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follow-help-couple · 14 hours

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#dragon age inquisition #tomorrowland #monica geller #abbey lee kershaw #japanese beauty #charlie slimecicle #migos #melisa mendiny #langston hughes #twcpoetry #2gether the series

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n-ehpamoi · 2 days

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I might hang myself right side down and drip dry my self from swinging hooks, so that you might have room to make a home beneath my skin.

I want your hands against these bones which ache, too much, for your touch, and for your heart to beat in unison alongside the endless murmurs of mine.

I wouldn’t mind having you under this skin, so would it be too much to ask, to have you make your way in?

#poeticstories #writerscreed #writtenconsiderations #smittenbypoetry #recognizingthevoiceless #writingthestorm #poetryportal #inkstay #twcpoetry #poem #poetry #original poetry #original poem #m

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getcareless · 2 days

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Triolet Poem #62

Some will still bite the hand that feeds, yet they will still beg you for more. More flames are all a fire needs. Some will still bite the hand that feeds. Follow the light, see where it leads, we don't need reasons to lie for. Some will still bite the hand that feeds, yet they will still beg you for more.

"The Hand That Feeds", JEP

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ginadope · 8 hours

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My stomach is full Full of things to say, still Tongues are useless Not worth the burn

A dance for two, fire and fire Its sweet allure Leaves a bitter taste Crushing my fingers, one by one Bound by dread Why build a sandcastle Why use bones

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matthew-pasquarello · 1 day

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wandering the industrial landscape with the best headache money can buy the burial of the ego in the hills of fallen bricks.

i'll take my chances digging graves with only hands

i'll take my chances revolutionizing the dead world of crying in a phonebooth

#poetry #lit #poem #poems #writing #creative writing #alt lit #literary #literature #prose #words #art #twcpoetry #writerscreed #poetryriot #phonebooth

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fromwinter · 3 days

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Somewhere, I am alive. Not here—where this body burrows into itself, but somewhere else. Where the sinew knows what’s expected and is grateful. There—I dance, and it does not hurt. I move without thunder in my chest. I’m free to go out softly, into the rest of it, and live and live and live.

— From Winter, ‘Not Here’

#poetry #quotes #spilled ink #writerscreed #twcpoetry #love quotes #life quotes #existentialism #april #spring #chronic illness #disability #disabled poets department #poems from winter #poets on tumblr #text post #not here

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dementia7 · 3 days

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heartofmuse · 5 months

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Love is many things but it is also an agreement where both parties state their needs, their expectations, their limits. Both must be honest with each other and themselves, and go in with eyes wide open. Things must be talked out loud, and not assumed. Hurts must not be allowed to fester and anything that bothers or upsets you must be brought out to the light even if it is difficult. Communication must always remain open and vibrant for change is inevitable and these conversations must be had constantly. If there comes a time you cannot come to an understanding then please part before bitterness and hurt take over and obliterate every good memory from both of your hearts. Love is an agreement, a pact, a promise, something that must be held in reverence and honored by those involved.

e.v.e.

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memories-beneath-the-skin · 6 months

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The moment I saw her, is the moment I became jealous of the sun that touches her skin, the air that is pulled into her lungs, the wind that caresses its fingers tight around her body.

That's the moment I truly knew how to dream.

#writers on tumblr #original writing #spilled ink #intimate #couple #spilled thoughts #writerscommunity #spilled truth #spilled poetry #spilled words #spilled writing #twcpoetry #love letters #writing #writers and poets #writeblr #spilled poem #amour

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n-ehpamoi · 1 day

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How do I know these hands

are the right ones?

Sometimes they feel

so distant I think,

surely

they cannot be mine --

And if they are, mine

(the "right" ones) --

then are they the

r i g h t o n e s ?

Are these hands the ones

made

to fit in yours?

And, then,

what of yours?

Are they made to fit

in mine?

#poeticstories #writtenconsiderations #writerscreed #recognizingthevoiceless #poem #twcpoetry #poetry #m #original poem #original poetry #poets on tumblr

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alex-a-roman · 3 months

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Before the lights go out

Let's be lovers for a day, In case we won't make it through the night! At least we'll have a story to hold onto For when the world ends, We know we're not meant to grow old So maybe let's tell each other words We’ve never heard before, Confess our crimes and taste the sky Before it all comes down, Before the earth is fire and ash, Before the lights go out.

~ A. A. Roman

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rhymingtherapy · 20 days

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dazzling drops

of April sunlight

form constellations

among the mangroves

diamond chains

of exploding novas

sparked to life by an

ever-changing cosmos

.

RhymingTherapy—April 2024 (my gif)

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tellherium · 11 months

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It was Never about You //

3 of 3: Poems From the First Evening I've Spent Alone in Over a Month

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dg-fragments · 9 months

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I write to you, of you, not because our souls are intertwined, neither because you're mine or I'm yours, but because I do not know of any other audience, for these thoughts, in the form of mere words, for this fragmented existence, which reveals through the cracks of past experiences, to lose itself in the captivating beauty, that is yourself.

- DG

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heartofmuse · 7 months

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Sometimes I need you so much. I don't know why there seems to be a black hole that opens inside my chest, a tightness in my throat that won't leave, this burning in my blood that screams your name.

e.v.e.

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