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lttledog · 3 months
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Piano Lesson by Richard Siken
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nollthere · 10 days
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Available now. Read some selected poems here: https://tinyurl.com/poems1238 and if you like them, you can buy them here: https://tinyurl.com/getsomepoems
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mikk-writes · 1 year
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smooth like honey // m.k.c
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bellsandstars · 2 months
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run don’t walk
going absolutely (what is a word more absolute than absolutely?) insane because i am so horrifically (what is a word more horrific than horrifically?) alone.
i don’t have the words to describe it so it sits inside of me like a bomb. the timer has been ticking for 18 1/2 years, i haven’t figured out how to disarm it yet and i fear it’s about to explode.
it’s my problem, no one else’s. but i am stricken with envy and red grief when i meet someone who has disarmed theirs.
how did you do it? how did you figure it out when i can’t? what’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with me? What Is Wrong With Me? ive had almost two decades to figure it out and i just.
cant.
i break mirrors, i waste money, i fall asleep to my own frantic breathing. i drink vodka, i change my sheets, i mourn a loss ive never felt. i cut my hair, i throw out my food, i scream to no one who listens.
i’m too obsessed with being happy, being perfect, being better. everything about me is carefully orchestrated badly.
i lie in between the lines of every sentence, making my bed in the unsaid daggers. i can never tell if anything anyone has ever said is beautiful prose or cloaked poison.
are there still beautiful things? am i beautiful person? do you promise? am i still good enough to use, if not to love? has some part of me ever been perfect?
i shout from the overpass, i yell at the wind, a singular question that has haunted me since i figured out what a question was:
what is wrong with me?
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mydialect · 1 year
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How to Write a Suicide Note
Step 1: Get a piece of paper, or a note book, depending on how much you have to say.
Step 2: Grab your writing instrument. I don’t recommend markers, crayons or colored pencils.
Step 3: Pour your hearts out. Let everyone know what has been happening in your head and everything you feel is wrong in your life.
Step 4: Think about their faces while they read it.
Will your dad be able to survive this heartache? Can he identify your face without crying?
What about your cat? She will have no where to go. No one who knows her favorite food and when she gets fed. What will she do immediately after your death? Will cats actually eat their owners?
Your parents have been divorced for 10 years this will be the third time they have been in the same room since then. First was for your suicide attempt, second was for your hospitalization, last will be your success.
Do you dress nice for it? Make sure your body is pretty one last time? Don’t wear that dress that your step sister likes, you want to keep it safe enough to give it to her after. What about your birthday dress? You won’t live to see it anyways so whats the issue. Or do you want to be comfortable? Pjs and a hoodie. But what if blood covers the matching hoodie that you and your friend have?
How are you gonna do it? You're too hesitant with a knife. And you don’t want to make a big mess for whoever finds you to deal with. Too scared that taking pills is going to fail and you will just wake up again and have to keep moving forward. A noose would require you to get rope. What rope would you even use? Do you splurge for nylon or get the cheap inexpensive rope that makes your skin crawl?
Does your comfort even matter here? Its not like your whole life hasnt been hell anyways, why would you care about your own feelings now?
Is suicide the time to be selfish? Do you finally have permission to worry only about yourself? Or should you keep caring about others even while begging for deaths door?
Step 5: Fail again, give up or wake up the next morning covered in your own bodily fluids.
Step 6: Cry. Whether for yourself or others, you will cry.
Step 7: Go to class, or work, or home. Just keep moving on.
Step 8: Go to step 1 next time it is needed.
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marinavarshavskaia · 1 month
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anger can ricochet
you ain’t lucky enough to be on my side
but you still make me feel like i have to hide
don’t you know, don’t you see? i was born to shine
whenever i cross or don’t cross the line
whenever i’m vulnerable or in control
whenever i run or withstand the fall
cause how can you own me when i’m on my own?
what to lean upon? you have no backbone
you act like a teacher i’ve never liked
you act like you’re rude only out of spite
and you’d rather die than keep your own word
until i’m no longer upset and concerned
until i’m no longer resentful and hurt
have you heard? ain’t the second and ain’t the third
if i’m not number one then i’m probably gone
if it’s done, then it’s done, you won’t get what you want
have you heard? i can still reconstruct your fate
it’s not gonna feel nice, it’s not gonna look great
a mistake you regret, but the one that you’ve made
ain’t it funny how anger can ricochet?
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justkenz · 1 year
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My Book is now available to the world😊🤍
Hello beautiful humans! I hope that your week is going well! I have some very exciting news to share with all of you! My poetry book “Damaged Hearts Can Heal” is finally published and available on Amazon. It is self-published, so it will only be available through Amazon!
“Damaged Hearts Can Heal” is a journey showing how we go through traumas, heartbreaks, and other pain in life, but eventually, we learn to not let it consume us, and how to heal and let our hearts love again.
I have wanted to share this for a long time, but it took me a while to start healing some parts of me. Writing a book like this means being vulnerable with the world and yourself, and that can be scary! Now, I no longer fear the vulnerability or opinions that others may have about my words. This book isn’t just for me. This book is for anyone who needs a reminder that even though you go through terrible heart-wrenching things in life, you can heal and live your life again. It takes time, and healing is never easy, but you are strong, and worthy of healing and happiness.
So, I hope you enjoy my little poetry book, and please remember, you are never too damaged to heal.
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blackqueernotables · 1 year
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Patience Agbabi: poet and spoken word artist.
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write-owl · 8 months
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I'm me when I'm gone
I'm here but I'm not
I'm tired almost all of the time
I don't remember getting older
I still feel so much younger
Yet sometimes I forget I'm alive
Time passes and I forget
Keep forgetting and I won't be able to remember what I haven't forgotten yet
I'm sleeping but not dreaming
Dreaming while I'm walking
I just can't seem to wake up
Days spent lost in haze
Stumbling through
A mind-numbed daze
Nights spited searching for them
Before I know it
I'm gone again
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mementotori · 10 months
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🌹There is so much power in a kiss; energy being transferred from one to another with intentions of love, care, kindness, passion...
When I think of you and how you kiss me, how could I not be addicted?🌹
Poem by me!
Crystals used: rose quartz heart 🩷
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fixy8ed4xys · 2 years
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nollthere · 14 days
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Won't be long now... My debut chapbook of gay poetry about falling for the sound of cicadas, swamp Grindr, and hoping you're not a monster while stuck in a red state in the aftermath of a real monster's disasters. Out April 12 from Alien Buddha Press.
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junflower123 · 2 years
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She said she met a new guy
Of course, someone else gives her butterflies
What a surprise! (Not)
Someone else has caught her eye
At least he wouldn’t disappoint her family like I would
Hiding behind white picket fences makes being half in the closet less obvious
I don’t want to destroy the peace you could otherwise have…
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bellsandstars · 14 days
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you should’ve been scared of me leaving
are you still looking for where you went wrong?
is this a stain, a bruise, on you now that i’m gone?
i hope you can’t sleep because of what you did to me
i hope you can still see the imprint of me in your sheets
i hope this pain just burns you until youre out of breath
you’ll never be able to replace the hole that i left
my name is engraved on your bones, emblazoned on your skin
you can look in other beds, but you can never recover from this
my laugh is the ringing in your ears, you hear my voice in the dark
you see my shadow on the wall, my eyes are branded on your heart
you look for me in every face, try to ash the past in every tray
you pretend it’s me every night instead of your damn pillowcase
you fill your bed with my clones and your lungs with putrid smoke
you fill boxes with desolation and jars with empty hope
you sit in your destruction and pray to an unforgiving god
but divinity can’t save you from your storm now that i’m gone
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mydialect · 2 years
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I never thought I’d live past 11.
Watching my happiness click off with the TV after a late night episode of Scooby Doo hurt me in a way I have yet to recover from.
Having to tell my parents that their baby girl tried to kill herself forced everyone to be sad with me.
That was never the goal.
Growing out of that was so incredibly hard.
None of my peers understood what it was like to feel absolutely disgusted with yourself but never having the energy to do something about it.
Most of them still don’t know the sheer desperation of doing your best to have it be the bare minimum for everyone else.
I’m 18 now.
My happiness is not compared to that of a normal person.
When your whole life is shaped by childhood depression you never really learn how to function.
At my best, I cannot make my bed, nor brush my teeth every day, or sit in a room of people and simply exist.
Learning to take care of myself the best I can still elicits comments asking when the last time I had showered was,
Or why I sleep in my makeup.
The only thing driving me forwards is structure, I cannot give up on everything I am working towards.
Even though the thoughts of never being the age to reap those benefits haunts me.
I don’t think I’ll make it past 25.
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I want to melt into nothingness
I want to forget my existence ever plagued you
I want to be wanted
But that won't happened
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