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jhsharman · 6 days
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verse than ever
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They made sure to color in a delineation of a shirt on the biker passenger in the background.
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Betty's shorts get uneven at the hands of the indicia filler artist.
I think I am required to post these two panels. The musical note was colored, fixed, in the reprint.
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... Yeah, that was a close one, wasn't it Betty?
One other thing to note: Betty's shirt loses its flower and initials, and her shorts are no longer cut-offs. They all return in the last panel.
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creatediana · 1 month
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"Lines Written Hastily on Someone Else's Desk" - a poem written 3/27/2024
I have to sneak into your desk— I've calculated every risk— I have to test out all your pens and blot out with them my chagrins. I have an urge for every ink— for every mark I make I rank the color and the thickness.—In my rainbow correspondent brain this is the peak of knowledge—yes, the summit of my study's bliss. I snoop and steal to these fair ends— my paper keeps exotic winds.
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catinc · 2 months
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thonethatflies620 · 1 month
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Empathy and Pride
Bleedin' heart
Surrounded by Leeches
Nothin' Left
Always Have to Be Correct
Rhyme Scheme 3/7/3/7
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nikkapaloma · 1 year
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I wrote this when I was only fifteen, and thought it was cute poetry.💖 Just another tale of unrequited love.
It was the supposed single for our girl band’s supposed second album. For more stories about my teen years in a girl band, watch “I Grew Up In A Girl Band” on my IG or TikTok: nikkapaloma
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toyastales · 10 months
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Watch "Rah Digga, Swizz Beatz, Coi Leray & More Pay Tribute To Busta Rhymes! | BET Awards '23" on YouTube
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asixnfr0g · 7 months
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" 𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕷𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝕭𝖊𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕰𝖞𝖊𝖘? "
What lies behind the eyes
That keeps the stories
Buried deep inside?
They say the eyes are the
Windows to the soul,
But what part of the soul
Can you see?
Some have tinted windows,
Some have blinds, drapes, curtains.
Others just have a window
With nothing blocking
It's internal view.
What lies behind the eyes
Is the trauma infused in disguise.
~ asixnfr0g
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supraventriculart · 8 months
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There's no rest for the wicked, and you know that if you've seen them/
Not a moment they ain't livid. Ain't a proven way to clean them/
So if you think your lifes insipid. Just wait until you need them/
Cause the closest ones will rip it and destroy you from the knees in/
I would raise a glass up if I could pour it on my worries/
But even if that was an option it wouldn't pull me from this flurry/
Freezing to deaths appealing when your love is in a hurry/
It'll keep you still and content when your lovers brain is slurring/
Many months of turmoil between some barbeque and curry/
Kitty cat of passion but she's sparsely due for purring/
Tied down and watching what I hardly knew occuring/
A little change in step and it's already too alerting/
I ain't one for regrets. And I know I won't start now/
But that means I am one to forget. And that's been dragging my heart south/
Same pit that I've leapt. Yet I'm still yelling where art thou?/
Tried moving to the next. But I can't douse that spark out/
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kiri-kiwi509 · 1 year
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I'm confused.
My voice is an echo:
An eery, distance noise.
My limbs are those of dolls:
Spare parts on broken toys .
I'm confused.
My hair doesn't fit.
It's not snug on my head
What do I do with it?
I'm confused.
I don't like my chest
Too plump and wide
I want to hide it
But shouldn't girls show them with pride?
It doesn't make sense
Makeup, nails, heels
My sneakers are just fine
And buzzcuts feel real
I'm confused
"He" causes butterflies
"Dude" makes me stir
"She" made me vomit
Don't get me started on "Her"
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badinstinct · 2 years
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“They tried to put me on the cover of Vogue,
but my pain was tooooooo strong”
Everyday is painday,
Monday Tuesday Wednesday,
despression and pain,
my tolerance level is insane
but after 4 years
I still don’t Know how to control my tears.
Trying to stay strong
but that doesn’t last long,
That’s no surprise
With a pain in this size.
Pills, Doctors and therapies
are my worst enemies,
they all do the same shit
that not even helps me a bit.
So I accept it every day,
that the pain will never go away.
-B.I
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unclephilthereal · 1 year
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Well you guys I am making my first Tumblr post! I’ve never even blogged before they say it’s important though🤷🏻‍♂️ I have only been releasing music since December and I’ve seen tons of traction and growth, there is not a bone in my body that doesn’t say I’m going to make it in this industry. I work harder. I study the nuances of the music business every single day if I’m not on my phone learning or creating I feel like something is off. I appreciate all support. I am a one man team and do everything on my own, I created 2 websites and got a huge press release to increase SEO and put together a dope merch shop after creating my own logo and coming up with some designs. My music links and merch shop and everything else you can reach from my first website. Unclephiltherealone.com
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rickyboirocking · 1 year
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"A sculptor's love"
I chip off pieces of my clay skin in order to hide your scars
But you’re not willing to share a thought in moments of ours
I search every way to help your empty mind
While you bombard my plans with words unkind
And I say to you, “Can you offer a little more please?’
Then you throw a tantrum about my requests of ease
It’s not that difficult, it ain’t that hard
But you refused to take out all your cards
You lie, you cheat and part of you runs away too
Because you like to be pitied, it’s the only way people love you
These last words I will speak to your face of regret
As I leave faster than before, forever upset
A waste of time and a waste of clay
I thought you were the muse I wanted to display
But I’ve lost all artistic value because of my connection with you
There’s no more clay on these hands, I don’t know what to do?
How do I take it all back? I can’t afford anymore
You’ve ran my pockets out of supplies I can’t restore
I’m starting to solidify but I don’t want these pieces to be missing
I’ll end up looking at them and waste time reminiscing 
But I’ll still continue to use recycled clay
To cover everything up, working hard everyday
Because in the end, I built you while you tore me apart
So I live with the accomplishment that I’ll be in your heart.
-K.M.R.
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creatediana · 5 months
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"11-Year-Old Beads" - a poem written 4/17/2019
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Reject
Does it make sense
to reject
neglect
look through another lens
will it become one's drive
is it meant to be?
for you, for me?
slowly, does it lead
to a place, our key
to perhaps somewhere to thrive
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deveril · 1 year
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I don’t recognize
myself, what I see —
my reflection lies:
those are not my eyes
staring back at me.
By what ancient rite
or dark mystery
wrought during the night,
that now in daylight
someone sees through me?
These are not my eyes
looking back at me,
this foreign gaze flies
through my heart — my skies
grow dark, the stars flee.
— deveril
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kaywrites23 · 1 year
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The birds, the trees, the rustling of the reeds.
The buzz of the bees.
The tickle of the breeze.
The echo of the ocean, moving in a single fluid motion.
I dream of a time when your lips were on mine.
When we would lie under the sun
Doing nothing and something all at the same time.
Oh how I wish you were here with me now, in this moment.
But as the saying goes,
‘Our time in the sun has come to a close.’
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