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peach-and-cherryblossom · 6 months

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The moon hears me talk about you every night.

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hiddenjane · 2 months

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Poetry and picture by hiddenjane

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lovediariesofanintrovert · 1 month

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“…and we drink our

coffee and pretend

not to look at

each other.”

— Charles Bukowski, Luck

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classicliteratureprincess · 27 days

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Emily Dickinson’s handwriting

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doveslettersx · 2 months

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I look for love in everyone I meet & then cry myself to sleep

-Mel

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enchantresssiren · 2 years

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𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐈

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kiarits · 6 months

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"Without you I returned, as if drunk, no longer capable of being alone in the evening when the tired clouds disappear in the uncertain darkness. I have been so alone a thousand times since I have been alive, and a thousand identical evenings the grass and the mountains darkened my eyes the countryside, the clouds. Alone in the day, and then inside the silence of the fateful evening. And now, drunk, I'm coming back without you, and by my side there is only the shadow. And you will be far away from me a thousand times, and then, forever. I don't know how to brake this anguish that rises inside the breast; To be alone".

Pier Paolo Pasolini

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sameschmidtdiffname · 2 months

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Split

08.19.23

Thudding, dull pain is something that reminds me I am alive

The emotions course through my veins in a way some may call sadistic

Trailing along my curved spine, I mentally picture someone there

Their face is blurred to me, their hand one I know not

Words drip from my mouth as though a leaking faucet

Our main difference being that many hear the repetitive tap against the bowl

The words that spill forth convey so much, yet those who read them realize so little

If I showed this to you, would you understand?

Would you know yourself of nights spent in unholy water, trying desperately to make up your mind

One hand grasping a razor

The other your own wrist

The mental debate one you've heard so many, too many times

Would you believe me if I told you how sore my able heart beats against the bones that are used against I and every woman?

Would you listen when I ponder how said bones resemble a grasp around us, the design effective and symbolic?

And while I let these thoughts drip from my red, swollen lips that tremble and bleed from the cracks I bite into them

Could you find Aphrodite in such an unabashed display of humanity?

Would you find beauty in the way the water spirals down my hair?

Would you take care to notice, stranger, how the color sets shame to fire, beautiful even in the artifical light?

Would you see my eyes, which I long to hear described poetically, peak between too long of bangs, tears trapped in blonde lashes that do not sit evenly

And see the rage that fuels me?

Would you find beauty in my nose as one once did

His words unlike any ever spoken to me

Held in a diary I've kept, used to decode myself and others

Would you run your hands along my body?

Not in a way to bring lust into your heart

But to tell me you see me

You feel me

Would you admire me as I admire you, stranger?

A figment created long ago when it became clear to me that when I cried, no one would come

Maybe this is why God the Father has created us

Maybe he too has spent endless nights in this porcelain trap

Tapping his head against a hollow wall

Begging for salvation

Maybe he too knows not what he did

Does God also have a father that damned him?

A mother that begged him?

Is this why he chose to send his child into the gallows?

All say mercy

I say an eye for an eye

Would you look into mine and see redemption?

Would you cup my aging face and tell me I've done nothing to cause this?

Would you press your forehead against mine and whisper the thoughts I whisper to others?

"You are not broken,

You are loved.

This world feels your warmth

And will one day allow you to exist without lessons to remind of how mortal you and I are"

In my mind, this figure takes the razor and places it away

Wrapping their arms around me

Allowing me to feel the air my lungs have refused to breathe

But in reality, my fingers are pruned and the razor taunts me

I am too weak, it knows

And I stare back, begging myself to show strength and allow myself to slip away in a crimson pond

In this pond, I dare the selfish thought of maybe being worth compared to the beauty of Ophilia

Would I be an example worthy of art then?

In my mind, the stranger carefully lifts me and wraps me in cloth that soothes my tender, self admired skin

In reality, my bones feel as though knives carve away the detested excess of my body

A body my mind knows not how to view

Mentally I lay in a soft bed

Sheets and pillows surrounding me as a stranger sings sweet songs to me

Combing through my hair

They trace shapes upon my cheeks, their touch making me smile

Physically I begin to see the water lap at the drains that prevent it from overflowing

The water and stinging tears the only warmth I'll ever deserve

I exist in two worlds

I always have

Since I was a child, I knew how to balance such things as this

But as I grow older I realize there is no point in such niceties

The delusion of love for me makes my back ache more and more

It was promised to me once

It was given to me

Yet this love was not for me

This love was for an idea

Now I live in fear I am but a horrible, intrusive thought

Something my makers conjure and bat away, uncomfortable with my existence

I chant and cry

"I am worth it! I am good!"

But silence is all that echos in this small room

Eyes look but they do not perceive

I am but a paperweight

Occupying space better taken by someone other than I

I wonder who all have died to allow me to continue living

Is there a limit to those who are allowed to be?

If so, why does God continue to let me take space?

"You are worthy," the stranger tells me

"I have done nothing," I respond

"You need not do anything to be worthy" he implores

"But I do; for why should I be given rewards with no work?"

In my dreams they pull me into their embrace and remind me of how much I do

How I burn pieces of myself to keep others warm

How I let others occupy space in my mind

Thinking of ways to make them happier with me

Even those I hate, I still long to see them smile at me

I long for their praise and I long to hear laughter as they feel joy that I have caused

I do not wish to be worshipped

No, I ask for something more selfish

I ask that I bring every person I meet happiness

True, unfiltered happiness

And in return, I ask for just one human to return the warmth to me I cannot help but give

"It is not selfish to be loved."

No, it is simply damning.

Yet this damnation is my favorite sin

I crave it as one would crave water or food

I would willingly sacrifice the latter for the former

And this sacrifice, which is not truly a sacrifice

Is one that brings me joy I cannot describe

Lean on me and I will feel useful

I will go to bed that night feeling worthy of my place in this world for but a moment

For when I wake, I will crave another dose

As is only natural for an addict

But reject me and I will reject myself in a way I do not know if Eve could have comprehended when the snake seduced her as they often do me

I will remind myself that this is not fair to anyone

How I deserve the pain that thuds and thuds against the cage made of Adam where I contain my selfishness

And this stranger looks at me with pity

But this stranger is myself

And I tell him "leave; no one is less worthy of this self indulgence than you."

Once more, the stranger disappears

And I sit here in this tub, finally free to press the blade to my vein

And free myself from this apple I would consume again and again

In a garden given to all but me

If only I wasn't a coward.

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poetryofmuses · 1 year

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The old poets have made a mockery out of love. Love shouldn't limit you, it shouldn't kill you, the craving, the yearning shouldn't torment you. Love is beautiful, if only we realized that.

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betweenthetimeandsound · 5 months

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Counterclockwise

She believed she was safe. And yet, out in the ice, the skates tied tighter than they have ever been, no protection would suffice. Ash she glided across the nighttime rink, going in a counter-clockwise direction, it's as if the sun rose in the west, and the stars fell out of the sky with reckless abandon. Yet as those skates etch into the counterclockwise ice, the scars re-open flowing out flesh and blood, in order to return to that time of love --Elda Mengisto (written 12 July, 2015)

--Author's Note: @nosebleedclub had a "skating" prompt (8 December), so I'd figure I'd post a little throwback.

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kawaiichibiart · 8 months

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Y'all I was cleaning my dresser drawers, need the space and all that, and I found a notebook where I wrote poems/haikus for HiJack/Frostcup and I don't know if I wrote them all or if I saw them somewhere and forgot to add the authors name but-

"5. You are the son of the moon. I am the son of the Earth. The cosmos love us."

"7. Strong, passionate, and loving at the same time, I'm lucky to have you."

"11. An angel from the heavens can't compare to you. Your beauty shines more."

"14. If I had to choose between your smile and my life, I would choose your smile."

"24. They say life is full of problems we can't solve, but for you, I will try."

"26. I would never let you get hurt, but I regret hurting you before."

#old poetry #hijack #frostcup #poetry #not sure whether to tag this as my work or not 😭😭😭

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peach-and-cherryblossom · 5 months

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I look for you in every moment

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hiddenjane · 2 months

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Poetry and picture by hiddenjane

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lovediariesofanintrovert · 5 months

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Look at his hands. He has the most beautiful hands. You can see that he has never worked.

Charles Bukowski.

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hiddleschick · 11 months

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Upon the night a certain darkness falls

despite the glows of yellow, crooked grins

that line the red brick porches and the walls

with endless, silent laughter on their chins.

The sudden blackness sweeps the earth in silence

a flooding ink that saturates all sight

creating expectations for a violence

that grow with each slight flickering of light.

A rustling tree, a fleeting silhouette,

or fallen twigs' popping snaps! and cracks!

momentarily make little ghouls forget

about the caramel apples in their sacks.

No darkness is as blesséd or as cursed

as the darkness of October thirty-first.

🌌🌙🎃🕯🦇

- L.B.B.

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shambelle97 · 3 months

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RAFAEL CASAL - SHOOTING PORTRAITS (2016)

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𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂

➖ ~ I hate cigarettes And love smoking I hate vanity And crave attention I hate greed And chase luxuries I hate liars And mislead myself This is why I left you When I loved you most. ~ ➖

Pics by: @tarasimonphoto

Poetry by: rafaelcasal

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