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#dumb poetry
ramyeongif · 1 month
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That’s it, that’s the list. / So the next time you find yourself chucking away these poor vegetables, who lived and died just to exist in your fridge and never consumed for their true existential meaning, try these three tips: pickle, freeze and grow.
Lucy Dan ([IG, Medium, TWT]: @ramyeonjpg)
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planetary-wolf · 7 months
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i kissed an empty can of tea; wishing it was somehow you. the sweetness, nigh comparable, the happiness, so brightly lived. what can i do to heal my love? so far away, so out of reach. and keep you with me long enough, to replace this tea with your handsome lips.
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dumbwizardwithapencil · 9 months
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I feel dead,
Like a zombie.
Like a weighted blanket is covered over my head.
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"I am the most glamorous unglamorous man i have ever met,
Like a very bedazzled rat, but the child who did it was god."
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unfortunatesoul · 2 years
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My love for you is like
Butterflies in my chest
But each wing, a razor's edge
And each flap stings, slashes
Each slash a reminder
That love is painful, a foolish endeavor
That only ever ends with me cut up and raw
My chest a bloody gash from all those butterflies you left trapped, forgotten
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vico-stardust · 1 year
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Things are only good when they're good
Bad when they're bad
This black and white thinking
Surely will drive me mad
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faerieinferngully · 1 year
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cigarette smoke will always be so comforting to me
it was there for me when nobody else was, caressing my cheek and mixing with my tears
it filled my lungs so i didnt have to breathe
the fire from my lighter kept me warm when everyone else left me in the cold by myself
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ephemeral-hiraeths · 1 year
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I was such fool
To think we could have worked,
You were a fool too,
As you'd catch me as I fall.
Couldn't you have walked away?
Out of my way?
But you chose to stay.
You chose to stay...
You’re such a fool too,
Aren't you?
Because we knew…
We'd be left with-
Teardrop stains on bits of rose petals,
Broken “I love you’s” and crumpled love letters,
But dont worry darling, don’t you cry,
You get over a girl like me in a nick of time….
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acannedsummer · 2 years
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ennui333 · 1 year
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When your tummy feels wobbly, a silly poem
My tummy is not hungry
Nor is it grumbly
It simply feels wobbly.
Nausea, nay
Diarrhea, I hardly know her
Puke, as likely as a nuke
Simple wobbles are my troubles.
No pill I can take
No deposit I can make
And no smile I can fake
Can cure me of my wobbly woes.
So I sit
In my desolate room
No lights
No music
Just wobbles
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ramyeongif · 4 months
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I don’t have an elbow . I have a yellbow that I only notice when I bang my elbow against something and . yell.
#poetry
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copiumm · 8 months
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I miss the person I was when I was hopeful.
When things looked like they would be OK again and
I could live my life the way I had imagined it in my head.
I miss the person I was when I was trusting.
When it seemed that, someday, I wouldn’t be alone anymore and
I could live my life the way I had imagined it in my head.
I miss the person I was before I am who I am now.
When things were easy and everything was promising.
When I had hope for the world and things didn’t seem so grim and
I could live my life the way I had imagined it in my head.
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thots-to-the-void · 8 months
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fi, fei, fo, fum
my best friend is like
really dumb
(i love them)
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dollsiies · 9 months
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Le silence me rend folle
Alors que vous ronronner dans votre lit
Je réfléchis à la vie
(lol)
M.
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dippietheham · 9 months
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I sit by the fire and I wonder, About everything that's gone before. Good and bad, happy or sad, It doesn't seem to matter anymore.
I feel the warmth and spread my hands, My heart pumps gently, my lungs expand. It feels so good to be alive. The here, the now, the present calls.
Crackling flames and rising smoke, Shimmering heat in orange clothes. Continued wonder that something small Can be the source of wonders all.
My memories arise, spin, spiral, Flashes of colour in the flames. Each one vanishes with the rising Heat that cleanses, shrivels, claims.
Now I sit here and gently ponder, The greatest question of them all, Why I'm sitting next to this fire, In my home that has no fireplace.
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