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It was only then

When the moon

Made the sun so hot

He burned her to himself.

She tried to run

But her craters and dust

Melted and mixed with his.

So now she was stuck.

Now she was paralyzed.

How did his anger become so strong?

It was only a while

Until the sun cooled down

And his embers subsided

That when the moon tried

To separate herself from him,

She remembered she couldn't.

Again, she was stuck.

She was burned against him,

Her skin liquefied

And combined with his.

"You did this to me!" she bellowed, "you, you, yo-"

He put his finger to her lips. "Shh...hush now, darling. Be quiet before your anger gets the best of you."

~ asixnfr0g

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𝓗𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

How long will I last for you?

Will I be the next trend?

Thrown out, tossed away

Until I am no longer

A dopamine spring?

But good and fun for boredom?

How long will I endure to you?

Will I survive the test of time?

Or will I wither away into history

And vanish like the dead poets themselves

Like you never even knew me?

Am I playing the long game?

Or am I just a craving

You can't satisfy?

Will you be grow tired of my taste

And sick of my presence?

These things,

I need to know

Before I can give you all of me,

Before I can call off the dogs

And tell them you're a safe one.

Will I be here tomorrow?

Or am I just for the moment?

~ asixnfr0g

#poetry #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #writers on tumblr #original poem #poem #writing #poetic #writer #writeblr #hesitation #trust issues

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' The Professor ' by Lang Leav ("Lullabies", 2014)

This poem is my roman empire.

#poetry #lang leav #the professor #lullabies #poetry book #writers and poets #contemporary poetry #modern poetry

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Changed my theme! How we liking the red? <3

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if you get this, answer w/ five random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn't matter, let's get to know the person behind the blog! No pressure though!!

Oh boy, this will be interesting lol (thanks for including me!)

1) I love to make music.

2) I am neurodivergent.

3) I was a choir kid lol.

4) The fandoms I am in are The Outsiders, The Hunger Games, Anne of Green Gables (or Anne with an E), and Classic Rock ( i have a side blog for that and just spam stuff @papichulo-com )

5) As you can tell by my username, I am in fact asian lol (Filipino). But I am also half Hispanic (Nicaraguan) :)

#get to know me #asixnfr0g

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"𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻 𝓒𝓪𝓶𝓹"

When I was twelve,

And I went to summer camp

For a week,

We gathered in a circle

On the deck

Of the dining hall.

The almost-autumn breeze

Brushed against my cheeks

As twilight made its appearance.

The counselors

Joined the circle

In random spots.

There lay a paper Dixie cup

In front of each person.

A handful of beads

Every one held.

A lone counselor

Remained standing

And said a compliment.

In the order of the circle,

Some were to stand up

And walk over to someone,

Who they thought

Fit the compliment,

And drop a bead in their cup.

"Give a bead to someone who has cool shoes."

"Give a bead to someone who is brave."

"-To someone who has nice style."

"-To someone who is kind."

"-To someone you think is funny."

I smiled

And whispered a small "thank you"

As each bead

Hit the bottom of my cup.

In fact, I just about cried.

How can mundane things

Such as cool shoes

And a nice style

Make someone that emotional?

Well, as a child,

I've always taken the mundane

For the extraordinary.

Maybe it was something

About me knowing

They could see me.

Afterwards,

A counselor told us

We could make a bracelet

Out of the beads we collected.

The next day,

I left for home,

And you best believe

I made a bracelet out of those beads.

And now,

Every time I look at it

I remember that

Whether or not

By pity or by truth,

I am loved.

And I was back then.

Well, maybe not

Loved loved.

But someone out there

Who I'll never see again

Thought I was brave.

Over the years,

A few of the beads

Got lost along the way.

I haven't actually

Worn that bracelet yet.

I think I'm going to tomorrow.

~ asixnfr0g

#poetry #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #poetic #writers and poets #original poem #poem #writing #writeblr #writer #summer camp

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"𝓑𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓲𝓭𝓼"

It's okay

To rip off a bandaid slowly.

Sometimes

We have to get used

To the pain

And what it feels like first

Before we can

Pull it off entirely.

And for it

To even come off,

It takes slowness and steadiness,

Or else

There will be residue.

You don't have to

Do everything fast;

Take your time,

Acknowldge what's around you,

Identify what you're working with.

It's all healing

The same person anyway.

Because that

Was what they're made for.

~ asixnfr0g

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Roses

Are perfect depictions

Of how dangerous

Love truly is.

Hold me,

But hold me gently,

Because who knows?

I might stab you.

Love me,

But love me gingerly.

Because I'm not easy to.

~ asixnfr0g

#poetry #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #poetic #writers and poets #original poem #writing #writeblr #writer #poem #roses

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**TW: DESCRIBES AN ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP!!**

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"𝓔𝔂𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓶"

We are in the eye of the storm,

Caught in the middle of a hurricane.

But here we stand

Atop spinning ground.

We say nothing, smile,

As the rest of the earth

Pirouettes around us.

Your gaze meets mine

And mine meets yours.

And we seem...calm.

We seem...peaceful.

We seem...normal.

I listen to the screams and cries

From those who love us

Circle around

The sandy foundation

We've built.

When we got caught in the storm,

They went with us.

White noise.

Just white noise.

Yes, the same white noise

That keeps me up at night.

But can also put me to sleep

Like a lullaby.

White noise that

The screenwriters of my dreams

Take inspiration from.

"Based on a true story"

It reads behind my closed eyes.

Every night.

Every single night.

"What a nice day out," I say.

"Your hair blows nicely in this breeze," you remark, tucking the chunks of hair covering my face behind my ears. "If only there were a little sun."

"Here, I got this," I say, almost immediately, like it's some duty of mine, to reveal the light bulb from our first house from behind my pocket.

Isn't that what you're supposed to do:

Make sunshine when there is none?

When your lover can't?

Oh, but there is only one sun,

So scientists say?

No, no, I think they're wrong.

Of course sunshine

Was taken from the mind

Of Edison!

It's synthetic.

That's why we always

Have it with us,

Even when the power's cut.

You taught me that,

Your words exactly.

Gosh, you're so smart.

Maybe that's why

You constantly remind me

That you're better than me.

An empty lamp

Comes hurdling by

And I catch it

With my free hand.

I screw in the bulb,

And look, it still shines!

"There we go, much better," you approve, cyanide dripping from the corner of your mouth.

But it's so subtle

It almost blends in

With the rest of you.

Almost.

Suddenly, a weight

Tugs at the lamp

I am holding.

My mother?

What?

I thought she was gone a long time ago-

She calls my name: "Don't get married."

"Wha-"

"Don't get married! You saw what I had to go through, and I could never see you-"

Her grip is lost and she's back in the whirlpool.

Before I can react,

You grab my wrist and kiss me.

I think I'm immune to cyanide,

Because I see and hear nothing

But you in front of me.

And the voices had gone quiet.

Huh.

How strange.

It's almost like we were in a storm or something.

~ asixnfr0g

#poetry #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #poetic #writers and poets #original poem #poem #writing #writeblr #writer #abusive relationship #toxic relationship #eye of the storm #trauma poetry

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"𝓒𝓪𝓼𝓾𝓪𝓵"

I can't go back

To being casual with you.

Because nothing ever was.

Something always happened,

Something wrong,

Something right,

Something eyebrow-raising

That made me so confused

I fell for you anyway.

Something that made me

Cling onto our conversations

As if you'd run away

If I didn't reply fast enough.

As if you were some

Limited edition commodity

That turned to sand in my hands

As I held on.

Things were too special with you

For me to treat it

As anything less.

I'll always see you

As the could've-been,

The never-was,

And the maybe.

The way you'd talk to me,

How you'd make it look like

I was the only one in the world

You wanted to spend your time with.

Maybe even your life with.

How does that go for "just friends"?

I can't go back

To being casual with you.

As much as I'd like to.

Because from the start,

It seemed like

I wasn't to you.

~ asixnfr0g

#poetry #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #poetic #writers and poets #original poem #poem #writing #writeblr #writer #heartbreak poetry #casual #situationships

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I feel like people

Never truly become strangers.

Because strangers never met.

You can't ever take back

The part of yourself you gave

To someone else,

The things they know about you,

And the bite of your soul

They took and swallowed.

It's housed inside of them.

Made a nest inside of you.

You can't unknow.

You can't unfeel,

Untouch, unravel

Yourself from them.

You can burn pictures,

But the particles of smoke

Will remain in the atmosphere

And become part of the air

You breathe.

You can throw away their trash,

But it'll be recycled

Into someone else's treasure.

Possibly yours.

Even if one forgets,

The body will always remember.

~ asixnfr0g

#poetry #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #poetic #writers and poets #original poem #poem #writing #writeblr #writer

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ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱᴡᴏʀᴛʜ, "ᴛɪɴᴛᴜʀɴ ᴀʙʙᴇʏ"

#poetry #william wordsworth #tinturn abbey #poetry on tumblr #romantic poetry #romantic period

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When I look

Into your eyes,

It's like I've

Crash-landed on a

Rare planet.

Everyone recognizes it,

But I can't quite put my finger

On what its name is

Or where I've seen it before.

And then I go exploring.

I walk for a little,

Take steps around the new place.

I come across

A great, big lagoon

Right in the middle.

I get closer,

And it's hollow.

It's deep;

It goes down for miles.

(Maybe that's how Alice

Ended up in Wonderland:

By felling into you.)

I go to take a drink

And splash my face

With its warmth.

Winds blow steady on this planet,

Cooling my being.

And as I fall back

On the sandy surface floor,

I tell you to bury me here

If I die someday.

Bury me beneath

The dirt and the gold

Next to the oasis.

I'll never return to Earth.

Who would want to

After captured this way

By the ones who house

Such brown eyes?

~ asixnfr0g

#poetry #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #poetic #writers and poets #original poem #poem #writing #writeblr #writer #brown eyes #brown eye appreciation

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!! TW: MENTIONS OF ABUSE !!

It's called abuse

Because you were trusted

With hands, a tongue, and eyes,

But guide them to hurt.

Your free will is a gift

Turned into a weapon,

A way to get your say-so

No matter who it torments.

A fluid that fills any cups it's given.

Shape of man or shape of woman,

Abuse is power misplaced.

~ asixnfr0g

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Women are roses:

Beautiful, united,

And to be

Looked at with respect.

But hold her the wrong way,

Let her slip through your fingers once,

And it will draw blood.

Because remember,

She has thorns.

~ asixnfr0g

#poetry #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #poetic #writers and poets #original poem #poem #writing #writeblr #writer #women in poetry #women's poetry #roses

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"A Shirt Made of Fire", Vardges Petrosyan (translated by metamorphesque)

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It's a wonder

How I haven't

Earned myself a nosebleed

With my head

So high in the clouds.

~ asixnfr0g

#comedic poetry #not exactly poetry #head in the clouds #daydreamer #chronically delulu #writers of tumblr