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kairos-thehumanpoet · 2 years

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My Love 🫀

i told him

"i wish i could

give you the world."

(and i meant,

i wish i could

give you everything

you've ever desired and more.)

and he smiled,

pressed his lips

to my forehead

and said, "My love,

you already have."

~kairos 💛

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bhumika-b · 2 years

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◾ আ্যমুউসমেন্ট পার্ক ◾

সন্দিগ্ধ এই মানবতার ধ্বংসাবশেষ।

একটা সময় খাঁটি বাড়ি ছিল, পাকা সড়ক ছিল

নদী ছিল, চামড়ার মত মাঠ ছিল

রোমকূপে বৃষ্টি জমতো এক-আধ দিন।

ম্যাটাডোরে মানুষ গেল, পালেপালে মেঘ

পাপোশ ছিঁড়ল। বাড়ির ভিতে ঢুকল শীত।

দেওয়ালও কিছু ভাঙল বটে, জোরা তাপ্পি –

ইঁটের বদলে বালি দিতে পুড়ল রক্ত জোস্নাপ্রপাতে

এক-একটা ইঁট সরিয়ে নিলে এক-এক অযুত

পিছু হাঁটুক সভ্যতা। নদীর বুকে ফুঁসত যে প্রেম,

এখন নিছক রুটিন মেনে ভাগচাষা, আর রাস্তাগুলো

চলতে শিখে পাক খেয়ে খেয়ে আইন মাফিক ঢুকছে

মলে, ঢুকছে পার্কে, দেখছে শিশু পড়ছে রোলারকোস্টার

গভীর গাঢ় শূন্যতাতে।

#poetry addicts #বাংলা #poets on tumblr #poetry #বাংলা কবিতা

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tokenpoetry1 · 2 years

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Him--Her

#creative writing #poets on tumblr #writers #my writing #poetry #writers on tumblr #poetry addicts

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hafsadaneme · 2 years

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my poetry has become about you, everything i ever wrote i look at from an outsiders view and imagine only you. you bewitch me completely. i have become yours yet you roam the earth not knowing that there is someone out there who will follow you to the end and wants nothing in return but love. you are unaware that you have someone you own from the lines on her palm to the birthmark on the back of her leg. it all says ‘property of …….

h.daneme, property of you.

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roseacademia · 11 months

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🎶 I don't belong

And, my beloved, neither do you 🎶

Yeah, no, it's not that sweet.

What can I say? Sometimes you don't fit in because you're authentic and sometimes you don't last because you're rotten beneath the skin.

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wokeuprn · 1 year

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Lost in the Haze: The addled Mind

I wander through a foggy haze, Lost in a muddled daze, My thoughts in tousle, Uncertain of the right way.

The world around me swirls and spins, As I try to sort out what begins, To make sense of the chaos and noise, And separate the truth from the ploys.

But every turn I take, Seems to lead me to more mistakes, And every choice I make, Only adds to my heartache.

I feel adrift in a sea of doubt, My mind consumed with a constant shout, Of conflicting voices and opinions, That leave me with more confusion.

Oh, how I wish your presence, To reveal the path ahead of me, And find my way out of this maze, To a place with you where clarity reigns.

But for now, I am lost and confused, Hoping for a light to be infused, Into this darkness that I feel, And lead me to a more solid keel.

#missing #daily poem #original poem #poems and poetry #poemsociety #poetic #creative writing #writers and poets #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetry addicts #poetryisnotdead #love quotes #love

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derangedrhythms · 7 months

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Anne Sexton, Live or Die; from 'The Addict'

#anne sexton #live or die #the addict #poetry #excerpts #death #cw suicide

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firstfullmoon · 8 months

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Diane Seuss, “[Where is the drug to drug this feeling out of me]”

#owe my life 2 paige lewis and kaveh akbar for their anthology on addiction #w #poetry #diane seuss

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daweyt · 2 months

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Robert Bly, from “A Mind Apart: Poems of Melancholy, Madness, and Addiction; ‘Depression’”, edited by Mark S. Bauer.

#Robert Bly #A Mind Apart: Poems of Melancholy Madness and Addiction #American Literature #Poetry #Quotes #Lit #Literature #Litblr

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sfsolstice · 2 months

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exurb1a, from "A Large Red Button You Must Never Push That Fixes Everything" in Poems for the Lost Because I'm Lost Too

#lit #literature #typo #typography #fragments #light academia #dark academia #oops typo!#exurb1a #poetry #poem #quotes #aesthetic #an incredibly personal poem about addiction that i unfortunately relate to #maybe that's why it's so heartbreaking to me #i HIGHLY recommend reading this one #in fact i'll even scan it for anyone who wants to read it ! this poem is too much of a gem to not share or have a conversation about #240304

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stupidkupi · 8 months

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and you became like coffee in the deliciousness and the bitterness and the addiction.

-mahmoud darwish

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asoftepiloguemylove · 9 months

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Paul Gilmartin The Mental Illness Happy Hour // BoJack Horseman (2014-2020) cr. Raphael Bob-Waksberg // John Mulaney: Baby J (2023) cr. John Mulaney

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bhumika-b · 2 years

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দরজা খোলা আর বন্ধ করার মাঝে আছে কয়েকটা বোঝাপড়া। বৃষ্টিও তো প্রায়শই বিরক্তিকর। অসুখের দিনগুলো আর আটোতে চৈত্র সেলের মতো মাইকে গাঁকগাঁক করে বাজে না। অভিব্যক্তি নেহাতই উপলক্ষ, বাসরঘরের দরজা আজও খোলা। জলটুকু দিতে পারি, তারপরে নিশ্চয়ই ভদ্রতার খাতিরে বলব, রাত হয়েছে, বাড়ি ফিরবে কখন?

#poetry #poetry addicts #বাংলা #poets on tumblr

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mitskicoded · 2 months

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on addiction

1) shame by mitski 2) me 3) crack rock by frank ocean

#web weaving #web weave #webweave #poetry #moodboard #quotes #addiction #tw addiction #drug usage

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galaxywarp · 8 months

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(please like if you read. and it would mean a lot to me if you read.)

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My body and my mind have been sick lately

So my sleep schedule has been fucked.

3am is a normal time to wake.

And just before the sun rises,

I find a couple of dollars

And I put some gas in my tank and I buy a cheap iced coffee,

And I drive and I watch the sun come up

While I listen to music that makes my friends sad.

And as I’m standing at the pump and overdrawing my bank account to put a few dollars of gas in my car,

And my speakers are playing a song about wanting to kill my father with a baseball bat,

I see a man around my age walking towards the gas station,

From out of the shadows of the distant sidewalk

Into the harsh light.

And he’s wearing an oversized sweatshirt and baggy sweatpants and he’s walking alone through the dark to a gas station at 5 in the morning to buy a lighter

And some part of me registers that this is a man who others may feel nervous about him approaching them through the darkness.

But in him I see myself.

And I miss being a meth addict.

And I miss his world. And I miss dragging myself, dirty and beaten, to the nearest gas station at 5 in the morning with loose change in my pocket to buy myself a lighter so that I can smoke my meth pipe.

And I get back in my car that’s still playing a song about wanting to kill my father with a baseball bat.

And I try to think about what it is I’m missing.

And I think of rooms of faces,

Painful, terrible, beautiful faces,

Where every person there understands exactly what it’s like to be at a gas station at 5 in the morning listening to a song about wanting to kill your father with a baseball bat.

And you don’t have to think about it.

You don’t have to talk about it.

They just hand you a pipe

And a lighter

And the pain goes away.

And I drive to pick up my iced coffee

And I don’t feel as bad about the iced coffee as I thought I would.

It’s only two dollars, after all.

And it’s easy to find two dollars, even when you have nothing else.

You can find two dollars in a lot of places.

In your couch.

In old jacket pockets.

In the kindness of a stranger.

And I’ve been hoarding loose change for years.

I keep it in my grandpa’s old ammunition box from the war.

The box where I keep one of the shells from the guns they fired at his and grandma’s funeral.

The box where I keep a dirty rusty nail that someone gave me in rehab.

Someone who didn’t make it, but I did.

The box where I keep the smooth pretty blue stone that the other patients passed around on my last day, that they held close to their hearts as they wished me strength on my journey. As they told me that I was strong and that I was going to make it.

And it’s the box where I keep my loose change

For iced coffee

And meth lighters.

It’s easy to find two dollars.

Your mom will give you two dollars

If you tell her it’s for iced coffee

And not meth lighters.

Your mom will give you two dollars

If you promise it’s not to kill yourself.

And in the drive thru the girl asks me to please wait a moment, she has to refill the coffee.

And I tell her it’s okay, really, no rush.

And she thanks me

And tells me she appreciates me.

And I think about all the jobs I’ve had

Where I had to ask a customer to please wait a moment

So I could do something important

Like refill the coffee

Or use heroin in the bathroom.

And when she hands me my iced coffee I say thank you

And I tell her “I appreciate you too”.

And I see her face fall, briefly,

As she is stunned by my words

Taken aback by this brief, fleeting moment of genuine kindness and connection.

And just as quickly she smiles at me

Truly smiles

And says thank you.

And I hurry and drive away, so she can deal with the rest of the cars in line

Many of which are running late for work

And who will blame her for it.

And I take my drive.

And I watch the sun rise.

And I listen to music that makes my friends sad.

And when I come home

I wash down my antidepressants with what’s left of my iced coffee

And I think about how I don’t miss being a meth addict.

I am a meth addict

Without his pipe.

#recovery tag #addiction #drug addiction #recovery #poetry

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filmnoirsbian · 2 years

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Joan Tierney

#spilled ink #poetry #addiction tw #alcoholism tw #my writing #id in alt text #tcp #white lies

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