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rowandarling · 1 month

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and what of the little orange tufted sunbird?

was it not she who protested most vehemently

when you clipped her wings and bound her feet?

still you clamp shut her beak

as if she had nothing to speak

and tear her children far from her reach

her husband's head bobs in the stream

as her mother's bones rot in the street

yet with a torn throat she will scream

"from the river to the sea,

palestine will be free."

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rowandarling · 1 month

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the angel in the marble calls to me

yearns to wrap me in her cold embrace

in her soft crooning voice, she sings

“you will be enough for me,

as i will be for you”

“but miss, i do not yearn for death.

your request i must deny.”

“such life! astounding waste of breath.”

came her reply

on this, we cannot see eye to eye

her love held nothing but demise

so i draped her with a porcelain cloth

and bid my angel in the marble goodnight

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rowandarling · 3 months

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i am still waiting to be loved

i will sit here until my roots

fester and rot, yearning

for the sunlight to reach me

#letters i’ll never send #spilled ink #poetry #literature #short poem #writing #original poem #poems on tumblr #i love you #love #poem #plants #academia #romantic academia #light academia #dark academia #writers on tumblr #original poetry #my art

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rowandarling · 4 months

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i don’t know how we got here

but when the snow melts

i hope you’ll return to me

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rowandarling · 5 months

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I need to find away to hand out digital cookies (not the evil data stealing website ones but actual food.) You get one as soon as I do.

🍪🍪🍪

thank you for the cookies ! have some cake in return

🍰🍰🍰

#rowan rambles

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rowandarling · 5 months

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it’s a quiet sort of tragedy

to feel the time slip away

the ghost of your hand is letting go

and your warmth is a distant memory

you’ve gone so far

yet i am right where you left me

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rowandarling · 5 months

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there’s this loose piece of thread in me

tucked in the marrows of my bones

it’s hooked itself onto you

taking a bit of me

as you drift

further

and

further

away from me

these days i find myself

unraveling, fraying, dissolving

running out of words, out of time, so

for my sake, i’ll sever the string binding us

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rowandarling · 6 months

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Do you have an instagram that you post your poetry on? I’d love to support, but I’m not on this app much :)

unfortunately, i do not </3 maybe one day though !

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rowandarling · 6 months

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the ink bled.

but why do we call it that? bleeding,

as if the

act of leaving yourself on another thing

is an act

of violence. an atrocity.

so then, when

i hear a piece of you in my voice, and feel like mourning

afraid it

might be the only thing of you i

keep with me

is that the aftermath of bloodshed?

#spilled ink #poetry #literature #short poem #original poem #poems on tumblr #writing

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rowandarling · 6 months

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my fav author ever <3

it's arms stretch across the deep, a newborn god.

expanding, a great one

sings of its home all in its lonesome

its noise was made known to me, and i wept for it i entered the water.

#spilled ink #octopus #literature #short poem #poetry #original poem #ocean #marine biology #marine life #poems on tumblr #writing

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rowandarling · 6 months

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the moon cannot love the sun

not in a way that matters

after all, what can you offer

to someone who has it all ?

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rowandarling · 6 months

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in this world of 8 billion stars

you crashed into me too hard

leaving just as fast

without a trace

and now i’m left mourning

for a piece of your light

that i’ll never have again

#poetry #writing #spilled ink #stars #literature #love #i love you #original poem #poems on tumblr #short poem #i’m feeling oh so miserable #art

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