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raven-runes · 1 year
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I want to read you like a thriller
run my fingers down your every line
breathless devour your every page
curl my hands around your spine
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leonieanderson · 29 days
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The ingenuity of poetry is this- the heart’s defense for that which is purely holy, soul-wrenching and utterly profound.
In Defense of Poetry by Leonie Anderson
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ginadope · 2 years
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Sweet summer and its nighttime Their soul too would whisper Of a radiant wish The world's core between us What I knew then To be the celestial Falling Descending from whatever grace was left
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abrighterspark · 2 years
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emotions make more sense
tumbled on the page...
fear is less intense
when the pen believes you brave
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missmisandrytabletalk · 2 months
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hear me out! for women catharsis is actually a metaphor for menstruation. sweet poetic justice.
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euesworld · 2 years
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"The fire in your smile almost burns me up with desire as these spires of me sire more fire.."
More and more fire blazing me to the floor with desire - eUë
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sarvamentu · 1 year
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stairwall
on the wall by the stairs we hung our first photo 't was a midsummer dream we covered our necks in ethereal kisses, promising we'd never leave
yet here we are at the bottom of the stairs hanging that last picture of us holding hands entering our final midnight  
~ L.B. | 22 sept. 2022 | #FromOneLine 227
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putah-creek · 1 year
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“We’re not looking for ‘I’ poems.” Outside the sky is the color of an old dime, and it is rather cool for May in California. Doves land on my patio and eat the bird seed that I left there for them. Every poem is an ‘I’ poem. Every last one of them.
-james lee jobe
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sincerelymkay · 1 year
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Smile on the days that it hurts the most; show them they didn’t get the best of you.
Sincerely,
MKay
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coffeepowdersstuff · 1 year
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morning reading ☕️🎧🐚🤍
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makemepoetry · 2 years
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we go to stores that smell like wax crayons and it's really difficult to choose your favourite childhood memory when you are still kids that walk hand in hand, and then there's the song! the song we once made ours, the words we know as well as we know each other, it really sounds like a rom-com now
and i tune in to the tales
and your lips move, but i don't think i am listening to you, right now, i am only hearing the voice that sits like coal in my body and has me burning all over,
that lacquered, smooth voice that's music to my ears, but your voice gets softer and softer with every word and it feels like we are sharing a secret while we are still in a crowd
and i tune in to the tales
i run through my cupboards to bring some order in my day, and there i find nostalgia waiting for me, pictures of you and me, when knowing each other's beloved scoops and giving each other heart shaped cards was second nature
and i tune in to the tales as one does at such a time,
tales that have bitter endings, but memories of mirth.
~shaksi. //tales//
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raven-runes · 2 years
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I draw sigils on your skin
with my fingertips
unlock doors, unseal lips
with my cursed arms
trace the curves of your hips.
I light your altar
in my lake of fire
spread your wings, spark your wire
with my arcane kiss
unleash the beast
smouldering
in your heaving breast
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leonieanderson · 21 days
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“ I only want these moments- together, with you - in love.”
Excerpt from ‘ A kiss in the kitchen’ by Leonie Anderson
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ginadope · 1 year
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Hold me close to myself The very recent ancient truths There's a treasure on the ledge and there is The fear The shadow that I might see Might be When I fall out of my own hands
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brlmansi · 1 year
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In my blues
But I do not see the light
anywhere near me.
I am unsure if it's still there,
for me to bath on.
And when it comes,
I do not know
if I will recognize it,
or like it.
Because these days,
I am liking my days darker
than the nights.
- Mansi Baral
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as-ceres · 1 year
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Adagio for Strings
I made a mistake by unveiling my faith in his authority.
but here I am,
Aubade; romanticizing his music.
—a.s
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