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ginadope · 3 days

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There is no bridge to the other side It is so close it seems far There is simply a melody A novel to be read Through eye-shaped glasses

I am doing well No translucent heart of yours beat In vain Yet such is the beast's caress Hallowed fight, its loyal scream Against the whispered light

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takingstockofwhatmattersmost · 20 hours

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battle scars and inner wars a violent scream her call to arms evil swarms lyrical goddess words as bullets firing rapid frothing and rabid spitting forth truth head in a noose one step away from falling away today everyday battle of wills murder, death, kills word wielding soul dealing poetic endings never come to those non yielding

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heartofmuse · 7 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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alaskaisnothere · 1 month

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isn't it funny how life is wonderful and messy and hard like one day you are crying your eyes out because you feel lost and the next day you are packing your stuff ready to leave your worries behind and start a new chapter in a different country and then you find all these people who love and support you and you still feel lost and you still have no idea what your life is supposed to look like but you're enjoying pink sunset and book dates at the park and overpriced coffees and maybe you just have to enjoy the breeze without expecting a storm

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dg-fragments · 10 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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critical-reflex · 1 month

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I don't miss you

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ that was ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ yesterday

I've already drowned in that swamp

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ muddy ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ pants

Stains in my pockets, hands secreted

love chemicals ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ potent addictive

High turbulence in my cranium

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ a little crazy ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ feeling

Naysayer slapped sideways

with a vindictive ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ glove

Contents shifting gray to white

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ dark matter ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ matters not

Landing wheels protracted, life

jacket ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ above ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ on standby.

#poeticstories #poetryportal #bitsofstarglow #smittenbypoetry #writerscreed #poetry #poems and poetry #original poetry

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prasannawrites · 8 months

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before i sleep.

#poetry #poeticstories #writerscreed #deadwatered #smittenbypoetry #inspireamuse #writingthestorm #writtenconsiderations #poetryportal #poetryclub13 #spilled ink #poems #love #love poems

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pigeonheadsmumblngs · 27 days

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Photo credit: Ray Hennessy

Have you ever noticed

how the birds sing out

in a storm?

That’s how I want to be.

Like a songbird

singing, joyful

through the hardest rains

that dare to find me.

~pigeon head~

#poetwhispers #writerscreed #writtenconsiderations #spilledink #smittenbypoetry #poeticstories #writeblrcafe #poetry #originalpoetry #bitsofstarglow #storm #strength

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slowfalter · 10 months

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I tried to write a love letter to my body

For therapeutic purposes

But I wasn’t ready

I cannot see the beauty

In all the things you do for me

I would be lying if I said

Your thighs don’t kind of scare me

But I don’t have hate for you

More just unfair expectations

I wish I could feel differently

Dear body,

I’m afraid I still don’t love you

But truly, I am sorry.

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quaintobsessions · 6 months

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The Shape of Things to Come

I swear I’m not staring at her name. It’s only the cast of each letter, the grace, re-entry for my memories carved in clay, all else erased.

That night instead of chasing stray Northern Lights above stone walls of an old water tower, instead of heading back along dark water, singing

through blue air I’d breathed for too many seasons, I arrived at a wheel and a kiln. I swear I’m not staring at her face. It’s just

the effect of her making and unmaking, it’s just her intense concentration. Now that I’m right here, I can’t think of anything else.

I’m only staring at her hands, I swear. Only her hands.

#poetry #spilled ink #writerscreed #bitsofstarglow #smittenbypoetry #poets on tumblr

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autumnsunshine10 · 28 days

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Poetry in my head

Been beheaded at the bloom

Betrothed to a double agent

Doomed to repeat history

Dusty and abandoned

A band on another reunion tour

Box office blown to bits

Tickets strewn around turnstile

Pick one up and turn it in-

To something sort of worthwhile

Nothing short of unexpected

The starter seed is sown

Before retired eyes

A poem has finally grown

#feels good to be back #writing again #smittenbypoetry #abstractcommunity #writerscommunity #twcpoetry #poetry #poets on tumblr #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #writer's block #writer things #autumnsunshine10

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persephoneshellhounds · 1 year

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Will I ever possess the softness I pretend to have?

— Fray Narte

Gif from: Stealing Beauty (1996) // Dir. Bernardo Bertolucci

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takingstockofwhatmattersmost · 3 days

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learning the language of lust is vital before diving into the forest terrain all begins with absorbing a book's content lust's metamorphosis...now evident

enlightenment unfolds with each new term in unfamiliar lexicons we discern passion, eros, itch, ardor, concupiscence described as powerful, a craving, desire, unbridled admiring the words that describe her leg's splay orbicular, cordate, convex at play veins extending palmate or parallel tips so varied ~ acute, auriculate

armed with words...into beds and sheets we wade matching chaos with categories displayed yet perplexed; single nights of lust might confuse variances juxtaposed, abound

her fertility described, leaving patterns of triple whorls yet the reality sometimes stalls is this a flower, the doubt does linger elm's fan, spruce's peak, or a sweetgum's own bloom

gradually, knowledge seeps in understanding nature's profound skin how language weaves into the world's mesh seizing experience, defying the mundane

contemplate the relentless will to know yielding to nature, resisting the flow nature's conquest, division's insidious fame and knowledge’s quirk, lust whispers their demands

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heartofmuse · 1 year

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Truth is that the heart needs more forms of love from your partner than just romantic love. It needs the nurturing and unconditional love like the one that comes from a parent. It needs the love that helps you achieve your maximum potential, that empowers your virtues and is patient with your flaws like that of a teacher. It needs the love of a friend who will listen without judgment, who will laugh with you and be your confidant and accomplice. It needs the devoted love of a healer who will tend to your wounds and hurts and never turn a blind eye to your suffering but rather help the healing process knowing all the time the healing and the timing is all yours. Love is more than just romance and passion, and sooner or later it will die out if you do not nurture all the other faces of love. For if love has a thousand faces, how bland would it be if my love for you were the same one all the time.

e.v.e.

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n-ehpamoi · 5 days

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I'm not telling you that you must change you.

There, in and of yourself, you do and will have every right and reason to exist as you are, and/or want to be.

But so often we can only find our edges by meeting with the edges of one another -- that is where we must choose whether to shift, and willingly falter.

I don't know about you, but if they do not want for my imposition, I do not want to force the breadth of my existence upon them.

If I ask you not to cut me, do not cut me. If you ask to be left, I will be gone --

There are walls to our hearts for a reason -- and it means all the more when you get to choose to let someone in.

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dg-fragments · 7 months

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Take me home, will you, for I've been out here lost, more than I wanted, longer than I anticipated, and lonelier than I imagined.

- DG

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