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ipoetried · 4 months
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to be human is to create - dec.8 2023
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honey-reads · 2 years
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There are days when you feel like giving up packing up, your pieces at that altar of despair I am heading back home, you defeatedly declare.
https://medium.com/ipoetry/where-crossroads-meet-d3b018e76cf0
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frequen-seas · 4 years
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I know it’s just timing
Right now, having someone in your life is not a priority for you
I know this has nothing to do with me or my self-worth
It’s not because I’m not enough
Nothing I could’ve done would’ve made you stay
Yet it still hurts just the same
- bittersweet endings / @frequen-seas
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ilexiswrites · 4 years
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kaylareverie · 6 years
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Lights are on, So are these thoughts. Thinking of freedom, And how it might cost.
The ceiling of thy mind, Receives every heat. Yet I wanted to unwind, Craving every single beat.
The walls start to get closer, We mustn’t flinch nor bother. The dark slowly rise and wander, Halt the past of smother.
Lights are switched off, And when it comes to fears. I’m thankful I mastered, Controlling these tears.
—k.s.
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sleepy-brat · 6 years
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I know you never meant to let a poet fall in love with you
You never wanted every word you said to be memorialized
Because “i want you” meant so much more than you ever knew
And love is so much more than just a word-
Its a string of feelings and memories and love was never meant to have an end
So please dont let this end
It feels like a knife sliding down my throat
and it feels like youre telling me you never loved me at all
“Leave me alone” sounds more like “i wish i never met you”
And once youve said it god knows you can never take it back
And i never forget
I never let go
I hold everything you said to me inside, in my writing
You have to be careful what you say to me
And i have to be careful with how much i give to you
Because once i give it i can never get it back
And maybe thats why i only ever told you how i felt through rhymes and rhythms
I know it must be frustrating
Maybe even annoying
To always be in the dark
I only leave vague clues of my emotions and tell you something different every day
Because my emotions are all over the paper
A poet can never be sane
A poet can never be anything but honest-
Poetry doesnt sit right when theres no blood or sweat or tears poured into it
And i think im being kind-
Holding your promises and secrets up and comparing them to the galaxies in the sky and the deep colors in the flowers you might sometimes miss
I take everything you give me and i make it my own
Threading your words onto my sleeve and saying
“Look everyone! Look at the masterpiece i created!”
And it must make you uneasy
Vulnerable, even
And if i could write you a poem i knew you’d read it’d start and end with “I’m sorry”
Because i know this isnt what you wanted
Maybe its not what i wanted, either
I never asked to cling to your words and lock them so deep within myself it sometimes hurts
I dont get to tell you that it fucking hurts
I only tell you about the beauty and the gentle waves of emotion-
Poetry doesnt sit right when theres no blood or sweat or tears poured into it
People like me always think too much, love too hard
And when a poet falls in love with you
Your words will never die
Even when you want nothing more than for them to die
But here i am again,
Repeating the things i’ve said a million times
Taking your words and pulling them apart and sugar coating them
Even if only for myself
And maybe i won’t ever tell you i love you again
Because you’ll take it the wrong way-
You won’t understand that a poet never truly falls out of love
And i’m afraid you’d say you love me, too
Because i’ll take it the wrong way-
I never understood how someone could be in love and still walk away
But here i am again-
Recounting the stars in your eyes and reliving all the times your lips touched mine
And you’re pretending it never happened.
Pretending you and i never existed,
Pretending i never came into your life, like you never wanted someone to feel this way about you,
And fuck, maybe you never did.
Maybe this is me coming to terms with that.
And i know you never meant for a poet to fall in love with you
But i’ll never stop being a poet
And i’ll never stop remembering the horrible way you left things
Or how easily we fit together
Or all the blood and sweat and tears that came in between
I’m sorry i managed to be too much and not enough all at once- too much fury and fight but never enough compassion or sympathy for the way i affected you
I’m sorry it took until now for me to realize i was affecting you, too
You’ll always be the kind of person to sweep this under the rug-
I always envied how easily you could look the other way-
And i’ll always be the kind of person to see through rose colored glasses
And i know i said i’d move on,
And, i promise, i have
I’m sorry you will continue to live through my writing
I know you don’t want to be held accountable for everything you never really meant
And i know you never meant to lie-
It’s just that a poet can never be anything but honest,
So no, i won’t forget.
I’m sorry you let a poet fall in love with you.
(inspired by this)
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I’ve been following Karys for over 3 years? Maybe more? So of course when I see she released a book of her amazing poems, I had to go buy it the moment my bank account allowed me to. @ipoetried congratulations! Seriously!
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haleyincarnate · 7 years
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RAISE YOUR HAND IF YOU HAVE FELT LIKE THIS (k.p.k) by @ipoetried​
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writteninjoy2 · 7 years
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My Tumblr Crushes:
bcourchaine
jayarrarr
purplemonkeysexgod69
ipoetried
tafkas77
deliciousinterludes
ryanwithlions
poeticallyprofound
lovejolynnblr
these are blogs I’ve recently visited, not just seen on the dashboard/home.
anytime you see a crush list, you might check them out.
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jsydbrantley · 6 years
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messages over time
jennie: call me back
a few years later...
jennie: can you text me, i’m busy?
a few years later...
jennie: i’ll text ya later...
my last text message
jennie: who is this?
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sojc123 · 5 years
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Poem: "4th Piece." I was unsure weather I should post this one. #poem #poetry #poetryverses #poetryofinsta #poetrylover #confessional #religious #religiousundertones #ipoetry #poetry #sexuality #poetryig #poetrycommunityofinstagram #poetrycommunity #poetrybox1 #poetryisnotdead #poetrylife #poetrycommunityofig #ipoet #poetrygram #gay #literature #comingofage #writingprompts #poetrydaily #dailypoems #blackpoet #admission #poetryisart #poetry_addicts https://www.instagram.com/p/BpmTBQmlosk/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=nbkb1hrljcsh
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ipoetried · 1 year
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Her mother, too. (K.P.K)
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helloliriels · 3 years
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"I wish you were still just a human to me,
I don't want to look at you and see poetry" - K. P. K. @ipoetried
@johnlocky @arwamachine @ohlooktheresabee @randomwordsonpaper @fluffbyday-smutbynight @totallysilvergirl@sherlockedcarmilla @khorazir @johnlockfanart @raina-at
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heartlessqueen · 4 years
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hello there I rly resonated w everything u wrote in ur zine n it inspired me to finally express myself through one as well I was hoping u had other zines already but u do not :( I hope u do indeed make more one day!! however I was wondering if there was anyone who inspired YOU even poetry acts n such that resonate w you I just rly like what u appreciate thank u have a gr8 nite
hi! first of all thank you very much!! and i love it when i inspire other people to make art because i feel like expressing yourself somehow is a necessity. 
for the zines, i’ve actually made two more in the past (not counting zines i’ve made as presents for friends): this one i made back in 2016 when i had started seeing a therapist and this other one i made a couple of years ago if you’d like to check them out! while currently i’m working on an art journaling guide (which i guess could also be considered a zine) and i’m debating whether or not to make a zine that’s a collection of poetry and collages, or maybe poetry and photographs
as for inspiration, i love artists that make confessional art and poetry such as jenny holzer and sylvia plath! some of my favourite poets are andrea gibson, warsan shire, richard siken, ocean vuong, trista mateer and slam poetry in general (not my country’s scene because i gave it a try and i absolutely hated it though). i also enjoy allen ginsberg, adrienne rich and walt whitman
other artists or writers that inspire me are, in no particular order,
@demiiwhiffin @candiedspit @antigoneblue @julykings @anastasiatasou @heavensghost @ohbutwebestmakepeacewithit @oozins @hel7l7-art @volcanicpoetry @starslike-lullabies @abigailkart @preschooldr0pout @margot-terc @cartomaniac @haleyincarnate @jomcitrus @refiningfire @etoilefragile @createjam @ipoetried @sometimestuesday @peytonfulford @celestemidori @oliviabeephoto @coltre @lora-mathis @kriewitz @whatriverrunsdeeperthanthis
(some of them don’t use tumblr anymore/moved to twitter)
and a lot more people that i’m surely forgetting about!!
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garrickstyles · 4 years
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@poems-and-word @poetic @poemswords @i-wrotethisforme @ipoetried @inspirepositivity
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"Karma"
I Thought I could. Unrun you
I thought I could out gun
But boy was I wrong
Kharma I underestimated you
My calculations were slightly off
I thought you forgot about me
At least I hope you would have
But you came to collect
On my unpaid debts
I have no choice but to accept
All the bad things I did
It was only a matter of time
Until it caught up with me
There isn't any point of pointing the finger
This one is all on me .....
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kaylareverie · 6 years
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It has always been a quote By teenagers today Missing the play boat Being silly everyday
Everything was sunshine and rainbows Scared of the dark and sometimes crows Nonetheless, smiles never faded The line to slides is all that we once waited
“I miss being young” “I miss being a child” When it had always been just pastels and anything mild But why is it only terror that I remember? Did they had a childhood that was better?
At the age of 2, you memorize the infos At the age of 5, you start getting memos Age 7, clothes are controlled Age 11, even the places you go are told
Strict curfews and indoor games Stepping outside and all the fun goes to flames The night makes a sound and locks were made Youth inside me starts to fade
—k.s.
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