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skylark-234 · 2 days

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painting-follow-heavy-east · 2 days

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acarwrotethisrice · 1 day

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Body horror

I am a cyborg because I’m disabled; metal and gears keep me up and moving

I am a vampire because I’m chronically ill; hungry for the life force coursing through people

I am a mummy because I’m disabled; all bandages holding together a failing body

I am a zombie because I’m disabled; all crawling dragging movements

I am disabled because I’m a human. I am a human because I’m disabled

my body is not horrifying so I am not body horror

#original poem #Cripple punk #people punk poetry #chronic illness #chronic pain #actually disabled #physically disabled #vent poetry #poetry #poem #poet #writing #physical disability #actually physically disabled #cripple #queer cripple #cripple shit

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badamlyanhua · 17 hours

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There was a time where I was searching for peace,

searching for freedom, searching for love.

I cried all day, I cried all night.

I prayed for something without knowing what it was.

I prayed, that I will be forgiven by someone

a greater power I didn't believe in,

but I deeply hoped that it exists

so if I don't forgive myself, at least someone, or something,

with all the qualities I liked,

someone who is all loving, forgiving or accepting

would love, forgive and accept me.

At the lowest of my time I decided to it was over,

I was exhausted.

I had nothing to live for.

I had nothing, lost everything I loved doing in the past.

I had no interests now.

Where did that lively soul go?

Will it return?

Out of luck, if it exists, my plans didn't go as I hoped they would go.

I was still here and it revealed itself to me.

It was always there, but I refused to see.

It was always talking to me but I refuse to listen.

It was always touching me on the deepest levels,

and I refuse to feel it.

How could I be so naïve?

How could I ignore the obvious?

How could I blindly look over it?

It has always been right in front of me, everything.

Yet, I had the audacity, the guts to go find excuses that would justify why things are the way they are, or rather, not how I wanted them to be.

I talked all day,

I complained all night.

this cycle repeated itself for the longest time.

There is just one thing I had to do

and that was to fall into silence and keep quiet.

To listen, to see, to feel,

without ears, without eyes, without touch.

- P

#poetry #original poem #poem #consciousness #awareness #beingness

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arseholism · 2 days

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The urge to be romantic, to nurture your beautiful soul..

Two broken lovers star crossed, together we feel whole..

The misogynistic attraction, and you’re all that I truly crave..

Like a master of pleasure, in love with his beautiful slave..

Everything is twisted, and these kaleidoscopic fantasies come alive..

You’re smiling, oh that sweetness, it’s fun to watch you thrive..

Whoever said love was hard? It courses like blood through my veins..

You’re everything that I want.. and I want you again and again..

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leechteethwrites · 14 hours

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a piece of something i wrote

#poetry #poets of tumblr #prose #writers on tumblr #poem #original poem #dark academia #light academia #i can go anywhere i want just not home #the tortured poets department #quotes #poetryblr #spilled poetry #spilled ink #home #spilled words #web weaving #web weave

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louudthoughts · 2 days

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you made me laugh,

even when my heart

was split in half.

you didn't sew it back together,

but you did better than the aggressor.

you made me believe in humanity,

even while i was losing my sanity.

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thepathetickind · 3 days

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your happiness is enough

by laurenmaerie

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deanepoetry · 2 days

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It calls to mine.

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poemsonmars · 10 hours

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i don't want to

want her anymore.

i am tired of

breaking my own heart.

i spend all of my days

wishing she was mine

and all of my nights

hoping she never finds out.

i guess this is my curse;

unrequited love,

unreciprocated desire.

it consumes me whole.

it always has.

i am nothing if not a fool.

-mars

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tomieyamazaki · 3 days

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“She couldn’t hurt me,

but with the mere turn of a finger, I’d drop to my once mighty knee.

She couldn’t bestow a single scratch on me, yet was able to

pose irresistible, burning,

adjourn; distraction

to my chaos; immoral destruction.

Hell, She couldn’t even do anything

except emit me her absence,

Her silence,

Her frown; deadly yet sweet,

which were the worst punishments to a man so dead beat.

I deserved hell, I admit that.

And I’d rightfully go to that demonic prison after death,

I’d bow, lay my life forward, for Her to sway away my last breath,

as one moment away from Her was worse than the aching catastrophe my soul awaits,

if it meant I wouldn’t get to live without kneeling by Her presence.

Oh what I’d give, to have met Her in adolescence;

to live life

entirely

by Her chords,

have Her tug every thought, every string, with her mere words,

that emerged me into a wretched monster

into whatever set forth the slightest peck of Her smile.

She is everything, the kind queen to the most corrupt, vindictive unworthy king.

Send me to hell a thousand times, burn every inch of my body, force me to praise the gods I hate,

but never dare show me a frown on Her face

unless it is slaughter you await.

Because then,

I’d challenge god himself,

I’d ravage the world for wronging Her,

myself.

Every single life of mine, I’d shatter every floor that caused her a falter of her shine,

every mirror that spoke ill to Her,

every soul that dared gaze of Her.

I was in no position to be considered king; pathetic, corrupt, careless, a man due for punishment.

And though I’d never be a king,

She was still my queen,

and during my pathetic stance,

She could restrain my reckless sin with just a glance.

Words cannot describe Her,

paint cannot portray Her,

revenge cannot avenge Her,

and no man worthy of protecting Her with every once of his being, fighting until his body gives away but his soul forever persists,

but me, exists;

foolish nothing that turns into something through Her mere acknowledgement.

I am because of Her.

I will for Her.

I exist solely through Her.

She wasn’t the bane or center of my existence,

She was the anchor to it.

She was it.

I am a being molded of whatever is left of Her.

A villain and the epitome of kindness; in no world are we to be.

In no mind, shall our goals aline;

Hers of spreading love, everything good,

mine of eyes twitching with ruthless revenge, every sin of mine carried a gory stench.

I exhale revenge and inhale Her.

A villain and his unknowing queen; in no life shall I let Her go

from igniting up an impossible shine

in the pitch black heart of mine; She made a home.

She wasn’t the object of my desires, She was what kept me from them; the hushing water to my cruel fires.

And, for the world, that was good.”

— Tomie Yamazaki, Queen To A menace, 2024.

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coffeexxcigarettes · 3 days

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Introvert

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Better to be alone.

Sometimes.

Like overfilling a cup

With water.

Pushing the mess around

With a soaking towel.

Exhausted.

To no end.

Silence,

Laced with freedom.

x

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aslisjournal · 3 days

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— If you ever wonder why our conversations are short, I simply do not have the capacity

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mof17 · 2 days

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3rd life anniversary

there’s a second drawing with TW: Blood

below

////////////////////////// TW: BLOOOD

also here’s a bonus poem:

4/20/24

Red flower petals soon turn to blood

Is our friendship done?

The blood on my face is stained onto your hands

But you look beautiful anyway, it’s all I look at as I fade into the grains of sand

For I will become apart of the desert

For I will become your worst memories

For I will rot next to cacti

For I will never win

But you my dear, will always win

But in your eyes, it’s such sin

Stay in the desert with me, unless you cannot

Return to life, as I rot

After all, we’re only just trapped in this box

Of blue lines and cursed fate

So let me get this straight

We’re only here from your little, oh little, just tiny, mistake

That you made and sealed the deal

To keep our friendship, to keep your promise

Oh how we both we so dishonest

It was me that was supposed to take your life

For why are you taking mine?

For it is all I can give.

My poppy, live.

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halfapoet · 3 days

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I hope you find happiness. I hope you meet a beautiful woman and fall in love. I hope she loves you to death. I hope she doesn't share a single quality with me.

#quotes #dark academia #poetry #original poem #love #dark academia literature #love quotes #classic literature #life #life quotes

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arseholism · 3 days

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Anger raging like a fiery inferno, as I hesitantly walked away.

An unequivocal reminder of how terribly I would burn if I chose to stay!

Threats of self-destruction, pleas of misery, spewed like venom as fangs were bared..

If only you had chosen to love me, to treasure me, I may have slightly cared.

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