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thehoax · 2 months

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env0writes · 14 days

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Idle Steps 3.28.24

“Welsh Storms"

Like giant sky whales The clouds gallumphed overhead Sirens blaring Sky pitching hue The streets of London ran dark My street glew green Radioactive and bioluminescent Seas of grass projected to the sky-whale-clouds And down came their bombardment Their spittle, their misting, their petulant Precipitation Foreign waters stolen on high Is it sadness or delight to be doused? For now I am clean– Given magical sight to see this siren’d fiction Will you give me a welcome home? Or like these whales must I too Seek refuge in a place not mine own When the sun parts these red-sea's clouds And the whales float onward away Let me evaporate Perhaps that remnant will be pure

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coldagain · 15 days

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trampled daisies

out of all the things i thought about you, i never could've thought

that you were lonely

beautiful, yes, in your careless laughter and your easy touch,

warm, when your fingers brushed against mine,

lovely, as the afternoon sunlight washed over you.

you seemed to me an apparition,

meant to wither those blossoms

I had grown in the eden of my heart,

those I have sheltered even against my own cruelty.

but then you smiled at me, and flowers choked my lungs.

(daisies!)

ethereal you were,

your flesh and bone hidden under all your brilliance

as you slowly taught me how to fall in love with the universe,

i had wished upon a star to see what lay underneath your battle armor,

and you let me.

You let me.

And by god, I've never seen anything quite so beautiful.

I caught glimpses of your secrets.

that one mole under your ear, the way you fell asleep with your hands in tight fists,

the sacred sandalwood scent clinging to your shirt that reminded me of temples and gods and my own crumbling faith,

the way your eyes start to water when you laugh at my stupid jokes,

the way you like daisies.

summer passed, and you, too, grew colder.

you left me dancing alone to our song,

and told me you had never really liked it,

(not when she was an angel who filled all the crevices of your lonely heart)

I screamed, and shouted, and tore my throat,

like a madwoman who had never really learned to look out for the signs.

So, I dance, and dance,

spinning and leaping across a lonely stage,

choking to death on the withering blossoms in my lungs.

I dance desperately,

and when I bleed,

the daisies on the stage turn into your favourite shade of red.

storytime! this was actually half-written a few years back! I had a completely one-sided hopeless crush for a few years, and it wasn't really the person's fault for not liking me back like I wanted them to but I am an overemotional teenager (lol). But at the end of the day, I'm pretty content with the way things turned out to be! It was a wonderful experience, if not anything else! have a lovely day ahead. :D)

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rainhearted-ramblings · 6 months

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Loud

I'm all Banging brains and Slamming bones with Creaking hair and just a bit more of Jackhammer teeth bundled in Firecracker nerves and Traffic eyes.

I'm screaming nails and scratching tongues with Buzzing teeth and Rattling muscles all tied up

With an exploding thought that's all bark and no bite But too many decibels can kill you and the right frequency can break glass. I'm shattering thoughts and Crashing dreams tied together with Ripping skin and eaten with Chewing nightmares.

I'm buzzing, static humming background construction noise you can never quite see but you know where all the Dust is coming from the jackhammer drills buried into fresh concrete and you'll hear thunder Far before you see the lightning fade From my grasp and all I shall be is A rainless storm with crashes that sound like they're next to you Shaking up all your bones. I'm large crowds and markets and speakers and concerts. I'm festivals that are broken to have some fun with your residues Of what's left of your drums.

I am quiet loud and I am inaudible but I can split your brain apart with just a word.

Dear, I've told you I'm too loud. And yet here you are.

I've told you I'm too loud But this is the first time you've listened And felt the red from your ears. Not too loud for me. You're no longer here. It's for the better.

I'm too loud to hear myself think, speak, anything.

I'm too loud to be loved by you.

~Eventide

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whateverwhimsy · 2 months

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Paying Penance to Residual Worth

Isn't there more time? We began to spread apart the darkness, and, for whatever reason, it left us silenced in a hopeless trance of messiness distanced from nocturnal remembrance, those odd reverberating dreams, scuttled to the core - we make out with less than we did bringing solace along with our pride, a price to pay nothing ever came for free and a delusion we doubled down on made sense (at the time) Once was never enough to prime the value of our circuitry, certainly the choice was mine all along, alone to face the fractured cold of eternity. Lifting out the bones from the fragile grave, this will be the last time I'll say goodbye.

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maxinewisewrites · 13 days

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Along the field I run

eager to catch dandelions

making a million tiny wishes

to be blown to air

absorbed into the universe.

Wasn’t quite wishing

for world peace.

My mind was fixated on

wishes of sweet delights,

adventures far away

from a suburban field.

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trustonlystars · 11 months

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Look at the vibe, I had feathers on my crown, my favourte hearts around with a musical sound. I was in love, absolutely in love with the lit up room, the huge dream catchers and the lamps at every corner. I had the ocean besides me and everything about the wind told me how I make places glow and glitter. For the very first time I felt like I was a part of my own novel, a story that had my heart, and I so wanted to live it, the most adored dreamy space. A part of my heart has fallen in love with how carefree I had been there. The next time I fall in love, I will look for the same feeling, I wont be calculative, wont be the mature one, won't be the one who always understands, I will simply be me. I will be the girl who swirls and slow dances on the beach with glowing tiaras. I will always be the one who always shines.

- trustonlystars | Jannie F

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mortalghost · 1 year

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I'm marked along the jagged lines of clear illusion and utter lies. Risen far above the memories of trust in you and a living frenzy.

Betrayed by someone who swore on lies and drowned in cries. Far beyond the moments where I couldn't see through all of these torments.

How could I trust the words that came from someone I couldn't believe?

The mirror image shows that it wasn't you but always me.

-H. Murcia 2:51PM 3/23/2023

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daytim-e · 11 months

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Salt Disney Whirl

Reckless repeats

of rocks on your window.

Retrace the cracks

of before you were known to me.

With water rising,

the leaks refuse to relent,

so we bail out.

The carpet sulks,

still soaked with salted moments and broken cassettes.

It’s better to swim forward

than continue treading water.

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scribblersobia · 1 year

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Tell me how would you describe yourself as a metaphor?

💙

Me describing myself as metaphor -

I am an endless Ocean,

I am calm and restive,

I am my sun and,

I am my sunshine,

I am my universe and,

my soul is made up of stardust.

@scribblersobia

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thehoax · 2 months

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#poetry #poems #poetblr #poetscreed #poets on tumblr #from the drafts #this is from my first poetry collection and i wrote it in like 2021 but i wanted to post anyways!!#you can see how much better i’ve gotten comparatively #poetry*

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env0writes · 25 days

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Idle Steps 3.21.24 “Sunday Was For Feasting"

White bone wood balm Paler than the droughted palms Dreaded, unfed’ed Weary weak appraisal Arrival on most high Elated, delayed and held up Caravans halt No passage, no river crossing No life crossing, no passover White bone-wood palm Sun bleached, white washed Bulldozed over on sleepless nights What driftwood will wash ashore? From undrinkable water To unlivable land Is this the promise? As written, as planned?

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levipensieven · 1 year

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WHEN THE STARS AREN'T ENOUGH

You feel alone and you have to go watch the moon,

Watch the stars,

Look through them,

Their blinding light numbing your senses.

You forget if even there was a pain ever.

The only pain you feel is in your neck from stretching and burn in your eyes from not blinking.

And now you don't know if the tears are result of constant pressure on your eyes or on your heart.

So now you're in always need of these stars .

On cloudy shady nights you feel alien, abandoned

Abandoned by things whom you never belonged to at first

Abandoned by those you never will be because moon has the stars and those stars have their moons

They all are complete together

They don't feel lonely enough to go lurking around finding a pebble on earth to look at

A drug so natural you thought it could never be one of its kind but turned out to be pretty addicting

You pick up your journal and write all you feel and feel proud of yourself for starting the journal

That atleast you have an abstract idea about how to feel the feelings

Where you talk about all the miseries small and big

Wide and flat

Mention your cheers loud and clear

Bright and jocund

You need the stars ,millions of them and still not enough

You can never hold them or touch them

But the person you worship to be your star

And sometimes they might not be enough too

Because we are all selfish and full of ourselves

But that's how we are

In moment we love too much and one moment we just don't

We don't need the star

We don't find it enough

We love the star

We can't live without it

We can't leave its sight

We stay

And we still aren't satisfied

- Levi

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sunburntashes · 6 months

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i try to

write complicated poetry

code my words

to the extent that

even i can't understand

what i'm trying to say

i try to

make friends

be a better daughter

but I can't bear

tight hugs or soft words

even though it's what i want

i try to

sleep really early

so i can wake up early too

but it seems i have

a habit of setting conditions

i know i can't fulfill

i try to

not get hurt

not so easily atleast

i try to deny

that i want to be cherished

but denial gets harder everyday

i try to

be like everyone

and i hate when i fail

nobody likes it when they fail

so i guess

i'm like everyone in that

i try to—

i try too

I TRY TOO

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rainhearted-ramblings · 8 months

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Remember

I would like to be remembered As a forgotten someone. A person rolling on the tip of your tongue, Whose words you've seen but never heard spoken A footnote in the pages of the past.

I want you to think of me, (If you do so at all), Fondly, with a slight warmth in your heart. I want to be at the back of your brain, Each word ringing clear but you can't remember the name Of the person you'd barely half met ages since.

I wish to be remembered as a dream Half forgotten and lost to memory A trick of your subconscious, That you'll never fully see But don't fret, my love I know I'll be At the back of your heart, Agonizingly apparent But i won't make any sound at all. I'll scream with each pump of blood so you'll only ever feel Me remembered like someone calling your name, Only to turn around and see nobody there.

I want to be remembered like a word you can't forget, But can't quite remember. So you make do with a synonym In the moment, Until the forgotten space in your brain Is forgotten once again.

I want to be remembered like how I remember; Half blurry days mixed through a haze and sipped Like warm glaze pouring down on a foggy morning Right into my lungs.

I want to be remembered Like a half forgotten memory Remembered well enough that you get to see Most of it past the black and white filters Your brain puts on during a flashback Because you've watched too many movies.

I want to be remembered like something that happened a year by, Far enough to get by but close enough that the Taste of all we've been lingers in your bones.

I want to be remembered Exactly as I am, A half forgotten dream Mixed with a broken memory Baked in clouds of grey That never let you see More than an outline Of all we could have been.

I want to be remembered Exactly as you remember me At the tip of your tongue, the back of my brain Knowing you'll never see Me for what I am But always keep me within your heart. A half forgotten dream A never found memory As immortal as I'll ever be.

Because no matter how You'll ever see That I'm a little bit more than a scattered memory Someone you wished to see more But never could I'd rather live half formed and torn apart Just a living dream. After all, at the end of your fires and your storms,

I want you to remember me.

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whateverwhimsy · 5 months

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Chisel

How do you chisel out a fraction of hope

which tool do you use for the tough bits

how do you whittle down til you're fixed

and which wood do you fashion your truth with?

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