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Yes we are in love. It is a place that we live in. We reside in love like it’s a forest; an enchanted wood and we are it’s deer and stags, leaping over walls and eating it’s fruit.
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woundgallery · 2 months
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thedarkmaidenn · 8 days
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Poetry Prompt: live like the serpent 
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byegonnagocrynow · 2 months
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my sanity is fragile, but what even is love if it doesn't drive you insane?
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eddiebabygirldiaz · 8 months
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Inspiration Saturday
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thank you lovelies! i am obsessed with you all! 💖
here are some things that are inspiring a new poem i am working on
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ray0magdalene · 3 months
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a tender piece of mind.
a soft finger that’s grasps mine,
it burns.
this feeling is so new…
the feeling of caressing,
the amount of genuine concern,
within your breath,
deep within your eyes,
filled up of love and gratitude…?
for me??
i wanted it to be true.
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study-of-happiness · 2 years
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"Losing is fine, everything is fine."
Cocain and Abel by Amigo the Devil
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gentletaurusfeelings · 5 months
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I think I am going to try something new, because the voices worry my time will be up soon.  Checking out with five skeins of yarn and my hands begin to shake worried that if I don’t exceed, it's a waste of time – and time means everything to me. I sit down with the hook in my hand while purple snakes slither under my tongue.  The yarn forms around my rotted brain but if I live to see the next day, I’ll tell that boy  he meant everything to me - and maybe he’ll  kiss me because I made him a cotton heart.  Over and under I see my body work tirelessly to create yet I am a ghost to myself listening to anxiety’s fate. My hands ache and I’ve ran out of yarn. The voices say I've misused my time. I think I am going to try something new.
— Taurus Feelings, ‘Something New’
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annrkive · 2 years
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you're gonna figure it, like you always do!
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Poetry Inspiration Playlist
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2lovepoetry · 9 months
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Can our hands be stained with blood together? Stained with our life? Together?
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woundgallery · 11 months
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Vincent van Gogh, The Vestibule of the Asylum, 1889, black chalk & gouache, 61.6 x 47.1 cm
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thedarkmaidenn · 21 days
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Poetry Prompt: I thought I could fix you
A poem about domestic violence. You are not alone, you can escape their trap, do not lose hope.
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byegonnagocrynow · 2 months
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i watched the clematis bloom in you while you talked of your passions, your eyes gleamed with sentiments as you held onto hope for something better- so keep denying i know you, because in all honesty, i could write epics on you.
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armaansays · 9 months
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Between
realities
and wishes
there is a river ...
called poetry.🌻
✒️Armaan 🏞️📜🌠
Help a poet to not starve.
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honey-writes · 1 year
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From “The Motel Chronicles” by Sam Shephard
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