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jamerasjournal · 7 months

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Here we are, bound by a string that goes out of my heart and into yours, made of two souls twisted into one. I so often forget that you’ve been on this earthly side 10 years longer than I have. You, quiet and stoic, and me stumbling behind you, grasping for your coat tails asking questions that you always seem to have an answer for. When we first met I used to think that eventually you’d get tired of me. But if patience is a virtue, you truly are the most virtuous of us all. You’re still here.

You have one of the most beautiful hearts I’ve ever been blessed to hold. I didn’t know a chilly November night would bring me someone that would stick by my side the way you have. Everyone who knows us can feel how deeply we love each other. So deep, that many people aren’t even able to comprehend it. But we do. I moved 1000 miles away from home and the first gift Utah gave me was you. How you showed up exactly as I needed you to. It doesn’t make sense how we get on each others last nerve, but can’t stand being apart. How if we haven’t seen each other in 72 hours it feels like a puzzle piece is missing. Who else can I talk to through the sky? How intricately connected do you have to be to be able to feel each others vibrational frequencies. The way we can say, “I need you.” without a single word dropping from our lips. And yet, we always answer the call.

You’ve taught me that I don’t always have to speak, sometimes all I need to do is show up. In every season, in every storm. I’ve watched you transition from she to they. Watched the hair grow on your legs, I’ve watched your eyes light up when I tell you that you look handsome. You’ve taught me that you don’t need the same parents to be a sister, or certain body parts. That some things don’t make sense, they just are. You just are. Here for the vibes, even when you’re unwell. I know sometimes you fake it, cuz you’d do anything to keep my smile big and my eyes bright. You’d give me the world if I asked you for it. I know that’s too much, but if you smile for me one more time, I promise to pour the sweetness of life through the gaps in your teeth. You’re still here.

A psychic once told me that this is our 4th lifetime together. Thank you for finding me. It all makes sense now. I hope in the 5th one you’re not as sad. And if it so happens that the stars align and they spell out sorrow. Then I will beg and beg to take your place. That’s how much I love you. I am my sister’s keeper. And you’re still here.

You are a fighter. On the days when your spirit is bright. You are a fighter. On the days when you are stapled to the mattress with thoughts stuck in the back of your throat. You are a fighter. And you’re still here. My sister, my fiercest protector, I know there’s not too many people who love me the way you do. I am always reminded that best friends are so hard to find, because the very best friend is already mine. And you are still here.

-jamera naquai, You’re Still Here

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maybelovesamystery · 9 months

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I'm beginning to

understand why my mother

was always so tired

- a daughter's lament

m.w.

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andileighwrites · 1 year

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Little Wanderer

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While out and about one day I saw a little boy no older than two. He waddled, low to the ground, Seemingly lost. The discovery to walk must have Been a recent milestone. His baby blanket was hooked firmly In his little hand while his other thumb Was fastened in his mouth. His eyes, so big, seemed empty except For the thought of his mother. At least that's what I believe a two-year-old Would be thinking about. Then his dear mother appeared In a flash from the crowd. All eyes watching. Her face was lightning As her little boy wandered and fell behind. Her thundering palm met the back of his head And tears welled up in his darling eyes. She reached down and yanked him forward. His feet departed the floor. "Keep up with me!" "Hurry up! You're slow!" She scolded him, snarling, While she dragged him behind her. Then she released his small arm As if he could fend for himself. His pace could not keep up With his mother's strides. But she yelled like it was no fault But his own. I wish she would've just picked him up And cradled him the way he deserves.

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Andi Leigh

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nacht-durst · 5 months

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I would follow you into the darkest of all rooms

I know you mean trouble, but I mean that too

Maybe we can work ourselves to get through we could be free

Maybe we can reach a meeting beyond our first greeting, we don’t need much to say

Because - it already is clear, it will never stay the same

Words are limited, but touches and breathes speak in their very own language

It makes me mad

I fall in love too easily

And I am not above the only one who experiences these phrases

— written by Lilie Zahn, October 2023

(Instagram: @ APOLLILIE)

#modern poem #poem #poetry #poetry slam #love letter #writing #thoughts #thoughts about love #poetcommunity #melancholic poetry #rainy day #autumn day

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aleesabella · 2 years

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Zara Bas

#zara bas #i have to tell you something #poets #poetry #modern poem #healing heart #love and loss #loneliness #self-worth #perfectly imperfect #charming #undefended #self love #believe in your self #self awareness #self improvement #be better #improvements #life goals

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suzufield · 1 year

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just need to lay on the floor. but the floor is dirty

#modern poem #(slash jay)

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ashtonbrandywritesthings · 1 year

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The question of the day: If I’ve already had the great love of my life and it ended as unceremoniously as it did, does it really matter who I kiss after that?

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n-i-ran · 1 year

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She descends from heaven, or nigh heaven as there flew some hawks alongside her diamond carriage, A mist of pine hovered just beneath her toes, pink fingernails glistened on in slanted moonrays, she easily would be an angel if not for her black lips and grey eyes, lips that withered leaves with words , venom laced in cursive swirls with each syllable uttered, hearts easily turned to ashes. She descends to feast on misery and drinks on anxious guts, lava bubbling in her veins. She is Acrimony.

#prose #tpst #literature #darkacademia #darkacademiaaesthetic #short story #modern poem #writersociety

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porttohuume · 9 months

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I stuffed an apple in my mouth,

undressed and

showed my naked body to strangers

They giggled,

clapped their hands with manic glee

pointed at me and said

"That belongs in an exhibition"

So I took a hammer and

nailed my hand

to the nearest cross

then begged the strangers

to drive a nail through my other hand

#modern poetry #original poetry #original poem #modern poem #poem #tumblr poetry #poet #literature #english poetry #poets of tumblr

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libraryidealist · 2 years

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But honey, I was born with the world crumbling around my mother's hospital bed

I grew up stepping around the shards with childish innocence

If you didn't want me to take up weapons,

you shouldn't have shattered the world with yours.

#gen z stuff #creative writing #original art #original poem #angry poetry #angry poem #growing up #modern poetry #modern poem #distopía #distopia

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art-mybeloved · 2 years

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"It seems only a week ago it was October, and the leaves were falling as the Sun bathed us in its last golden rays".

— from personal diary entry, by Dorian Mars (2022)

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octomarta · 2 years

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Sour Honey & Soul Food, @iambrillyant

#poetry #poems and poetry #modern poem #iambrillyant #billy chapata

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darknights-bluewrites · 2 years

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I'm trying...

Unspoken words of someone who is trying to help, is finding a way to help.

I feel helpless...

And I hate it.

Seeing you like that..

Lost. Broken. Empty. Closed off.

I hate.

I want to help.

I just don't know how to help,

What to do..

I just want to make you feel better,

to end your suffering.

But

I don't know how..

I'm scared. Scared of what if's,

What if i said something wrong,

What if i did something wrong,

What if i made it awkward,

What if i broke your trust ,

What if i made it worse...

It's really hard

For both of us

I know.

I'm trying,

I'm trying..

And

I won't rest until I know how to help

I won't stop until I get anything

Anything...

So hang on. Ok

Hang on

I'm trying. I'm trying...

______________________________

(This is for everyone who is trying.i just wanna say you are not alone.)

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Hi guys,

This year have been...hard so far.

Being positive has been a challenge.

But I'm trying...

I'm exhausted both mentally and physically...

Like i said, I'm trying.

Take care ❤️

Love,

Juls💙

BTW, those eyes are beautiful.

#juls #writing #random thoughts of the night #my thoughts #random thoughts #reality #im trying #unspoken #beautiful words #unspoken words #poem #thoughts of mine #deep poems #deep thoughts #modern poem

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andileighwrites · 1 year

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A Friend to Overcome

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Fear is such a friend. Keeping you safe but harmful Down the bending road.

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Andi Leigh

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nacht-durst · 10 months

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Qui aspire encore à l'illumination ? Qui se soucie de la souffrance de son prochain ? Qui croit encore en l'amour ?

Who still aspires to enlightenment? Who cares about the suffering of others? Who still believes in love?

#poème #poésie #pensée #poetry #modern poem

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misespinas · 2 years

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“You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees

for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body

love what it loves.”

Mary Oliver, “Wild Geese” (2004)

#poetry #women poets #mary oliver #poems #quotes #poetry quotes #self love #literature #free verse #narrative #wild geese #modern poetry #modern poem

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