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fixing-bad-posts · 8 months

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[Image description: A vocabularyclept poem. Every time the words "good art" appear, they are highlighted in green. Transcription is below.]

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good art sets off downward unstructured and obsessive wishes to destroy empower celebrate ugliness

good art hints at obfuscation, lies, resentment makes you feel weird clarifies the divine right to whining, coping, seething

good art confuses the mind spiral spiral spiral spiral faster

good art is a scam a drug metaphor essential momentum

good art a terrible duty join or burn

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A vocabularyclept poem is a poem which is formed by taking the words of an existing poem and rearranging them into a new work of literature. | original post

#fixingbadposts #fixing-bad-posts #vocabularyclept poem #vocabularyclept poetry #art making #good art #abstract poetry #magnet poetry #sometimes i try to be a real blackout poet i guess #earnest fbp

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jlmvision · 7 days

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i’ve been obsessed with this format of poem ever since i first read warsan shire’s ‘backwards,’ a piece where the second stanza is a repetition of the first in reverse. i love the idea that the exact same lines can mean entirely different things in the context of what came before and what comes after, and how this can shift mood and tone.

#poetry #poem #abstract poetry #insp. by warsan shire #black poets on tumblr #read this at brooklyn poets’ staff picks event opening for venus <3 #i’m trying to get away from such abstract pieces but i felt like this one deserved a nice debut #words #spilled words #spilled ink #poets on tumblr #poems on tumblr

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deweyedlikethedoes · 3 months

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all thoughts are like clouds;

do not ruminate on each

one that passes by.

#spilled ink #language #poets on tumblr #abstract poetry #poem #poetry #whisper girl #original poem #haiku poetry #original haiku #daily haiku #haiku poem #haiku #original writing #female writers #female poets #writers on tumblr

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exmeanswithout · 7 days

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chemical messenger

I'll describe myself for you in two words

"dopamine seeking"

can i blame this on my parents?

my dad apologized to me for inheriting his crazy

i don't mind.

to me manic just means in love with life

and theres no good reason i can't say no

and there's no good reason i can't stop

can i blame this on my parents?

i don't tell Devon this but

people want to be like people like us

they cosplay our crazy

but get scared by it's genuine face

can i blame this on my parents?

whether I'm up for thirty-six hours straight writing

or whether I'm in the backseat of a strangers car

there's something beautiful about madness

something lovely about being incurably me

can i blame this on my parents?

#poetry #poetryblr #poets of tumblr #queer poetry #abstract poetry #mental health

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starmothpress · 7 months

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Leaving a trail of hope for myself to follow

Care to join me?

Playful steps marked on paper

Tiptoe

#artist #dreamy #abstract art #ethereal #abstract #mixed media #collage #art journal #journal #sketchbook #poetry #abstract poetry #abstract collage #inner child #mental health #process art

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free-grandmaa · 23 days

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From birth

Sacrificed my only life

I don't recognize her

But she's doing all kinds of new things

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adhd-creativity · 1 year

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A poem I wrote about mushroom picking 🍄✨️

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skilasophia · 7 months

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Acts of Service, Pt.1

You're so annoying, I'll do anything for you: Stress about the romanticization of my public image; Stay hours after everyone leaves so you won't close alone; Attend every one of your events (max commute: 3 hours); Automate professional copy to assist with your interpersonal lack; Be the communal martyr for your passions; Cover your shift so you can fuck some guy (tears); Let you touch me even…

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fixing-bad-posts · 7 months

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[Image description: A cut-up poem. Transcript as follows, "old men fast in the kitchen / most are not well // most mean little to me // my head / my hate / are cooked and fashioned / like this southern meal / I believe I should be food / girls and women collect my corpse / feed on my body".]

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on: making feminist art from tradwife facebook memes

#fixingbadposts #fixing-bad-posts #cut-up poem #vocabularyclept poem #vocabularyclept poetry #art making #abstract poetry #magnet poetry #sometimes i try to be a real blackout poet i guess #earnest fbp

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villemel · 7 months

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Time travel

So little room has been left Into which we can manoeuvre Relative to this narrative Quantum shifting enabled Shyly taking a large order Knowing the power within Credibility might have suffered Many meaningless affirmations Not selected for invalidation Dissolve into insignificance Long-held oft-repeated position Caught in a web of lies How robust are these ideas Will they resist this test Surviving the fall from collapse

Now we turn to play the host Catalysing a chain reaction Travelling like lightening

Air evaporates mid motion Memories dragged from the past Robbing them of context

Times no longer inhabitable Further receded than it seems Yet now we reopen dilemmas.

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Exploring the complexities of time, memory, and reality, by delving into the enigmas of existence, questioning the robustness of ideas and beliefs . . . as we navigate quantum shifts and ethical dilemmas . . . what happens when reopening past wounds when time no longer holds its traditional meaning?

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deweyedlikethedoes · 27 days

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black maple,

wrapped in bolts and clamps and wires,

its smoky, earthy syrup contrasts

with mulberry,

cascading into different flowers,

its sweet, delectable berries;

i'll let you guess which tree i am.

one tree is beauty, soul and grace,

and all the inherent goodness in the world intertwined.

the other is entangled in only God knows what,

constant inner musings and machinery.

one tree is open,

more approachable, free.

while the other tree is not.

mulberry is prone to revelation,

whereas maple is drizzled in isolation.

bolts and clamps and wires have always made their home in my heart;

that's why when words lunge at me, i feel them as art.

though it unsettles you,

it is like a tart balm to me;

that is what makes us different,

two vast trees.

onlookers tap into my tree,

they sip the sap i mull upon.

i think they get more out of mulberry

than they do out of me,

and though we are different when we are chopped down,

i love you all the same.

#spilled ink #language #poets on tumblr #poem #abstract poetry #poetry #emotional poetry #whisper girl #original poem #dark poetry #nature

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exmeanswithout · 22 days

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there's a piece to the ship - it's piece full

last night i didn't sleep a bit

i feel as though my body is a sinking ship

like patching holes in hulls

something breaks add chemicals

Adderall in the morning at night alcohol

in between, caffeine and nicotine

top it off with something green

#poetry #poetryblr #poets of tumblr #abstract poetry #mental health

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starmothpress · 5 months

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#artist #dreamy #ethereal #abstract art #abstract #mixed media #collage #journal #art journal #sketchbook #poetry and art #abstract poetry #poetry #animism

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free-grandmaa · 2 months

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Now I know

What it feels like

To grieve and start anew

To leave the first you

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beepbeepdespair · 5 months

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ok so i saw this

and i hit the middle auto complete button many, many times and it created... what almost feels like poetry? so ive cleaned up some sections of it and turned them into poetry, here it is lmao

jesse, we need to turn my attention to you

and that's why I still have not been working with you on the beach café yet

and I can't fix the issue of a bee in my head, off the walls

your love and your love and joy and love your love and love and kisses, someone else

and you will be a disappointment.

the kind heart of your ribcage in a ditch someday

and I love it, so I see you

but I think we're going down with them on Sunday.

they will not be liable for their own bodies.

the future is a bit like a cat, and I can't fix it for a few days.

I love you, and that's a good thing for me to do.

I can't sleep on your bed.

if I become a universal man, and a daughter in the dark

a spooky little girl

and a daughter in a song, because she has no idea what is going down

and it's not perfect gold

and the future suicides in a box.

you can call me bella

#okay but why do i really like this???? i mean i did have to sort through a lot of bullshit to get this but still #reblogs encouraged #poetry #jesse we need to cook #breaking bad #breaking bad memes #autocomplete #abstract poetry #surreal poetry #beep beep poetry

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