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popsonglackingpoetry · 2 years

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-- "if I'm being fully honest, after what happened... This feels like starting all over again... It's like I don't truly know you anymore and now I have to learn who you really are..."

-+ "well, then that's perfect. I could just take you on as many dates as it takes for you to get to know me and fall in love with me again"

Excepts of a conversation of a post-heartbreak couple staying together, 2022.

#love #poetry #poetry in real life #words #words of love #poetry in routine #found poetry in daily life #romance #hopeless romantic #romantic #conversation #excerpt #late night conversations #in love #relationship #couples #madly in love #excerpts from my heart #spilled ink

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dk-thrive · 2 years

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The daily routine of most adults is so heavy and artificial that we are closed off to much of the world. We have to do this in order to get our work done. I think one purpose of art is to get us out of those routines. When we hear music or poetry or stories, the world opens up again. We’re drawn in — or out — and the windows of our perception are cleansed.

Ursula K. Le Guin, Talking on the Water: Conversations about Nature and Creativity (Trinity University Press, October 11, 2016) (via Alive on All Channels)

#Ursula K. Le Guin #routine #habit #art #writing #poetry #poem #book

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poetryoutloud · 1 year

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sleep for the unfinished - v.w.

#the first thing ive written and somewhat liked in months #working title was nighttime routine dbksbdka #words #my writing #spilled ink #poem #poetry #a small edit for the tags. i hope the ending of this poem reads a bit like relief and/or acceptance #in that. yeah theres so much we couldve done and so much we left behind but in the end theres nothing you can do #and youre here so you might as well sleep

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fairydrowning · 9 months

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"The summer ended. Day by day, and taking its time, the summer ended. The noises in the street began to change, diminish, voices became fewer, the music sparse. Daily, blocks and blocks of children were spirited away. Grownups retreated from the streets, into the houses. Adolescents moved from the sidewalk to the stoop to the hallway to the stairs, and rooftops were abandoned. Such trees as there were allowed their leaves to fall – they fell unnoticed – seeming to promise, not without bitterness, to endure another year. At night, from a distance, the parks and playgrounds seemed inhabited by fireflies, and the night came sooner, inched in closer, fell with a greater weight. The sound of the alarm clock conquered the sound of the tambourine, the houses put on their winter faces. The houses stared down a bitter landscape, seeming, not without bitterness, to have resolved to endure another year."

– James Baldwin, Just Above My Head

#ik im not posting much here and it's all because of my academics #trying my best to make a normal routine again after summers so hope for best #i actually wanna make a huge post to say byee to summers but didn't get much time so whenever i get some time I'll definitely do that haha #dark academia #light academia #excerpts #fragments #poetry #spilled thoughts #words #romanticism #summers

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just-looking-for-stars · 1 year

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a bit of advice:

order dessert before dinner whenever you can. get the really rich option, the oreo cheesecake or chocolate mouse. lick warm, melty whipped cream off the backside of your spoon, scoop the chocolate clean off the plate, sit back and sigh and lament that you might have not saved enough room for dinner, without an ounce of regret, and then go on to finish the bread and oil and your entire bowl of pasta too. look utterly confused anytime anyone brings up their new diet, or how they need to work out before dinner, or that they are just soooo bloated, or how they just need to lose that last 5 pounds. act as if it is the most absurd thing you have heard that someone would even consider cutting calories or passing on warm cookies fresh out of the oven or ignoring the pleasure of eating a whole bag of pink starbursts in one sitting. picture yourself at age three, often. think about a time before dance classes or diet culture or tiny runway models or tumblr of 2012 got it’s hands on you. remember the way your belly rolls looked extra cute in your purple butterfly swimsuit with watermelon juice covering your sticky salt water fingers, braids wildly unkempt from summertime play (and then remember that nothing has changed with age except that now you have a blue butterfly swimsuit instead of purple). and when you can’t show up for yourself to feed this adult body that has to face the world, feed yourself at three years old, giggly and chubby, sweet talking in hopes for a second popsicle. let them know that they can have three popsicles if they want, and that tonight, we will even order our dessert before dinner.

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slowfalter · 10 months

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Build a successful morning routine

Take one yoga mat

Add dog hair

Make time for cold sweats

Existential dread for forty five minutes

Fresh coffee at fifteen minute intervals

That chest pain is probably gas

Maybe you just need a break

Or one of those miniature fridges for your make up

Then try to get dressed without looking in the mirror

It’s ok if you don’t recognise your own body

Maybe nobody does

Seek validation online

Are you a real person? Ten ways to tell

Where are your fucking keys this time

Get all generational trauma processed before lunch with parents on Sunday

Write down five things you are grateful for and then burn them

Ceremoniously

Misplace your organizer

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vuals · 7 days

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Whether you're taking your first steps toward a healthier lifestyle or continuing a longstanding commitment, every moment is the right moment to invest in your health.

Let's celebrate progress, not perfection.

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yo-yo-yoshiko · 1 year

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🎶Yoshiko’s Dream Sentai Team!🎶 Can you guess the theme?

Bonus Alata for sixth ranger(canonically bad at drawing but likes it anyway):

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vulpinesaint · 4 months

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having a normal one having a normal one having a normal one!!!!!!!!!!!!

#my poetry #i'll get the full thing of this poem together sometime. i have so much reading to do tonight though dkjghsdf #me nd miffy are the silliest little pair alive. guy who is routinely horrified to be reminded that god is everywhere #sitting holding hands with a guy who thinks that that's the whole point #tee hee #not sure exactly what the nuances of merc's feelings on god's presence in the world are. will ask him.#sure it fits into that little dynamic in an equally silly way though #valentine notes

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hersurvival · 1 month

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You have always been a creature of habit,

Of strict routine,

Vehemently against change,

Physically fighting it

All. The. Time.

And I stay silent,

I box myself up as if I am a gift,

A constant,

In a world where things cannot forever

Stay the same

But I am swelling with desire

To finally be whoever I want to be,

To be allowed to make mistakes

And you are throwing shotglasses at the wall,

Unable to put yourself aside for 2 seconds

To help find glass in the carpet

Before one of the dogs

Stay. Remain.

Only if everything will be the same.

Leave. Run away.

Sprinting down a path to become me.

I am scared I'm losing myself,

Always neglecting small pieces

That I never allow to see the light of day

Because you hate change

@nosebleedclub April 24th - Routine

#nosebleedclub #routine #poets on tumblr #writing #poetry #spilled ink #poem #spilled thoughts #spilled poem #spilled writing #original writing #writing prompt #spilled emotions #spilled feelings

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emulating-life · 3 months

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I think that words are the most beautiful thing we get to own. I love expression and to express. Sometimes it’s frustrating to find the right words but if we really listen and observe we can truly understand one another. Keeping an open mind. I try my best to listen and understand always, sometimes its hard and I argue out of spite. We are all so beautiful in our own worlds with our own words. I truly do love this world and the people I have come to meet. Some I am not too fond of but I could never hate. What a strong powerful word, a word most people use on a day to day basis. We all hold the power to make someone smile,laugh,cry, get angry and so much more. We all possess this power, and we all seem to forget it. This is not a post to advocate for world peace, I’m only expressing my love for words and the power we have with them.

I wish we would all stop holding in our emotions, we have to communicate in order to be heard, and I think we all want to be heard.

-Anna (unicorn)

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demaorgs · 13 hours

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"i was standing in someone else's happiness begging to be let in" is such a poignant line you'd expect it to be from a poetry book or something but instead it's from james acaster's 1999 cold lasagne hate myself

#peak #james acaster #is this poetry?#quotes #except its from a comedy routine

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invisiblemonstrosity · 2 years

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