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words-at-night · 2 days

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maggiegrace · 2 days

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Hot 🔥 off the press! Just released TODAY!

Sticks and stones

A collection of LGBQTA+ poetry. A journey of coming out, finding yourself, and healing amount negatively and non-acceptance.

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susanomalis · 3 days

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It’s cute that you don’t realize that you are so easy to be loved.

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sfsolstice · 1 day

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s. f. solstice, "probability"

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arseholism · 2 days

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Nothing matters, it's all over her in a flash

The darkness consumes her whole

She can’t understand it, confusion sets in

Her thoughts, turn into fading voices in her head

Emptiness closes in, overpowering her soul

Her world crumbles, as she begins to cry

Her precious tears begin to pour

She can’t open her eyes, paranoia reigns supreme

Her heart, a victim of slow painful memories

Is now left broken, in little pieces on the floor

Darkness sets in, and takes over the sky

She drops onto the floor

Her lungs are devoid of air, it’s so unfair

She’s left numb, as angels begin to cry

And rain begins to pour

All her emotions come back to her all at once again

Like a rush of blood sent right to her head

She can feel every kind of overwhelming pain

And just like that the storm is gone

Now she’s starting to go insane

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memories-beneath-the-skin · 2 days

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The need to press my lips to the tender, vulnerably unguarded patch of your skin that I am now claiming, the feeling of warm river of life that courses through you below the surface comforting my face

The tapestry of muscle and veins, contours of the neck unique and elegant, the power it has on your body reacting to my touch as I feast, feeling the wild song of your pulse against my teeth

An animalistic urge courses through me as I carve a line across the flower petal softness of your flesh with the tip of my tongue, savoring the delicate taste of the oils and salt that lift off your skin, the fragile trace of perfume mixed with sweat fill my lungs, exciting a deeper hunger inside me

I yearn to hear the involuntary raw sounds that violently escape your heaving chest as you pierce your nails into my flesh and give in to me

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histhoughtslately · 2 days

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shunrehihosumedha · 21 hours

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इस खुबसूरती को क्या नाम दूँ? जन्नत

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hersurvival · 2 days

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I was going to sew my own dress,

Something simple, something stunning.

We were going to drive the ring road

Around Iceland -

Go to elf school, take photos for the family

In front of that little black church.

Get married far away

From the expectation of entertaining.

But we just kept talking about it

Until slowly, we stopped.

@nosebleedclub May 11th - Spouse

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bebx · 8 months

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bebs-art-gallery · 21 days

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Dear Desolation by Eliran Kantor † Love of the Wolf by Hélène Cixous

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words-at-night · 8 months

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something-sweet-n-spicy · 2 months

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susanomalis · 3 days

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1 year could feel like 1 hour with the right person. It’s like your whole life is not going to be enough.

- forever feels like temporary

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sfsolstice · 2 days

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s. f. solstice, "For Somebody"

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cerleansky · 2 years

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The legacies people leave behind in you.

My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.

I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.

I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.

I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.

I learned to love books because my father loved them first.

How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.

~Edit~

Yikes guys I didn’t expect this post to blow up.

I’m grateful it did though. Looking at all the comments and tags really takes a stab at my heart because it just shows how wired we are for connection. If life has any meaning, then it’s that.

This concept really sunk its teeth into me as it reassures the notion that no one is ever truly gone. Parts of them just change into you.

That teacher I talked about inspired me to become a teacher myself. This was my first year teaching. Here’s to a new generation of curved i’s.

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