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ljthepoet · 1 year
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🗣 Same ol' Same ol' 💜 Add me to your favorites 💜 Turn on post notifications #spilledink #wordsmith #poetryaccount #poetsonig #wordporn #reelpoet #pennedthoughts #poeticsighs #poets #poems #poetryisnotdead #poetrycommunity #creativewriting #writers #emotions #poetrygram #poetryaccount #blackpoet #poetscafe #poetsonig #ljthepoet #lovepoetry #apoeticview #poetrylover #poetscorner #writers_den_ #writers_around #amwriting (at Montreal, Quebec) https://www.instagram.com/p/Coj8x-kuRvG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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actualfemslash · 2 years
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words, unspoken (thoughts, unbidden) (12590 words) by pennedthoughts Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo Characters: Jirou Kyouka, Yaoyorozu Momo, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Canon Compliant, Missing Scene, Fluff and Angst, kind of slow burn, Jirou's Family is Goals, Pining Series: Part 1 of momojirou week 2018 Summary:
Kyouka tries to imagine, sometimes, what it would be like to find her soulmate. She hopes they like music; otherwise she might as well be the first person to hate their soulmate. or, There are quirks, and then there are soulmates. Kyouka is just trying her best to do well in both aspects; but everything is always easier said than done.
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vangoghingdavinci · 11 months
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so much. so much tears again. there really is a kind of loneliness that makes me want to reach out.... why these tears? why this pain? how long will this last? and i think of the love shack... of Pi... i remember telling you while we were at our happiest... please don't let me go, please never let me go no matter what happens. but you did, as if i was never part of us. you did. because i was never part of us. because there was no us. i was an illussion that you thought can easily disappear when you want to. i rememeber going to the love shack after the end... i remember going there telling you how painful it is to lose you, how diffiult it is to have no one to talk to. i remember my anger, my fear, my pain... i remember hoping to find your footprints... i kept coming back. i had to shut myself out from the loveshack because i find myself dying in pain after pain as memories after memories came rushing back... i had to survive... i have to survive. and i went back again to the lovehsack... and there were no footprints of you... the love shack you said you'll keep ...doesn't matter to you... it only matters to me... then i had to let go of pi... you said you still listen to pi... but what's the pi for? what is it for after the end? then crystal... and i went to the love shack again... hoping to see your footprints... maybe just maybe you'll leave a note... crystal ... and i had to erase us ... because there was no you... i felt like burning it all... everything... everything about us... except your poetry, your story of us... maybe you'll need that... and i shut myself out forever... you can recover everything in the love shack... if you feel it matters... everything is just there... but it has to matter for you to recover it... i lost us... and i find it difficult to find myself again after you. it's not the length of time or the space... it is my soul... it needs you... it always has... even before you... it needed you... how do you give up a need? after you found it? how do you simply go on without the need?... my heart is broken... my soul is lost... and it's just these... tears
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They villainize us because we are wary to trust, but our wariness is rooted in truth. They live in a land of make-believe; we are eternally rooted to the painful realities of life.
journal entry, 4/1/21 
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ichor-on-paper · 3 years
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Driving down the road, you see the small shop where you once had ice cream with that peculiar taste, you remember the innocence and glee you had when you were a kid. You reminisce about those memories as the shop becomes a glimmer behind you.
Maybe, life isn't so bad after all.
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horizonofdawn · 3 years
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Why “Insecurities”?
What I suppose to be I think is not the same it reflects in the view.
No one born here as unicorns all is the same and go the same. then why in the middle there are so many fusses in living? 
Why do I care much, what might others think of me; when no one is going to give a damn thought about who I am? Unacceptable reality.
I treat people just the same the way I get treated, though I know how disrespect hurts. I treat shamefully.
Most of the time maybe every time I just giving and wanting much attention to (for) me. Less thought in another way around, selfish bound.
Yet I am going to die someday unsatisfied. Still yearning illusionary perfection in me to induce other’s insecurity.  Cruel....tearing down each other
I am totally unhappy and foolish enough to adjust to it. they said it is the default living, Some got lucky... purposely blind. Some got brave.... to shut the insecure giant. 
Who made those rules? I-myself- blame it on me.
Why can’t I live the way just as me? In simple word RAW. though too late, The training is already taken in the same old trended path........wasted much to gain such...... I build this path.
Sometimes I am too scared to stand for myself because I think it’s too UP for myself. My eyes scale others. Is that possible, How you look? Eliminate worth living!  Paraphrased the meaning.......justification confectioning
The way I am,
nags me to death…...am I expecting much from me! because I assume spectators will measure me? want to be something, not knowing what it will be....pathetic fore vision graving for some direction..... who is living the present?
I love to be different, yet the same old trained soul hardly sips the drink, according to mine soul it is forbidden. Odd to be true you mixed with the stereotypical pollution. Change in me is polluted because the root in me is poison.
What you expect low pressure outside and high pressure inside it is a constant storm. Nah you can’t get time to breathe while it’s throwing you to an unknown distance with all its drowsy arms. We taught to curse the storm but not to enjoy the ride.
Somewhere in the loop my tiny heartaches, not knowing why it aches………maybe because it too scared to be not ok. Hope it expects, the ignorant mind doesn’t know how to hold the threat of faith. nobody knows it's ok to be not ok. Circling inside the loop.
Honestly, the world will hate rawness, but how long   can live with this fake whole-ness. So …freeze living! raw in me blurred under expectations.
I am raw – broken -simple- imperfect-ignorant- -------it goes on. Why does this world expect anything from me? Untold lie, unrevealed truth. (Its all assumption)
I accept myself I don’t want you to. My painted heart sneered and said…real you died long ago..........murdered
senseless all real, how secure it be insecurities.
no frames, already an image of God himself…...insecurities to those who believe in evolution; surely not an inheritance to any.
born raw, gonna die raw -between why makeup.
Wake up !
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pennedbyvaishdas · 3 years
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I keep on checking my mobile,
Looking for your virtual presence in my life.
The movie behind my eyes
shows you walking towards me.
Even if the sky swallows the light,
it never fails to leave behind for me,
Your memories, treasured in the deeper pits,
dug under the crimson flesh,
at the tips of the ticks,
between the dancing hands of the clock.
-vaishdas
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dikshaprashar · 4 years
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You see, I had it all planned out. I have designed my life out, a long time ago. Yet, I don't have concrete ideas about who I am now, whom I should become, what I am capable of. Which path I can choose to minimize the distance between these versions of me, I'm chasing. You see, I don't actually know anything at all. How to say the right things at the right time, when to shut up or talk longer about nothing passionately, whom to believe freely and let inside without the fear of abandonment, when can I finally get a break from adulthood and dance in the rain. The space is getting smaller each day, and the boundaries are messy. You see, I have this incredible talent to overthink each step I take, before screwing things up completely and then pretend like I don't exist anymore. Later, I go back to the front door, hoping I won't be greeted by the haunted house, like I won't have to pay the price for putting my faith in the wrong people. But every time I walk in, I realize it didn't work out. It never works out the way I hope. They made another permanent damage before leaving, and the house stinks of all the miscalculations. You see, then, I sit back on the floor, locking each door, drawing the curtains, counting the stupid decisions I made so far in the middle of the night. In the following days, I pull out the saddest mixtape out of my phone, till the lyrics plants its roots deep inside, asking me to get the crown back - that I have the rest of my life to figure the rest out. You see, sometimes, when I sit by the window at 02:34 am in the morning with a cup of coffee, I wonder, Do they remember me at all? Do they replay the times we spent together sometimes, anytime? What have they learnt from the traitorous time? If I dare to knock, will they invite me in? . . . . #musing #musings #mywriting #pennedthoughts #mywords #thoughts #onmymind #lostlove #blogging #indianblogger #indianbloggers #indianbloggercommunity #newpost #lovehurts #thisisme #mythoughts #theonethatgotaway #myphotography #booksandflowers #daylight #sadquotespage #sadedit #mylife #heartbroken #mymindandme #sadgirl #traitor #someoneyouloved (at India : South Asia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CVDckx7B8Vz/?utm_medium=tumblr
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hallofsidney · 3 years
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Imagine how we would be if we were less afraid... - - - - - #hallofsidney #sidneyhallpoetry #sidneyhall #ptsdpoetry #ptsdquotes #myhealingjourney #asafeplaceinsideyourhead #itsokaytonotbeokayedit #selfcarepoetry #yourstoryisntoveryet #untoldstory #poetryforthesoul #poetryinmotion #survivingnarcissism #iwritetobreathe #iwritemystory #iwritepoetry #reflectingonlife #thecompletequotes #pennedthoughts #thoughtprovoker #deepfeels #deepthinkers #writersmind #poetrypage #poetryisnotdead #poetsdaily #poetslife https://www.instagram.com/p/CPV_KnflWIi/?utm_medium=tumblr
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I don't claim to make you happier or wiser. But definitely promise that while you stay here, you can be you. Be you- when you comment, when you reply in the polls, when you DM to share your troubles or triumphs and at all times. This space is not a race to look good or oblige eachother through comments and likes. This is just a virtual diary shared between two strangers. You and Me. Until time allows it to exist :) आपकी (Yours) Stranger @travelwithmestranger . . . . . #travelwithmestranger #blogpost #hearttoheart #travelersnotebook #beyou #newpost #textgram #instadiary #todaysthought #thoughtshake #pennedthoughts #feelingsquotes #tumblrpost #thesincerestoryteller #fromstreetswithlove #mentalhealthblogger #strangerthings #blogfeed #readitagain #readingcommunity #writers #bloggergirl #myblog #journalspread #journaling #journalwriting #writinginspiration #healingwords #inspiringwords (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnPGIopJ-Ab/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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actualfemslash · 2 years
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like spring, you brush past me (and then you turn around, and then you stay) (7916 words) by pennedthoughts Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Hagakure Tooru/Ojiro Mashirao, Asui Tsuyu/Uraraka Ochako Characters: Jirou Kyouka, Yaoyorozu Momo, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia) Additional Tags: Fluff, Dark Shadow is An Alarm without A Snooze Button, He Who Must Not Be Named is Gone, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Soft Hours [Open], sleepy babs Summary:
[yaoyorozu > todoroki]
yaoyorozu: i have irrevocably messed up.
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vangoghingdavinci · 11 months
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it hurts so much
to still need you
this much
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I used to think happiness was vacuous and empty, like dancing in a cloud of blissful ignorance and letting your cognitive capacity soar away, high into the sky. But maybe it isn’t. Maybe moments of happiness would ground me to the present moment and allow me to experience the world in a way that makes anything and everything seem possible.
journal entry, 6/24/19
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marielle-poetry · 3 years
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Housewarming gift of a lovely tea set. Winter memories, so hard to forget. Tea was warm, but now it’s cold. Our youth flew by, and now we’re old. Flashing memories of the home we shared, and all we've built, when we had cared. Whenever I make a fresh pot of tea, I am haunted by what we had, and what we’ll never be. - Marielle C.M. International Tea Day (December 15). Photo Credit: Found on Pixabay, User - StockSnap https://bit.ly/3gLsVF8
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