#poem #poetry #original poetry #poets on tumblr #spilled ink #original poem #poetry on demand #grimfox

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princessofpatras · 1 month

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Survivor (Victim)

Did I survive? I breathe, I think,

but am I alive?

I did not overcome—I failed,

gave in, gave up.

I never fought, and never won.

I slayed no demons—I couldn’t

face them. I left

the door wide open, let them in, let them

change me, erase

me,

bury me cold,

six feet under their monstrous weight,

I laid down and was grateful

for the rest and how they allowed me to

hide. I closed my eyes,

but my mouth like a wound remains

open, waiting

for the right moment—for the right

words—to scream, waiting

for caring hands

to claw through the earth and tear my body

free—

waiting always, always choking

on the dirt that fills my lungs,

as countless bright full summers

pass above. Is this breathing?

Is this living? I fear I’m just a ghost,

a whisper

of what could have been, what once was

—tethered to this place

by a thin thread—

You have not found my corpse.

#hello everybody i have another poem to share #please forgive me for taking time away from lykmc ch16 for this #but know that i have been making slow but steady progress on that!#im currently operating on three nights in a row of <5 hours of sleep and basically hallucinated this entire poem #and had no choice but to write it down #(that’s not really true something just triggered this line of thought)#(the part about my exhaustion is true though. on both a physical and existential level)#also im noticing that there is a certain mood of mine which demands to be turned into poetry #and as a result all of my poems have so far been rather depressing #i swear i feel other emotions. someday i’ll write something to prove it lmao #poetry #my poetry #my writing #writeblr #spilled ink #writing

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