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manderson1970060 · 6 months

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Resin of ancient lifelines webbed across tapestries of frozen dusk, and I enter through liminal dreams

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lux-noxaurea11 · 4 months

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- A.y

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summerreadsthings · 4 months

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princeofprosee · 27 days

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8.15.20?

Examine the cracks across our skin

millions of cells breaking down and recreating themselves

so that one day I will have a body he never touched

personal growth can't be measured

it is not two cups of sugar or half a stick of butter

it is not loving someone dispite hating yourself

personal growth is more like knitting

with practice and patience

you can redo your progress

even when ten stitches break out.

I have loved and been loved with a fire that refuses to burn out

sometimes this has been the worst experience

because my heart can be the most beautiful ship that hits an iceberg and sinks

or it can be the ship that rescued 706 people from a catastrophic heartbreak.

The cracks on my skin

the tunes I sing to myself during the day

the slight shift from Shakespeare to Vonnegut

from sad playlists on spotify

ringing through my small trailer

to happy songs

and dancing around the living room with Jasper

and morning cups of coffee

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okoninjah · 4 months

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I fucked up

And she realized that I’m not worth it…

She realized I really am nothing

She realized that I don’t matter

She realized she doesn’t love me

She realized that I’m not important

She realized that I don’t need to be there

She realized it’s been long enough

She realized that she no longer cared

She realized that I’m not good enough

She realized my kisses no longer mattered

She realized that neither did my touch

She realized she didn’t need to talk to me

She realized that I’m just not enough

She realized she could ignore texts

She realized that the sound of her voice would break me

She realized I wouldn’t call her -

Because the pauses in between would be deafening

She realized that I my biological family was still around

She realized that, oh and this is the best

She realized that I’m just not anything at all

So like the others, she left

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greyish-cheddar · 6 months

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The Writer.

When I was a little kid,

I always wanted to be writer.

Making up stories, putting pen to paper

It always made hard times seem a little brighter.

As I grew up, and life got harder

It became my escape.

Some sort of armour.

As I grew, I slowly learnt

How easily people are able to disappoint you.

I learnt to block.

I learnt to deflect.

I learnt to watch where I stepped.

I pushed away love,

Because it only came with hate.

But you can’t blame me, right?

I was just a kid

With a lot on my plate.

I couldn’t see the damage I did.

Most things in life are unknown.

That’s how many people live,

Having the unexpected hit them, like a cyclone.

But I’ve always been writer,

Used to control.

I’ve always known how the story was ending.

I never had to anticipate what the future was impending.

When things turned bad, or became too hard.

I’d retreat with my pen and paper

And write stories as a guard.

The one’s around me said

When I run and when I hide,

My words become shallow

And my eyes seem hollow.

I’d bottle my emotions with a sense of pride.

I let myself be vulnerable,

Just one time.

Blink and you missed it

Just like the perfect crime.

What I learnt from my experience,

Something that became a matter of fact;

Is that, finding new ways to hurt eachother

Is what we are all good at.

They say don’t fall in love with writers

because their poems are messy,

and their letters are empty words that are dressed up to be pretty.

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xcloudzz13x · 2 months

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She stucked her mind in a January sunset

Her eyes are still in an empty paradise

Can't hear the noise around, just the little laughs

Now a little bit older but doesn't feel a little bit wiser

- Cloudzz13

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thepurplepoesy · 2 months

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Bruise me!

To all the places it's already aching

Aching for your touch

The sweet bruises that blush

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rickstarbridge · 7 months

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Misfit

A wallflower sits silently. Lonely within the crowd, No one notices, no one cares. Forgotten, ignored, unloved, Too proud to beg.

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writertalks · 2 years

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There have been days when I've felt homesick at home. Extremely uncomfortable in my skin, and felt myself burning in an air conditioned room. There have been days when I have adored a smile on my face, while my soul has danced inside. I have loved every breath intake, and appreciated the very type of my existence. I have had black days, and white days, like every normal human out there. And I have felt myself grow in the midpoint of the line, where the black has mixed into white. I have felt the chronological growth of my soul, and I have died the next moment. My life has been a thrilling adventure of contrasts. And within these adventures, I have lost myself and I have found myself, a little more than a million times. And all the predicament had led me into what I look in the mirror today. I am grateful.

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manderson1970060 · 14 days

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Soft air sweeps over the stillness of evening, an eclipse still shadows my eyes, elusive moments where I resist luxury, totality traded for just a hologram

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lux-noxaurea11 · 4 months

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- Horace Traubel

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klaraannagonciarz · 2 years

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i'm scared that i'm not real

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eternalshoreleave · 2 years

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good morning I wrote a poem

You are my homecoming, dearest

I wake up, the room is light blue and gold

I reach for you, you smile into my shoulder

And in a few hours

We’ll go to that coffee shop.

I left her for so long

Chilly mornings with rain beaded on leaves

My head resting on the car window

The smell of exhaust while we waited in line

Applesauce, rosemary

Piano lessons.

Holding your hand as the sun breaks through the gray

I forgot what this felt like.

Dear one, can it be true?

Safety rolls back in

A gentle warmth for the two of us, alone.

-esl

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becomingvecna · 5 months

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— David Cronenberg, Consumed

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greyish-cheddar · 1 year

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Sun & Moon.

Sometimes I think of the sun and the moon as enemies,

Always demanding control of the Earth.

Opposite from the other.

Questioning the others worth.

Sometimes I see them as two souls,

Separated a lifetime ago.

One representing fire

The other, snow.

One’s power is so strong

it demands all to revolve around it,

The other, can’t help but bow down and submit.

Beautiful opposites,

Their love; gravity prohibits.

Sometimes I think of them as lovers who rarely meet.

Always chase.

Always miss.

Constantly falling for the sky’s tricks.

But once in a while, they do catch up

and they kiss as the world watches their eclipse.

#poem poetry prose writing #poems and quotes #poetry #sun and moon #lovers #moon #sun #writeblr

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