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midnights (matt's version)
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a series of poems based off of five tracks from midnights that take you on a journey through five sleepless nights involving matt murdock.
the magic of finding the deepest maroon of love. the grief of losing it in the rain. the questions of what could’ve been. the labyrinth in navigating acceptance. and the hopeless haze of trying to find it again.
meet matt at midnight. ☾
☾ track one: maroon
☾ track two: midnight rain
☾ track three: question...? (matt's version)
☾ track four: labyrinth
☾ track five: lavender haze
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LMK
(and ofc reblog for larger sample size and tag the moots)
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Things My Exes Said #599 // submitted by jvstine-marie
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When will u upgrade poetry??
I want to say that I'll do it this Thursday, but I'm honestly not sure. I want to post a chapter that I'm proud of, and I've had writer's block with that story. Hopefully, I'll be able to update it soon!
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Sew to Speak - From "I Stole Flowers For You"
I was immortally yours
The needle to your thread
Willing to poke and jab
So that you could be seen
And hold together the fabric of your life
Where you could set me aside
When you were finally through
I was naive to assume
That it wouldn’t be soon
That you would pick me back up
And string me back through
After all of the flowers
That I stole for you
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"How many times have you seen saints fall into lithium arms
and emerge without scars," He asks.
"About as often as I have felt like a daughter:
at least once, but the memory is faded and old."
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MISCALCULATION- Love Definition Series
You ruined it for me
I don't think you understand the enormous damage you did
When you lied and claimed to love
When instead of bringing me light
You became my darkness.
And now I'm only with you
To find the right moment to kill you
I'm too filled with vengeance
Yet I don't know how to hurt you
Because all I had was love for you
Yet love is nothing to you
I find myself struggling to endure
Even as I seek to finish you
You're ending me-
My heart in tatters
My brain shredded from trying to decipher the sword you are
And everytime you say you love me
Believing me still a fool for you
I wish foolishness could grace me once more
Just to take away the piercing pain whenever you say those otherwise beautifully soothing words
I guess my target was really me
My punishment for calling your poison love.
Miscalculation, the definition of your love.
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Words: Emotional Poetry
Words: Emotional Poetry Novel
Kindle Editon and Paperback
Janeen G.
“It is an intense feeling you get when you are falling deeply in love with someone. An emotional rollercoaster that you feel for that person that makes you embrace life again. One minute you are on a gentle high, the next your falling down in a black hole with despair. One kiss will send your world on fire, one touch will make your soul weep for more. One punch to the gut will send you…
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Misery loves company
But old pain loves camaraderie
We don't want to keep suffering
We hold hands as we move towards the light
I thought I'd be dead by now
But I'm breathing
Maybe I had to suffer
To meet the brightest stars in my solar system
It was gravity
That brought us together
A force of nature so great
I couldn't resist it
Maybe we're the atoms that make up stars
Ready to ignite under the right pressure
Do you think the atoms of our sun felt bad?
Or were they excited to light up the skies?
Did they hurt as they lit?
Or did they feel at home?
I feel at home
My friends and our scars- part 1
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track two: midnight rain
rust that grew between telephones ☾ big city, wrong choices
You had to do it.
You had to do it.
You kept repeating those words over and over again like an ancient spell, hoping a lightning strike of magic would burn through your heart and make it true so that you wouldn’t have to try and convince yourself so hard of it.
All you could see in the mirror was the cracked reflection of his face when you snatched your shattered jewel back from him, ripping through his chest and slipping your fingers through his ribcage to retrieve the pieces, as if they meant anything now.
His face had been a brew of surprise, horror, and despair. Although hidden within the jade flecks scattered in his golden honey eyes, you could see the guilt peaking through.
The soles of his shoes nearly wore a hole through your floor while he listed off various appeals of denial, as if he was picking apart your argument in front of an invisible jury.
The Devil’s horns became visible through his dark tresses the more he ran his hands through them in frustration, growing in anger either at you or himself that his entire defense was unraveling with every piece of evidence you presented in your case.
The sight of him on his knees before you, begging for forgiveness and a chance at redemption sent a sharp crack straight through your soul.
But it was the crestfallen glimmer that glossed over his eyes when he realized you were firm in your decision that would always haunt you. His hands were bloodied from fighting so hard to hang onto the pieces of what you had gifted him, and his eyes shone with regret as he silently granted your final request of him.
You almost called his name when he opened the front door to leave, as if it suddenly became a portal that showed you a glimpse of an alternate ending where this ended differently; where it didn’t end at all.
But you willed yourself to remember why you were letting go in the first place.
Why you were regretfully breaking his heart now, even though he had unintentionally broken yours first.
He was a good man, but you needed him to be a better one.
He was comfortable with only part of you. The forgotten dates, misplaced affection, and echo on the other end of the line didn’t bother him. The absence of your scent in his bedsheets and lack of security in future intentions didn’t cause him the pain that it caused you.
And you weren’t sure if that hurt would ever go away.
You wanted to remember the happier version of him, with the blinding smile that could put the sun itself to shame. You had been trying for four hours to conjure that version of him in your head. The version before your love story became a tragedy.
But instead you were cursed with the distorted version of him that you had broken and cast away in the midnight rain, leaving you to drown in wave after wave of sorrow for what could’ve been.
What would’ve been.
What should’ve been him.
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letters to him
Thank you all for voting so much, so without further ado, all five parts of letters to him!
letters to him (natalya)- April 9th, 2024
dear,
dearest,
my dearest,
but not anymore
because you see we can’t seem to stop fighting
it’s like we’re always at war.
it used to be cute back when we were
Love,
Loved,
Loving (?)
of each other
but perhaps it’s just me pushing
all that love down the gutter
i’m a prude and so crude and you can’t seem to make up your mind about me
i piss you off, and damn i’m so off and Miss. Rachiminoff in your shadow
treated like a little sister and despised by all of your misters
‘aggressive, much?’ You asked one noon and I knew in that moment all I was to you,
an exotic little girl who begged for your plastic spoon
the promise of life and death and “fly me to the moon”
and when my heart pumped blood enough to be fuel to our moon
you made me your Monna Vanna and wrote me as a fool
letters to him (sabrina)- April 9th, 2024
little poem little lie
what a beast, ‘Here She Lies’
three time’s the charm
that’s a damn lie
I tried once,
twice,
five thousand times
their screams and cries inside these walls
bounce around like his favorite tennis ball
“NO”
one more time
“NO”
just one more
“NO”
i’m on the floor wishing it would all just stop.
you threaten me after hearing my words
languages i never thought you’d learn
swears that we promised in the dead of the night would never spurn from your mouth to mine
on the ground, in the air, right in front of us to plead with sighs
you to took my image and ground me to the core
and now all that’s left is some numbskulled-whore
letters to him (olivia)- April 10th, 2024
Rageful women never get far
darling, maybe that was our destined start
Me, to rule with a crown full of tears and a head full of hope
You, to strike me down with all of my fears and the promise of a tantalizing grown man
someone to come home
but
Teenage girls never get far
and baby, that’s what’s been wrong from the start
You, expecting perfect
Me, thinking it too
i wish i could come home
but
After everything I said to you?
letters to him (taylor)- April 10th, 2024
Speak the words that nobody else does
I wonder how long these words were unsaid
Passive belonging and talk of my talent
You never believed it till I softly said,
“Come for me at the dusk and the dawn,
Where the daylight bends and the rivers are gone
How come women are weak when it’s time to move on?
Every regret has its own mournful song”
And to keep in the light from this shadowed world
I decided no regrets are spared on men with subpar clothes
Maybe a king would have mercy, or even a queen
But a goddess primordial no man has ever seen.
letters to him (lizzie)- April 10th, 2024
It takes time to put aside
Every painful boy
Till one comes up and says “that’s love” with a shrug and a mournful smile
He reminded me of nebulas
And galaxies
And stars that were tested with time
At this point most people think the list is over, but I've only just described his eyes
It’s like the sun found a boy and said,
“you will walk my earth,
and with that blessing,
may your very heart
be that of Hestia’s hearth”
And then they pulled him from fiction, and put him in the rain
Those eyes of galaxies and stars that could never know such pain.
He waited patiently till monster turned friend,
And when found by a hunter, he predicted their crooked end.
I know when I get too dark I should avoid his gaze
But for him, I’d waste every birthday wish, loose eyelash, and every single star
And if he doesn’t want my stars and wishes, like the ones in his eyes,
I’ll pack up my letters
And kiss him goodbye
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Oh why women fall so quick for words and not for actions, then wondering where they went wrong. Beware if my words get sweeter than honey, it could often be the very cause of your slow death, when excessively consumed...
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I look pretty good for a dead bitch
guess who's back! prepare for content tonight
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in like ten years time rick riordan is going to have the opportunity to defend his title of funniest person alive and cast a will solace with black hair and green eyes
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Summer Breeze - From "I Stole Flowers For You"
I marveled at the wind
As it twirled around your frame
Delicate and graceful
Gliding gently along your limbs
Across your collarbone
Through the ruffles
Of that banana-yellow lace
In the skirt of your sundress
That fell right below the knee
Where the beads of sweat
From the heat of the day
Trickled down toward your golden anklet
Clasped right above your kitten heels
That led you straight to me
Before we hunted for shade
Because the breeze couldn’t stay
How I wish you had stayed
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