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iblamenabil · 4 months

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i wish i can give you all your time back, and get mine back

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sherrylephotography · 9 months

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Barceloneta Beach Spain

My photography @sherrylephotography 5/23

White caps rolling ashore as waves break on the sandy shore

Watching florescent green sails sail smoothly on the blue horizon

Building a sand castle, riding the waves, eating turron ice cream all on this special day in May

#Barceloneta Beach #Barcelona #Spain #original photographers on tumblr #my photography #vacation spain #travel #beach #my poetey

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gwyns-writing · 2 months

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sigh of a dyke

356 queer people*

320 beautiful trans people**

365 days***

*who suffered a hate crime in 2023.

**murdered in 2023.

***in 2023.

1 queer child*

468 bills**

52 days***

*murdered in 2024.

**that killed them, just from 2024.

***in 2024, only.

sigh. it's heavy. but what can I do?*

*cry, pray, search, hope, abandon religion, try again, fail, fight, scream, grieve your compassion, damn the murderers, damn your father and damn your parents, damn your peers, damn the boys you met in high school, damn your middle school religion teachers, damn the people that killed them, all of the people that killed them, all of the politicians who started this, and who continue it, and all of the people who believe in an evil god's word and hold hate in their hearts and laugh at a person's queerness and say that the fight is won. they are all responsible. they killed this child. they all did. pray that hell is hot for them, and pray that there is a heaven just for queer people, and pray that there is a heaven for you, too, you despicable, evil, sick, disgusting fucking dyke.

#feeling s frustrated and upset and devastated. so much hate in my heart where there usually is compassion and love.#nex benedict #rest in peace nex #hate crimes tw #murder tw #violence tw #poetry #poem #writing #my poetey #my writing #my poem #lgbtq #lgbtqia #queer #lesbian #dyke #sapphic

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thefictionalgirl · 5 months

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The youngest daughter

You heard about me a lot,

She mentions me all the time,

They mention me all the time,

How she had to protect me

from the problems I've never caused.

You heard about me right?

But what do you know?

The lazy and unreliable one

in every story?

That's only natural for you to believe,

Because you know I believe that too.

The one who is admired,

The one who is loved.

And the one who doesn't care,

never try to be enough.

One who's "too much"

all the damn time.

And I know you heard about me,

And I know you heard,

How I spend a lot,

Someone your blood and flesh,

gets not as much as you thought.

Mom favours her,

Dad loves her the best,

She does whatever she wants,

a luxurious nest.

You practically heard this a lot, what I'm going to tell you,

Listen to me even though you know–

They sacrificed a lot, for building her life,

She did nothing, but she's the one at the edge of a knife.

Uncivilised, uncompromising and not so nice

No matter who becomes a virtue, she's always the vice.

The oldest's anger and dissatisfaction,

maybe not always it's the case,

But whenever the question is raised,

"They love you the most, they treat you the best"

Arrogant, rebellious and the unpleasant,

She gets that alot, that's how you describe the youngest.

And for whom, parents never cared about you,

And for whom, you had to refuse the last piece of cake.

For whom, you had to give up on your room,

For whom, you'll not be praised even for how much you make.

And you try, to go back on words, to change the fate,

because of the little girl, you want to, but you cannot hate.

And I guess y'all know about these,

The cat, the mouse and the piece of cheese.

And the cat leaves and moves out,

The mouse didn't know how to cope up,

So that's why she always shouts.

But then, how about reading some things unknown ?

What happens to the girl, why doesn't she smile anymore? Why does she always frown?

Did she have to take the responsibility of always being good?

She didn't need to be compared, she didn't need to be called rude.

You were busy complimenting the comparison,

An Individual, who was never known and given a reason.

Good or bad, she never wanted them,

You all made her the antagonist here who loves to complain.

And with the tag of being spoiled one,

she became the alter ego of yours,

The princess with a large mansion

And who never endures.

Someday you leave,

Making her all alone,

She never cries,

She has now grown.

It's the best, cause you never want to see

The teenage self in her eyes again,

Where everything is immature- love, happiness or pain.

She never had the idea of how the world works, right?

She said, "no I'm fine" whenever you charged her,

But the question in her eyes didn't surrender.

Hopeful- she wanted you to try a bit more,

"She never shares, she just knows how to close the door"

You wanted to be a teacher, punish for her mistakes.

She just wanted a sister to share her aches.

Hard or soft, whatever the feelings were,

She just never trusted you again,

And why would she do it?

You became a traitor

You never took the share of her pain.

And where were you, when she was on her knees,

Praying to make it all stop?

You were not there when she got home.

You were not there when she was trying to build her rome.

She never blamed you for choosing your happiness.

But why's that different when it comes to her?

Why can't you all see

That she too has a lot of scars?

To have nothing,

It must be hard, it must be bad,

But I had you,

Then why have I always felt sad?

I cannot describe the mixed feelings,

Maybe this all happened because of us.

I love you more than my life,

I cried a lot, weren't my eyes enough obvious?

I was not a criminal, nor you were,

We could have made it better, I swear.

But you never ever tried,

And I always denied.

You left the room, you left me alone,

Now you ask me about my feelings? Why have I never shown?

Was it so easy for you to abandon everything?

I know it's not bad, but why can't I do nothing?

TELL ME TELL ME I WANT TO KNOW,

don't you know that this crappy delinquent always feels so low?

After all this time,

After screaming for so long,

You hear the depth of my voice,

What about my continuous melancholic song?

Can't you see it falling from my eyes?

Can't you see I'm tired of tossing the dice?

Constantly hoping to earn a six,

I'll pick the pieces up in order to fix.

I refuse to believe in cracks,

I will try, I'll try to give what it lacks,

But you can never give me back, the years I spent yearning in vain,

Even if you try to have a conversation with stories from the memory lane.

Distanced soul,

Unattached roles

How do you think it happened?

How do you know it's not for the best?

Because that's way she became her,

That's way of the youngest.

✒mystica

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ily-beyond-measure-carstairs · 1 year

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I looked him in the eyes and wondered if there was ever a poem more beautiful than him.

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selenepluto · 7 months

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"She lives the poetry she cannot write."

~ Oscar Wilde

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toxickittyland · 4 months

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“I will go a lifetime of missing you for the privilege of loving you.”

-did you ever care?///

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allmpoems · 27 days

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Understandable Identity [11/9/23]

my hair is in two tight braids

at the bottom, they merge into one

I didn't do them by myself

And I adore the feeling of getting them done

By someone else

My dog has a hot pink collar

It complements the colors mixed in her hur

she paddles up next to me

she tilts her head, asking,

"I love you; what are you doing?"

What am I doing?

I'm keeping myself grounded

everything should feel very real

not philosophical

and nothing like last night

I had three presentations this week

I abhor the whole ordeal

but it feels really good

to look really real

to look like I know what I'm doing

My ducks are in a row

but sometimes that row is a circle

I get things done

I always get them done

just with an added layer of stress

I sit, I read, I go, I return

it's simple and normal and beyond

but is there more, like everyone says?

or is it just a

Dream?

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delicateporcelaindoll · 1 year

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Grief

I am so miserable

I just want to crawl in a hole

And never come out

Does that sound reasonable to you

How am I expected to cope with my grief

It’s not as easy as it seems

I just want to be left alone

Leave me be

To rot away in my own misery

Why must people bother me

When they don’t intend on following through

Stop with the fake pleasantries

You’re ruining my mood

Even more

Why would you

Invade my space

With your empty words

Of phoney care and concern

You just want me to be alright

So you can use my brightness

As a light

For your own darkness

You don’t really care about me

Just leave me here in my grief

It’s where I need to be

And if you really cared for me

You’d understand that

You wouldn’t demand

That I speed up the

Process of my grief

I know it’s messy

But imagine how hard it is for me

For a second

Put yourself in my shoes

Do you really think I’d choose

To be this way

Do you really think I want this for me

I don’t have a handle on this quite yet

Imagine how hard it is for me

To wake up every day

Having to realize

Over and over

That my mother

Has gone away

Imagine how hard it is for me

To breathe

When she no longer gets to

How am I supposed to

Make new memories

When I have enough

To last me centuries

I’m tired and I just want to sleep

For an eternity

But even that wouldn’t be enough

To replenish me

Even that wouldn’t take away

Any of my pain

Imagine how hard it is for me

Without the woman who carried me

In her body

For nine months

How is it fair

That I’m still here

And she is somewhere

Else

That isn’t here

With me

And her family

Imagine how hard it is for me

To have faith

When all I want to do

Is escape

My reality

I miss my mom

I just want to talk to her

I want to hear her voice

I wish she could tell me

Everything is going to be alright

She was so beautiful

Her favourite colour was blue

I wish that I knew

Her

More deeply

But I thought I had more time

I thought that at some point

I would be ready

To let her know me

I never could’ve guessed

I wouldn’t get that chance

I miss the way she smelled

And the way she did her hair

I miss the way she dressed

And how she never cared

To impress anyone

She was so sure of herself

So confident

And free

I can only hope

She’s at peace

Wherever she may be

Leave me be to rot away in my grief

For as long as I please

It is mine to keep

And you can’t take that away from me

I lost my mother in November. I’m still having a hard time processing it. I hate this so much.

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lucyskniqht · 8 months

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september winds — by me! 💭

inspired by halloween — phoebe bridgers

#poetry #my poetey #halloween #phoebe bridgers #fall season #fall #poets corner #wren speaks #lucyskniqht !!!#inspired by a phoebe bridgers song #poets on tumblr #<333

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andrea-non-sa-tornare · 5 months

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Resta ancora il tuo

profumo sulla pelle.

Delicato come la mano

che accarezzava

le mie paure,

soave

come i baci

rubati al tempo.

Di noi,

ora

rimane

una fitta coltre

di neve.

#pensieri #thinking #poetic #poesia #pensieri sparsi #versi #love #amore #citazioni #poesia italiana #my poetey #poesie #poesie tumblr #profumo #sguardo #tempo #neve #snow #eyes

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feeldeeplyfeeltenderly · 2 months

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But why? is the question that continually circles my brain. Why this of all things?

The paths my mind takes to solve all the world's problems are as familiar as the looping sidewalks that beckon me forward.

Blisters rise up on my feet. My ankles rubbed raw by boots that break me in. They didn’t last six months before being worn down to nothingness. Each day I

turn to familiar music, melodies that distract from the aching of my calves. It holds me back as much as it propels me forward.

To walk is to save myself, is to find healing, is to find answers. I wait for the open wound in my heart to turn to

callus and scar. Each step tears me open once more.

If my soles burn,

I’ll stave off the fire that consumes my soul.

Just a little farther, my salvation could be just a few steps away, just around that bend.

Keep moving forward. Don’t stop. Don’t look back. Keep going. Keep

walking.

#a dreamer's thoughts #a dreamer’s art #poetry #writing #my writing #my poem #my poetey #poem #walking #walks #healing #art #lyrics #the collection #but the blisters turn to callus if I’ll just keep walking

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gwyns-writing · 1 year

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Inside of a Petco sat 32 unique betta fish.

Inside of a pond just 5 miles away swam over 200 wild fish, a plethora of unique plant species, a fresh batch of 29 tadpole eggs, and 31 tadpoles that had just hatched.

Inside of an office sat one person without a clue about fish, but a passionate rage toward Petco and their cruel practices.

Inside of the Petco, about 3 minutes later, sat 20 new betta fish that had just been delivered.

Inside of the pond, 30 seconds later, swam over 200 wild fish, a plethora of unique plant species, a fresh batch of 28 tadpole eggs, 31 tadpoles, and one that had just hatched prematurely, but perhaps if fate were to be in its favor, could live for a few more days.

Inside of a tall, beige minivan, 5 minutes later, sat the passionate man, on his way to Petco.

Inside of the Petco, about 10 minutes later, stood the man, with 52 unique betta fish in his shopping cart.

Inside of the pond, 12 minutes later, swam over 200 wild fish, a plethora of unique plant species, a fresh batch of 28 tadpole eggs, 31 tadpoles, one that had just hatched prematurely, but perhaps if fate were to be in its favor, could live for a few more days, and 52 unique betta fish.

Inside of his home, 6 hours later, the man slept easy, happy with himself for saving the fish.

Inside of the pond, at the same time, swam 127 wild fish, a few unique plant species, a fresh batch of 12 tadpole eggs, 8 tadpoles, and 48 unique betta fish.

Inside of the pond, a few days later, was almost nothing.

#this ones for you peta #peta #invasive species #enviornment #enviormentalism #biodiversity #fish #poetry #poem #my poem #my poetey #earth day #conservation #writing #my writing

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thefictionalgirl · 3 months

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In this life, for all the time,

I'm refusing to be a lover,

And I'm letting you go,

I'm letting it go,

Tearing my soul into pieces,

and leaving without you.

In this life,

I'm accepting my fate,

In this time,

I'm letting the stars stay the same.

And not giving my heart

an opportunity to strive.

In this life, I gave up on you,

I gave up on trying.

But let me remind you,

once, twice, over and over again,

I'll change the fate, I'll wreck the stars,

I'll write the destiny,

God forbid, I'll not be born again.

In the next life, I'll meet you first,

In the next life, I'll not let you go,

I'll not let this go.

So take an oath on love,

In the next life you will be mine,

In the next life, there will be no choice,

In the next life, you'll be designed for me,

And I'll be yours, hopelessly.

When the time comes, you'll be a lover,

And I'll find you longing for me,

you'll be my lover.

In the next life, I'll not let you be unhappy,

I'll not let your tears fall,

We'll be in love, too much and alot

So take an oath on my shattered heart,

I'll be the shoulder you ask for,

I'll be the lover you crave for,

I'll be the name you chant all the time,

I'll be the place you find a home in.

And I'll not let you bargain, no.

I want this all, in the next life

I'll be selfish enough, I'll not cry alone.

In the next life, I'll turn the world over,

If it's not you.

And it will be enough to have you with me,

And then, God forbid, I'll be born again,

God forbid I'll look at anybody else,

Taking an oath, that life will be my salvation,

that life with you echoes my redemption.

✒mystica

#poems on tumblr #poem and poetry #my poetey #original poem #depressing shit #writers on tumblr #poetry #female poets #pinterest #young poets #studio ghibli #female writers #poets on tumblr #unrequited love #second lead syndrome #one sided love #i love him

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aswritings · 8 months

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Vulgar love

Make me breathless

Tie me down don’t leave my sight

May your bones break next to mine

Give my your eyes to taste a drop of life

Let me lay between your thighs

I’m yours if you’re really mine

Play your songs

Till I’m under your spells

Enchant me with your vulgar love

Please don’t let me go yet

The night has only just begun

Make me love myself even harder

I’ll be yours

But just for tonight

Don’t leave me broken

I need your touch

To feel alright

Give me some cherry cola

And put your lips all over mine

Make me breathless

Tie me down don’t leave my sight

May your bones break next to mine

Give my your eyes to taste a drop of life

Let me lay between your thighs

I’m yours if you’re really mine

Play your songs

Till I’m under your spells

Enchant me with your vulgar love

Please don’t let me go yet

The night has just begun

Make me love myself even harder

I’ll be yours

But just for tonight

Touch me all over

So that I’ll feel alive

Tie me down don’t let me go yet

The night has only just begun

Give me cherry cola

put your lips all over mine

Kiss me till I am breathless

No more oxygen in sight

Make me helpless

Take my heart

Make it wasted

till you can call it love

If you want set my heart alight

Then go ahead by my lighter

Get me high don’t let me down

Take me higher

Play your songs

Till I’m under your spells

Fully bred and broken

Don’t let me go yet

This ride has only just begun

Don’t leave me hopeless

Sing me your vulgar songs

Put me under your spells

And babe just

Hide the crime

Take my humanity away

With just a touch

Kiss me like the night is nearly over

When really it’s just begun

Bite my heart till you break it

Get it wasted

Till it’s love…

May your bones break

Next to mine

Tie me down don’t let me go yet

The night has just begun

I’ll be yours

If you’re really mine

Don’t let me go yet

Please me with just a touch

The night has just begun……..

#love poetry #poetry #my poetey #love poem #toxic love #love #emotional #original poem #poetrty #original poety #poets corner #poemsociety #writers and poets

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acutecryptid · 2 months

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Nana joined Gramps in the coat closet

A death may never be painless wether it is the dying or those who live on pain is felt and denied it's right to be. I’m mourning a life I never got to see and a death more years ago than the time I knew them. Did I know them? Or did I just cry at their funeral

#my poetey #poetry for the easily impressed #2022

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