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darichonne · 11 months

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insta: @darichonne

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thewordsthatwereneversaid · 4 months

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I have this habit of falling in love with people’s potential

Overlooking the bad behaviors because

He could change

He could be great

But he won’t be - not with me at least

I see a sparkle in his eye

And paint a galaxy of stars

Write song lyrics using the one word he got right

Ignoring the cruelty that followed

Finding ways to blame myself after every conversation

Because at his best

He would never hurt me

I craft a life that will not exist for us

How confusing it is to look at him and see all he is missing

It’s always what we could be that haunts me

Sunday dinners, meeting the family, vacations, warmth and safety

The name calling that could be complements whispered in my ear

The tight grasp of my wrists that could be gentle hands around my waist

The angry voicemails that could be love notes

Because when he is not scary

It is magical

I host a funeral for the future we never had

How interesting it is to mourn something that never existed

#poetry #newpoet #original #poem #newpoets #love #spoken poetry #spokenword #new #newpoetsociety #rip

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dramaticalmartyr · 2 years

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Our history’s covered in my blood

spilled ink that draws a map

I left some of me behind, my love

so if lost, you’d find the way back

and all the rest of me that’s left,

where you go, it goes too

My blood no longer runs through veins

My blood

runs

after

you

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- R e d . . B r i c k . . R o a d /

( I hope it haunts )

ii: flesh

#knps #poeticstories #twcpoetry #spilled ink #newpoets #original piece

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mkmoondust · 1 year

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Got some amazing notes and pieces and conversations from today's @undercurrentbabes if you weren't there today but want to read my poem check out my Patreon page. I was also introduced to two new to me poets and that was a really cool experience. Especially since I know that even if I used this entire lifetime to meet the works of a different author every day or every hour or even every minute there would still be so many others I'd never come across. And while that does sadden me, in a way, it also reminds me that there is an endless amount of wonder and art and a sea of voices out there. The beauty in that is the part of this conversation I want to focus on. And also I hope to continue discovering new voices, old poems, and underappreciated techniques for as long as I do live. By the way, if you're not a part of the Undercurrent community, id love to know what's holding you back. And if you are a part of the community - thank you. For always having amazing conversations, stellar works, and such a wide variety of perspectives. #FridayMorningWrites #undercurrent #workshoppoems #CheckOutPatreon #Joinmeonpateon #discoveringvoices #newpoets https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl9eF6fvUNC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#fridaymorningwrites #undercurrent #workshoppoems #checkoutpatreon #joinmeonpateon #discoveringvoices #newpoets

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liflaughlove · 2 years

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A battered heart tumbles from the precipice,

Pushed up by Sisyphus, a derision,

It tumbles down again, again, again.

A tear of wax for Icarus,

Fastening wings to the bodice,

And plummeting with a heat that turns one delirious,

Reaching the pit of the sea, in all its perceived gloriousness.

A blind prophetess, with a sentient limp,

Hits the ground despite her provision,

Again, again, again.

#quotes #books & libraries #art #aesthetic #books #tumblrquotes #deadpoets #newpoets #words #spilled thoughts #honestly worded #feels

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msafflictus · 16 days

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Give Your All

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poetryofanewpoet · 10 months

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healing

no one told me healing would take this long

and I would have to be this strong

because healing doesn’t happen in just one night

and no matter how many words I write

you just can’t rush the process

everything has to be processed

you’ll get so many reminders of what is past

what happened? you’ll be asked

and you may shake as you reply

and weeks later you may cry

but you’ll still dance in your room

and spray on your favorite perfume

because healing takes time

and there’s no use sitting in grime

be patient with yourself, and kind

and one day you’ll find

it doesn’t hurt as much as before

your heart and mind won’t always be at war

one day it’ll just be a small sad feeling

and it’s all part of healing

-s.m.

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daya-tay · 9 months

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The Curse of Empathy

We’ve been told empathy is a good thing

That it’s important to feel for others

But I don’t want to

Why must I feel their pain?

They are hurt

So I am hurt

I am hurt

And they just stare

They wonder why I cry so much

But when I look into others eyes my stomach drops

I feel horrible for them when I don’t even know their name

So to you it is a gift

But I am forever cursed with others pain

#poetry #empathy #poetic #newpoet

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allyeandibrain · 2 years

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I am suddenly 13 again, watching a fantasy show about two gay pirates, obsessing over Dan and Phil, experimenting with makeup and fashion, and on fan art Tumblr

#poetry #poem #newpoem #newpoet #nothing has changed #dan and phil #phan #ofmd #Blackbeard

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ultraunusualife · 2 years

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Salt

She used to hug me-

and like salt on snow, I melted.

Now she hugs me-

and like salt on wounds, it stings.

JP

#salt #poems #poetry #newwriter #newpoet #sad peoms #sad poetry #literature #mother #originalwork #original poem

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heartoutpoem · 2 years

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#poets on tumblr #newpoet #pain #happiness #short poems #poem #poems #poetry club

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darichonne · 23 days

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insta: @darichonne

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thewordsthatwereneversaid · 10 months

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Some days I wear self-certainty like a smile

Soft and wide and bright enough to reflect onto those around me

When questions arise around my abilities, I flash it brighter

Other days don’t look the same

The echoing of my surroundings remind me

The light of the sun makes the ice in my coffee melt

The evidence of nyc on my sneakers can’t always be scrubbed away

And I will never be enough

I sit in a room and know I am safe

Yet my mind imagines the walls closing in

I am frozen yet burning

In those moments I want to scream fire

Like i learned at a young age

fire gets people to listen.

But I can’t scream fire when I am the arsonist

The label maker turns on again

Printing my past like a broken record

Can everyone see what they used to call me

The thoughts in my head become my reality

And I don’t know how it ends

A thousand ways to scream what I want

But zero to get the message across

What can I do to prove I am enough?

#poetry #newpoet #original #poem #newpoets #new writer #writing

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jkayson93 · 1 year

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It was never enough for you and why would it ever be?

#new poets on tumblr #newpoet #newpoetry #poetry and writing #toxic relationship #mental health

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junesrobinettes · 1 year

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Black

I only write how these things take from me

take that which I use to breathe

I write how you cannot live without the ends of my coat

and use it as sails to keep you afloat

I don't percieve that which are signs

I lay down

and with a woman's voice say everything is fine

I spin gold out of a heart so cold

and lead lions from broken homes

I am what you call a black woman

she that dances to tunes of ruin

#poets on tumblr #newpoet #black creativity #black poets matter #black spirituality #black writer #spilled thoughts #spoken thoughts

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fightingthetide · 2 years

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I am Reminded

Waiting for the spark of light inside this dark and looming madness to ignite - to burn an outlet for me to crawl through, I am reminded that I am alive, no matter where I am. I am not just waiting, I am living.

I can lay down and weep for the faults of my yesterdays, (my mistakes, the bad choices, like ignoring the sounds of my children’s voices) but I am reminded that I can hear everything clear if only I choose to listen. Or I could sleep to pass this time away, run from the memories that invade my conscious mind like waves crashing upon the sand...stealing cars, stealing hearts or even a couple grand.

But I am reminded that I can wake up from my denial by getting out of bed...to face the demons, acknowledge their presence as part of the woman I am...applaud them with a gracious heart, accept the path I am on as part of the road I turned off of to get here...why I am alive, and I reminded to make the decision to live...to fight the tide.

I am struggling to escape a violent and murky past in order to live instead of just survive. I keep looking over my shoulder, trying to decide if I have enough time to dive back into the belly of the wave before it destroys me, and I am reminded that the lives of those I love would continue and end without me.

To give up the fight, go back to the game; the ocean of insanity...tears I never cried for every harsh reality I turned my back on and denied, I am reminded that it would be suicide.

No matter how ugly the beast who visits my dreams or how ugly my past seems to have become, I am reminded that I can resolve the pain from my mistakes, create within my heart the spark of light that is beauty...for to believe in my potential is to fight the tide that dares to pull me back into the depths of my despair...the place my soul was raped, yet spared...

And I am reminded that the tide will fill the impressions I leave in the sand when I walk out with my back to the waves that chase me.

#recovery #addiction #poetry #poetsandwriters #prose and poetry #don't give up #newpoet #ocean of tears #step4 #believe

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