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haaveillablogsworld · 8 months

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"Mi tormentava [...] il fatto che nessuno mi somigliava e io non somigliavo a nessuno. <<Io sono solo, e loro sono tutti»>, pensavo, e mi mettevo a riflettere." 🤷🏻‍♀️

#fyodor dostoevsky #dostoyevski #frasi #frasi belle #citazione tumblr #frasi tumblr #tumblr #artists on tumblr #frasi italiane #tumblr quotes #frasi famose #italiangirl #poesia #poetsofinstagram #poetslife

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thisisreshma · 2 years

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— Ocean Vuong, Reasons for Staying

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millen-poetry · 3 months

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#poets and writers #poetslife #short poem #rhyme #spilled writing #poets on tumblr #original writing #poets corner #spilledink #poems of tumblr

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noorehloubi · 1 year

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an-unlikely-poet · 15 hours

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Just like little Buddha’s on a train

scribbling haikus on hot dog stand napkins that are never wasted

a child’s smile returned for a silly giggle and a stolen moment

the patter of rain on a steel shell as a sonata without a key

a rushing country side by dirty windows, but who was really moving anyway?

#original poetry #poems on tumblr #poets on tumblr #poems and poetry #poetslife #poets community

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memoirsofzach · 4 months

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I have more to say lol. well I have a collection of writing that I’ve been delaying for about 3 years.

Partially because my feelings towards my own work evolve over time and unfortunately as time goes on it starts to lose the spark of relevance it once had, as new memories and thoughts replace the previous, and partially because I been going thru it (like everyone else tbh)

but I say that to say, here is ‘crushed velvet’ one of the pieces frm my labour of love.

#thefontainetheory #poetry #poets on tumblr #poetslife #writers on tumblr #short poem #blackpoet #london #black art #artists on tumblr

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shareapoetry · 2 years

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For You

I don't think,

I will ever be able to say,

All the things you mean to me,

But trust me,

You are everything I ever wanted;

Your warm hands feel like sun on my skin,

I love your voice even through you believe you can't sing;

To see you in person is like a treat to my eyes,

And when I cannot,

I see your face in the beautiful skies.

Holding your hand makes me feel complete,

Like the last piece of puzzle,

That found its way to me;

The way you smile,

Is my favorite thing about your style,

And now that you have been away from me for a while,

I have realised that for you,

I wouldn't mind running for a thousand miles.

Saumya Thapliyal

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therendingflame · 2 years

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Pieces of my heart battering, my tiny hands fidgeting. Our fingers entwine, I want him to stay mine. My head resting on his chest, oh, I think I'm obsessed. Embracing myself in his arms, I twinkle like stars. Moments like these, heavenly like a sea breeze.

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stantheanomaly · 5 months

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I swear, she could kiss the sun and scorch its lips.

Suvrahadip Ghosh, Sunkissed

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briarmoon · 1 year

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The Day Betty White Died

I bought a hand gun

The day Betty White died

At the age of 99;

Nothing really special, hun,

Just a Ruger 45.

Your un-woke asshole reeks

From the shit your mad mouth spews,

Between those orange cheeks

In front of all these pews.

I’m tired of their twisted lips

Spiitting toxic viper vile,

Over their silicone tits

And plastic cherry smiles.

Kenny ain’t doin’ nothing

To make this country great,

Sipping gin from red Solo cups

Ice cold with so much hate.

I bought a hand gun

The day Betty White died;

A pretty-in-pink one -

Why are you so surprised?

To them, we’re all weirdo freaks

Mock righteousness they choose,

When pecking their crooked beaks

At loose bags of nuts and screws.

A merry round of pistols whip

These Proud Boys into shape,

With a gaggle of firm grips

And dazzling rainbow capes.

Karen ain’t doin’ nothing

To make this country great,

Serving slices of poison pie

On fancy Chinet plates.

All this too shall come to pass

When I cap a bullet in your ass.

I bought a hand gun

The day Betty White died;

Not for sport or fun

Just trying to survive.

In a sea of sheep

Sailing on a ship of fools,

Pray the Lord, their souls to keep

Courtesy of Fox News.

Flo can kiss my grits

There won’t be any trial,

No judges to acquit

When I blast those redneck smiles.

They ain’t doin’ nothing

To make this country great,

Wearing their red dunce caps

Y’all hennies took the bait.

I bought a hand gun

The day Betty White died;

Chic-Fil-A better run

Before I cross the other side.

There won’t be any jury

No church bells down the aisle,

Our palms are clenched with fury

Cuz you treaded on our style.

We don’t wish you well

It’s time to face the nation,

You won’t live to tell

When you face our congregation.

You ain’t doin’ nothing

To make this country great,

This is the hate you breed when

Indifference learns to procreate.

All this too shall come to pass

When I cap a bullet in your ass.

I bought a hand gun

The day Betty White died

At the age of 99;

Nothing really special, hun,

Just trying to survive.

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sophie-t · 5 months

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//A new aquarelle painting that I created while feeling depressed & lonely recently. Art prevents me from going completely under & has a healing effect on me. For everyone out there struggling, too, try to create art in whatever form you feel comfortable. It can be very liberating to "let it all out“ what’s causing you so much pain inside of you. Let the flow take you wherever you want to be! Also it took me over 6 hours to finish this piece of art in one go. Makes me aware to value the process behind each artwork more (you too?)! When I’m in this sad but creative meditative state I like to listen to calming music, that also helps to regulate my nervous system. I’m so grateful to have found the soothing music by Sugaar Pan (https://sugaarpan.bandcamp.com/) aka Iker Garmendia! Go check out his beautiful music & support the arts, please! If you’re feeling lost, down, not lovable or just shitty, you are not alone, you are lovable and a wonderful person!! Do not be afraid of reaching out! Love, Sophie-T xxx P.S. painting for sale! Get in touch!

#poetry #poetslife #poems #aquarelle #artwork #painting #aquarellepainting #makeartnotwar

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adhd-creativity · 6 months

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Why does the sun

go down

so slowly?

Red tendrils are stretching

growing across

the blind white sky.

How empty

how lonely

the beaches,

ghost-quiet

this time of year.

It's like my life

is a painting.

You scream

and my reflection

is lying in several pieces.

And your hand your hand is bleeding

And your mouth

makes ocean foam.

#my poetry #queer poets on tumblr #poets community #poetslife #poetry #abusive relationship #writing

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thisisreshma · 2 years

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"I think he's very lonely. Lonelier than he lets on. Maybe lonelier than he even realizes."

– The Royal Tenenbaums, 2001

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naeemajusthasthoughts · 2 years

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Unrequited Love

The bittersweet memories of once upon a time left me without a smile. Nothing to show the hard work or the endless dreams or maybe all the thoughts of a love so sweet. Though I find myself unhappy because of my unwillingness to let go of the fake memories. Everybody has been there, hoping in despair and trying to find something there. But nothing one could do can stop the heartbreak and despair setting in and finding nothing in the end. All one can do is try to find peace or maybe even acceptances from the past bittersweet memories. No one warned me about the brutality of unrequited love or how one can not seem to find a way out of the bitterness of this sweet turning sour. While everyone expects me to move on and all I can do is look on to the past. I can not seem to find a way out of this loneliness I seem to seep in. But I walk on to try to move on and sometimes it feels like I did. Then the memories start again and I am back to the end. The end of the delusions and the pain comes back once again. When will I begin to feel a bit free? When will the misery give in to glee? I just stand there and stare, hoping no one sees me there. Maybe then it will finally let go and be the beginning of finally being free from the bittersweet memories.

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noorehloubi · 1 year

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rorycxre · 2 years

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“I’ve never felt like this before. As if the taste of your lips will save me. As if you’re the key.”

-R.V // Before

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