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My new year’s resolution is recognizing that I would rather wait endlessly for an ethereal love than to waste even a second of my precious energy on someone who isnt worthy.
“man on the moon” represents my willing struggle to wait for that perfect connection.
My poetry anthology “Cosmic Hearts” is out everywhere & ready for a new year of spreading divine love 💖 visit arabellacrookeshaw.com for more info
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lavendcmbr · 6 months
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there are ruins in silk
and there is wonder in red moons
and bloody storms
setting off without so much as a trigger—
ugly, volatile, and loud.
there is wonder in soft fingers
but hard bones,
a crown of wool,
linen and silk,
wildfire windows, and
castle walls doomed to fall
beneath a woman's feet.
— assi
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cgcpoems · 2 years
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What I thought was forever was just last year. My body has attempted every rebellion at least twice. Like ice in a snowstorm, the future has solidified on the doorknobs. It asks me for the key. There's no way I'm making it out of here alive.
"I Can Tell It's Aquarius Season Because My Knuckles Are Splitting," by Caitlin Conlon
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meaningfall · 2 years
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Hi! I’m a queer biracial indie poet in Eastern Nebraska, and I have great news. The print version of My Body and I Share the Same Name is officially listed and available for preorder off Amazon and Bookbaby!
It’s a personal poetry collection with themes like, mental illness, trauma, queerness, religion, love, and relationships. It follows bits of my life from childhood to early adulthood, including abuse, relationships, queer coming of age, mental health struggles, eating disorders, suicide attempts, and ultimately: hope.
If you choose to purchase one and feel comfortable enough to give me an address, I’d absolutely love to send you a little thank you note with stickers and goodies! If not, that’s okay too. If you don’t have the funds right now or just don’t want to order one, reblogs would help so much and be greatly appreciated.
I’m so excited about this, and I hope anyone who reads it enjoys it!
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https://store.bookbaby.com/book/my-body-and-i-share-the-same-name
https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/166786159X/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1664228714&sr=8-1
Tags: @alexofasinfulnature @riddlemethispoetry @anotherliterallyuseless
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erieautumnskies · 7 months
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Burnt Coffee, original poem Ⓒ Claire Kroening ☕️
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persephoneshellhounds · 2 months
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I no longer recognize the ghosts of the poems I've written in my girlhood but my melancholia has always been a constant — so neurotic, it's almost romantic — from the pile of poems I lost more than ten years ago to my book, Persephone, Descending. 🤎✨
You may buy a copy directly from 8Letters Bookstore & Publishing website or from their Shopee page.
P.S.: God, I miss writing.
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starword · 5 months
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𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚏 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚃𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚕𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚠 𝚃𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟��� 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 “𝙸𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎! 𝙸𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎! 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎” 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚆𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚃𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚃𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙾𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝙾𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙱𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 “𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏! 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎” 𝚃𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚔𝚒𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜.
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honeyednotes · 8 months
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Baptism by Nature
the mid August sun sparkles through birch leaves overhead, cooled by the fluttering wind of shortening days
lake water sinks into my lungs as if to permeate my bloodstream, cleansing me from the inside out, turning murky red clear like an alpine river
this is my yearly baptism of the earth, sitting in the sun, swim heavy and full of tall, fresh air
I breath until I feel like myself again, let the sun burn it's claim into my skin until I believe I am alive again
it is a sensation I lose the farther I get from Valhalla, as if it bleeds from my fingertips out of the window into the breeze, a magic I cannot take with me
it belongs to the mesas and meadows, and though I will miss running my fingers through it, like the hair of a long-absent lover, I know I may at any time return to it
by Brie Thomson
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faecorpspublishing · 11 months
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Call For Submissions
This time we are looking for offbeat different romance stories. We want the romance to be perhaps written in a different genre…For example maybe a horror romance or a supernatural based one. We want more that the typical romance. But there should be a definite romance quality to the submission. We would like to see a good blend and the non- typical feel to the story. Poetry should be darker with…
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rheanna-starfall · 1 year
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My poem "Nyx"
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spagnolim · 6 months
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No matter whatsoever could be missing
Nor anywhere I will surprise myself uneasy
It is the thoroughly created details in which
I rejoice
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“energy”
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My energy is so addictive
A cosmic cocktail of stardust and seduction
Lips like rose filled valleys
Eyes like a mirage of endless oceans
And hands that hold an unknown soft power
Reminding you of a home that you can’t remember
I am an ethereal goddess
Hell bent on this earthly experience
Divine connection in my aura
I hold your gentle souls
From Arabella Crookeshaw’s Cosmic Hearts
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okwaits · 6 months
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ponzi scheme, OK Waits
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corraljulia · 3 months
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till I become her
she’s sometimes the only friend I have,
a friend that can’t be trusted, but still you can enjoy their presence
she’s everywhere I look, and yet she can’t be touched
she’s the emotional response grasped in the eye of the beholder
she’s the laughter throughout tears, a sigh that goes off unnoticed
she’s the darkest thought inside a jar of chaotic thoughts
and I love her,
I hope she’s somewhere between these crooked lines
I pray for her, I’m her devotee
I’m waiting for her as I’m sitting in her throne
‘cause she’s the only true meaning we can find in this tasteless, pointless, and yet linear disorder we often call life
it’s the rhyme through the verses, it’s the inescapable hug between two lovers
it’s the times we spent alone, quietly, wandering,
the trick is that you can only find her when you’re not looking for her
like some moon, she hides so every time you look at her she’s brighter, bigger, and even more divine
you can find her alone at night, when it’s just you and your thoughts filled with pride and misery
she’s kind to the unfortunate,
sometimes I find her between the light of the sun slightly embracing a lost cloud,
sometimes I find her within a memory of a friend who’s gone,
she’s like a love letter you find between a stack of lost papers, filled with dust and magic
she’s everywhere I look, like opposing magnets I can’t find her when I’m trying too hard to,
but she’s also where my eyes can’t reach
sometimes she’s the only friend I have, but we haven’t really met yet.
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erieautumnskies · 7 months
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Writer Things Bingo 📖
Inspired by @serenanymph at here! The rules are to click on this link to generate a board (feel free to click it again if you want a different one!) and then to fill it in. If you want to join in, go ahead!
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Missed checking off Indie Published – I have a poem appearing in Indie Earth Publishing's upcoming anthology The Spell Jar: Book of Shadows vol. 2. Highly recommend that you visit them over on Insta!
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persephoneshellhounds · 8 months
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"I inherited the sting of my mother's wounds — her madness and propensity for hurting. But not quite her bravery nor her capacity to carry such wounding weights."
Femininity meets madness in my second book, Persephone, Descending.  🤎✨Buy a copy for your girl dinner 💋 ₱380
🔗 bit.ly/PersephoneDescending_8letterssite 🔗 bit.ly/PersephoneDescending_Shopee 🔗 https://bit.ly/PersephoneDescending_Ebook
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