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fogsanctum · 10 months
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I have a book I’ve self published it’s called The Morning Dove Blues. This is my first book I’ve ever published at the age of 28. It’s a 56 pages of poems I wrote during the start of COVID lockdown.
It’s just a way to begin a step towards publishing.
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https://poetizer.com/book/b8be3cd7-e87e-4a7e-9380-2f2f9534ada5
It would mean a lot to me if you shared it and gave it a look.
Thank you
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hermitletters · 3 months
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The long winter night,
I dwell over the thought
That harboured in my bosom
For in my cottage i sit alone
My thoughts kept resurfacing
I questioned the idea of my existence
The existence..!
Tough, isn’t it ..?
The purpose of life
The meaning of love
That once a man proclaimed,
“i love you, darling:
For you i would cross oceans and mountains…”
The story is quite repetitive, perhaps!
The illusion of love i started to chase
Little did i know
He was a smooth talker
Someone who would play with words
Win you over,
Shower you with compliments and chocolates
Leave you stranded
On a cold night, streets deserted
Well, the memories started to play
The shadows dark and haunting
I sit in my hut of letters
Pondered for a while
I didn’t know tears blurred my vision
But my lips curved upwards
Strange, isn’t it?
Well,
I learnt life is not about falling in love
It is about experiences and memories
That you share in the moment
The memories hurt,
But I wonder
Will he ever be able to sleep again
Knowing he broke a heart
That was already broken!
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-sea
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Recesses of Me With OCD
In my brain I scream, Oh please, set me free! But the jailer is always me.
I can’t step aside, elusive is outside. Defeated, alone, resigned.
I stay in my vest, ‘cause you’ll think I’m a pest. Review, ruminate, second guess.
Trapped inside my mind, craving chats that bind. “You offend” fear lied. Wait…did I?
You think I don’t care. I stammer and stare. Really, I long to share.
Yearning for our fate, with open gates. Secretly sensing we’re best mates.
I can’t bridge the gap. Can you make a map? Reassurance won’t let me fall flat.
You’ll do all the work. I worry and warp, convinced I am a twerp.
What is wrong with me? Is my inner plea. Is this how I am destined to be?
An affection hoarder? What keeps the border between you and me?
Oh yeah…I have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and Social Anxiety.
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A life of its own. Forever o’ergrown. I have learned to let it be.
And live behind glass, while longing to ask: Let us bear our souls intimately.
Make me clean, God, please. Brush teeth ‘til they bleed. Wash ‘til my skin recedes.
Yes, I have those. It’s starting to slow, ‘cept when sinister germs come close.
Waves of shame slay. Focus on the way. Must say novenas of the day.
Saints these and Saints those. Father, Son, Holy Ghost. For my soul, please repose.  
Hours on research gate. Lost in a debate. Compulsive research of my fate.
Culling symptom lists, of me to make sense. God, am I a narcissist?
Down the rabbit hole. Lost touch with my goals. The psyched ward ate my wounded soul.
Gave me side eyed looks, labeled me a kook, my quirks the doctors all mistook.
What is wrong with me? Is my inner plea. Is this how I am destined to be?
It’s Hell, this disorder, fortifying the border between you and me!
F*ck you, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and Social Anxiety!
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I’ve tried to break free with ERP. Torture excruciating.
Then came CBT. It never helped me. Pulling me farther out to sea.
Perhaps ACT impacts, with values on track. Head out of my *ss, I’m back.
IFS reset. Now my parts at rest. Self-leadership provides a nest.
A True Presence be. Coupled with me, found my celestial nobility.
It’s quite the hike. I’ve learned my might. Gained my inner sight.
Even with my crown, I still fall down. Tumble, suffocate, nearly drown.
Again, I rise, with eyes on the prize, to walk the earth humbly and wise.
What is right with me? I’m starting to see. Who I am destined to be.
Life’s getting shorter. Action was in order desperately.
Social Anxiety and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you won’t beat me.
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With wings pain once bore, today I soar. Balanced, centered in my core.
Joyfully, I sing. I am coming clean. My dark recesses disclosing.
A beacon of light, to provide sight, for others stuck in flight.
And you I see, too. What you’re going through. I’m supporting your inner coup.
Depth to hold dear. I’ll draw you near. Your story I want to hear.
You can’t offend. I will only tend to the places where you bend.
Let there be an us, pure and free of lust. It will be marvelous.
Friends’ everlasting, no longer casting ourselves in roles and acting.
I have found me. Allowing eyes to see journey for destiny.
Down with the border. No longer a hoarder, I’m giving of self completely.
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Social Anxiety and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you are not me.
But with me you’ll always be—separately.
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vibesintergalactic · 1 year
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it’s time for me to get back into blogging my feelings y’all. it’s been two years since i left tumblr. i’m on no other social media. i have went in patient at a mental health facility and gone through a lot. my current feelings will be on my new account and in a more positive tone. i’ll leave a note on this post from my new account for anyone interested in following the account and myself on my journey. thanks everyone!
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poetryfromwithin · 1 year
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Love
Love, what is love? Is it a thing that is platonic?
Is it fasciation or is it real?
Is it something that is only in movies and books.
I feel love, but nobody ever feels love for me
Im never loved by those i find interesting
What is wrong with me? Am i not enough.
I never gets asked to prom or to be ones girlfriend
I never gets hit on for the purpose of becoming my boyfriend. Im never good enough, im not pretty enough, im not smart enough!
Im not enough’
I should just accept that, and live my life without, a partner and stay single! Never have a family, of my own, because who would want to be with someone like me! Nobody will! And that is the hard truth.
That i must accept!
Thats just how my life is, and i cant really do anything about it, i wish i could.
I don’t know what i do wrong, but im never enough, and it hurts so bad!
- E.H
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cupids-lovearrow · 1 year
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—Better off alone—
It feels better to be alone
At times it feels safe
Afraid of losing people
Yet forced to push them away
-Annie
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gravitationallove · 1 year
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Ruin my lipstick,
leave my hair in tangles
and my mind wasted.
Leave your taste on my tongue
and my heart less jaded.
Tear my shirt,
and leave my sheets mangled.
Bless my thighs with bruises,
leave me weak,
and used,
and sated.
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phrasepiper · 1 year
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A watch doesn't just tell time, it makes your time...
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h1sprincess · 1 year
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“The true self destruction”
“Warning comes before destruction
Pride comes before the fall
And most times
pride makes you feel like you know it all
a person full of pride
Isn’t willing to be humble
Sometimes it takes a BIG fall
like crashing hard into a brick wall
And even then your pride won’t let you see
That you are your own worse enemy
Because when the warning came
Pride dismissed the truth
Creating the illusion
✨there’s no way it will happen to you✨
If you’ve been warned and
your pride is at an all time high
Don’t wait until it’s too late
humble yourself for you shall surely die
And since you’ve been warned
take a look deep inside
Are you striving to be humble or are you filled with pride?
Don’t get destroyed if there’s been a warning
Because it just means you still have some time
Time to learn humility, letting go of your pride
Is being prideful worth losing in the end?
Having to Take a step back like
“damn I should’ve listened back then”
I’ll make it clear one last time
Warning comes before destruction and pride before the fall
So please Take heed to this:
Don’t let your pride be your downfall”
HIS Princess 💎👑
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autumnsvoice87 · 1 year
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Autumn
After the rain clears
Umbrellas are put away.
Time for the sunshine
Under the clouds to
Make way for the rest of the day.
New adventures await the witch at play
*an acrostic poem of my preferred name. An acrostic poem is a poem in which the first letter of a line spells out a word. These are fun*
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pjg2950 · 2 years
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She Rules
With iron tongue, she rules her castle.
The war against her family and her mind causing skirmishes.
Outlines for the major war to come.
Tonight the battle was over cold.
Temp was 75 in the house yet she called for blankets.
I switched from a/c to heat.
The lights flickered and she decided we should call upon our neighbors.
They had lights and heat.
God knows if we should freeze during the evening.
She threw her words at me.
Trying to be a hero or I just didn’t care.
I stood my ground. 
Told her we were not going to the beckoning other homes so we would not freeze in 80 degree weather or be cast into darkness when the lights failed.
I flinched a few times , knowing this was not the lady that raised me.
So I sleep in the large bed she shared with my father. My head raises after each mumble. The lights are on from kitchen to bedroom,
For a moment, all is quiet. I can not sleep for worry she will leave and not know where she is. Another night is on , another knight keeps her shield by her side to protect the one the once protected me.
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dosageofsarahtonin · 2 years
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unspoken assumptions
awaken emotions
welcoming
shadows in
bad omens
demons summoned
deepening delusional thoughts
voices whispering
paranoia listening
attentively
wondering if it's winning
poison is thickening
vision limiting
intuition suffering
third eye closing
perception of the truth
eschewing my sight
coinciding with creatures
claiming to be like me
rightfully disowning humankind
unkind interactions
compassion nearly absent
contagions spreading the virus
hatred and violence
running rampant
corrupting the earth
as below, so above
peace and love
forgotten and uncommon
natural phenomenon
refusing to be like them
they are something I'm not
this is the reasoning
for my decision of being blind
closing my mind tonight
- written by yours truely!
Sarahhhhh
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hermitletters · 9 months
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she keeps playing memories in mind
of you and her
the shadows on the baked walls,
remind her of you holding her
by waist as she shied away,
your favourite bench
you and her, hands interlaced,
walks in streets, cozy night
so cold, in your company
she was lost
remember the stormy night,
you drifted away,
she had nowhere to go,
your heart was no longer her address
she no longer has the keys,
for you locked up the house,
throwing her out
-sea
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vagicspells · 2 years
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Not all poems of mine are about deep and profound, beauty is in simplicity and normal things as well!! :)
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this memory: the first of june
the beginning of june blooms & memories to remember for many moons
this memory is a hidden forest in my head—smelling of spring forests freshly green
speckled with hints of white and blue—where the forget-me-nots and sweet woodruff wink
this memory is warm sun on my skin and whispers of crystal clear water wandering its way through peaceful woods
this memory is a heaven on earth—a world where it's just you and I when time stops
this memory is just a beginning of many more—a feeling so deeply in my core.
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cosmics-stuff · 8 months
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