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frostallie · 15 hours

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flightless

I am a bird who cannot fly,though all my dreams are in the sky,but I shan’t let my hope decay,instead, I’ll find another way.

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wayfaringauthorofficial · 6 months

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I keep trying to run from the memories, from the person I hoped you would be because the truth is I fell for a boy disguised as a man that didn’t know that his girl had to be let down slowly before he ran away, so he left her standing on the corner, wishing on a cloud of dust that he might come back for her when the sun set again.

You’ve probably reinvented yourself a million times by now because it’s been years since I last saw you and you don’t seem to want to know me anymore, and you pay more attention to my sister than you ever did to me. But we had ourselves convinced, in some tiny corner of our hearts, that whatever chemistry we had had the power to turn into something real. You told me that was what you wanted for a minute. But I’ve stopped trying to convince myself that that was true. Because that’s not what you tell everyone else. It’s not the story you’ve decided to keep tucked in the back corner of your mind for a rainy day, when the world is crashing down around you and you need a five-minute remnant of that summer to get you through the night without tearing yourself apart.

Sometimes I turn down your street or I close my eyes And play the song we listened to time and time again, arms wrapped around my waist; lips pressed against mine as I drink in the taste of weed and Svedka, just a sip or two to forget the pain she heaped onto your shoulders without a second thought. I remember those nights we spent waiting for the shift to end, your hands traveling all over my body as your lips pressed against mine and the minutes passed more quickly than either of us wanted them to.

-The boy I'd break clocks for.

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ink-flavored · 29 days

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i wear women’s deodorant and men’s cologne i mix pink and blue to match my birthstone amethyst, creating a synthesis a dialectic speaking my singleness womanly chivalry and masculine grace a twist of the wrist that turns on its face bending borders into a threshold equal parts silver and gold i lead and i follow a solo in parts it’s hard pill to swallow if you’re scared of the arts i’ve never been more one than my two perhaps this will give you a breakthrough— the illusion that arose of oil and of water proves that opposition serves those opposed to the other as for me, i’ll keep my duality it beats a boxed-in, binary, banality

– bigender means

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kalavathiraj · 20 days

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It's easier to say no to work, to stay careless and lazy but a lot more difficult to act like an adult with responsibilities.

Kalavathi Raj, QUOTUS

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bottlecap-press · 5 months

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From Megan Minutillo Weiner's chapbook, The Poetry of Things, available from Bottlecap Press!

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cloudlessemptybrain · 8 months

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If you tell me

You are leaving

I will make it easier

I won't utter a goodbye

Or even cry a tear

Maybe a non-chalant alright

I'll show you I don't care

I will move to a new life

New books, new movies

New people and new bars

And I'll laugh, and I'll dance

Whenever you pass by

I'll imprison what I feel

If my heart ever decides to bleed

Just so you never regret

Your decision

So if you tell me

you are leaving

I will tell you we are fine

I'll make sure you forget me

You were never mine

If you tell me

You are leaving

I'll disappear

I will make it easier

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holeinthehedgerow · 1 month

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I Once Was in Love With my Bank Teller.

I once was in love with my bank teller.

Her name was Jules.

That’s what her name tag said.

Jules.

Such a beautiful name.

Jules.

Like the units for electricity, “joules”.

Didn’t know much about her,

Apart from that her name was Jules,

But I was in love with the idea of being in love

With the person I liked to imagine she was.

And she was,

Jules.

My imagination was vivid

How adorable our first meeting would be.

It would be a crisp autumn day.

We’d both be walking towards each other,

Us both dodging left,

Then dodging right,

Then left again,

Only to collide through our shared mistakes.

Her armful of books would go flying

Scatting the leaf littered street.

We’d both pick up the same book,

Begin an adorable game of tug-of-war.

And then we’d both look up

Let the book fall,

Love at first sight. Soulmates forever.

While standing in line at the bank,

Montages would play behind my eyes,

And lifetimes would flash before them.

Us going on our first date,

Meeting each other’s parents,

Burning our thanksgiving turkey.

Her dressed as a witch handing out candy on Halloween.

Arguing over the color of the birdhouse we’d one day paint-

Me wanting brown, her wanting blue,

Me painting it blue.

Then us dying side by side seconds apart.

One day I happened to see her driving by.

I lifted my hand to wave as she went.

I got soaked by a puddle as she passed.

I watched her drive away,

With my hand still in the air.

That’s when I recognized how unrecognizable I was.

I realized I didn’t know anything about Jules.

Except that her name was Jules,

And she was a bank teller.

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inadvertently-writing · 1 month

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the human element

the calm before the storm...

wait for it...

I can feel it...

come on...

it's been calm too long...

where the hell is the storm?

by @inadvertently-writing©

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existential-celestial · 1 year

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what sleep do we open our eyes in

for every grief that wakes us?

what kind of gethsemane

pries open a heart of rock?

the ground receives every crawling,

every back bowed down witnessing

every possible firmament—

perhaps, we perceive

What perceives us.

perhaps, we are present

in the Presence

that precedes us.

no. 050923 | j. p. berame

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lettersandinkstains · 1 year

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it's weird how when people die, time carries on

it's weird how we move forward, one foot in front of the other

generalized condolences, fake smiles and worry, loose ties and "you have to move on."

it's weird how i see you in reflections and mirrors and dreams

it's weird how you fit into the spaces of me - one half you, one half me

it's weird how how when you died, time carried

and you left spaces of you in me that i cannot fill

and it's time has moved on and i still find you in places you shouldn't exist

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frostallie · 7 days

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april

Like many who are born in spring, I want to live life in full bloom. If to my petals, snow should cling, I shan’t succumb to wintry doom. The rain shall tumble from the sky, but beneath it I shall grow, even through grey skies, my hopes still fly, Til golden sun sets them aglow.

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wayfaringauthorofficial · 6 months

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He watches me as I type away, gaze steady and unblinking. I feel my heart begin to race, cold sweat like needles as it pools on my neck. I want to reach behind, cleanse myself of the mess, but something keeps me frozen in place, afraid to move. Afraid that one sign of weakness will give him time to pounce, whisking me away from my little hideaway forever. Because I told him ‘no’ again, and he’s never been known to accept that as an answer. \

Back against the wall, hands slipped into pockets. Eyes like flames and always trained me. He can’t tell that my hands are shaking, neck drenched in ice cold sweat. He wouldn’t even care if he did. He wants me, right here and right now. All to himself. Forever. And I knew he would come, knew that he’d return to take me to what he claims is my home, the one we have to share together. Except he’s wrong, and I don’t belong there. I don’t belong locked away. I am not his bird. He will not cage me.

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***I'll post the full story later. It's not quite done, but I had a few hours off work and I like where this is going so far.

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ink-flavored · 4 days

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Magnet Monday Week 38: Marble

use this as inspiration to smash a statue or something

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[Ko-Fi] [Magnet Monday]

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Marble

decorate my marble body

with dirt and ceremony

sit by all my art

and smash the porcelain

a broken arm presents

a silence

as cool and strong

as your concrete

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janthewriter · 3 months

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Hope

not many things can keep me moving forward

in this life

that i call entrapment

my mind usually takes a stroll

down the wrong path

of endless foraging

the one true thing that does keep me going

is hope

anytime i want to let go

to just give up

hope keeps me going

but sometimes, i feel like hope is my enemy

always having a hold on me

never letting me go

~j.u.

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bottlecap-press · 9 months

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From andres tello's chapbook, and whatnot, available from Bottlecap Press!

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abbieswriteblr · 6 months

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Bibliophile

(by @abbieswriteblr)

I remain next to you like a shadow,

In exile, pleading for a passing glance.

Haunted by the ghosts of your afterglow,

These hallways used to sing songs of romance.

This once-novel love has become hostile,

I could analyze your words for ages.

In truth, I admit, I'm a bibliophile,

Looking for confessions in blank spaces.

Someday these pages will begin to turn,

Until then, I carry this grief alone.

You will be another lesson I can learn,

One about glass houses and tossing stones.

In your heart, you’ll know that it’s time to leave,

When the silence feels like good company.

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