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poetry-by-lex · 2 years
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I wonder
I wonder what’s beyond the grave
Is it better that way?
I wonder what it’s like
To take your final breath.
Is it like a weight that’s been
Lifted off your chest?
I wonder what it’s like to
Be something to nothing.
Is it the feeling I’ve always
Wished of having?
Maybe I’ll find out
But for now
I’m left wondering
If death is really what I want
Or is it just an easy escape?
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junflower123 · 1 year
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I find it interesting how I am supposed to say that I am someone “with ADHD” Someone “with Attention-Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder”  Someone with, disorder
I’m not supposed to say that I am disorder Because “disorder” is not supposed to define me But damnit, it does
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eccedentesiast-skies · 5 months
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You’ve grown into someone who would have protected you as a child. And that is the most powerful move you made.
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liesandnights · 2 years
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To lovely humans who were excluded from invitations, left behind when they tied their shoes, forced to walk in the grass when the sidewalk was full, spoken over when you tried to contribute, whispered about or laughed at, given side-eye when you tried to fit in.... you are so worthy of love.
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nfsdiaryy · 1 month
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mdemn · 2 months
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someone has to leave first. this is a very old story. there is no other version of it.
rien ne va plus - margarita karapanou / ghost, zero, suitcase, and the moon - richard siken, beginners (2010) dir. mike mills, glue - richard siken, beginners (2010) dir. mike mills, the absolutely true story of a part-time indian - sherman alexie, tumblr user lalallorona, fuck it i love you - lana del rey, the worm king’s lullaby - richard siken
buy me a coffee? <3
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acrashedjournal · 9 months
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our theory is that there is a god, and he is hungry. Carmen Maria Machado
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sentientsky · 5 months
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“To The Daughter Who Secretly Longs For Her Mother’s Affection,” Lynne Shayko
today i learned that i’m not above using my own fanart as a backdrop for angst <3
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fromdarzaitoleeza · 2 months
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Spring is here , the true beginning of the year , the season where my soul reborns and blooms .
I have made some progress in terms of the person I am becoming, truly in all my honesty all that i have done is to stop caring for everything that once used to matter , the less I care about anything in particular the less I am bothered and the happier i stay. And i really hope everyone here is doing well and I appreciate all the love that was sent.
The problem is I care a lot about everything and i don't even get the bare minimum in return and when i do get it it's too late, so much time has passed by then ,when it comes by then i do not want or need it because it's the not care that came out of love it came out of their guilts. And the longer i wait for it to come by -the more I learn why I don't need it anymore .
I am slowly learning to value myself ,trying to put myself in a position where I can agree that i too deserve all the good things and love even on the days when i have nothing to offer .
Idk guys I am just here to rant and to be stupid
Better late than never they say , I guess it's not too late for me either, I will start my life and live up to what I want & how I feel ,i don't have to care about anything else as long as I feel alive in my bones things will eventually flow, I will fall in love with myself little by little day after day.
I will choose myself instead of choosing others and I will fall in love with my solitude instead of bearing it with me , i don't care if I end up alone if I do end up all by myself I will be with someone who i know has a tendency not to give up .
Life is really short i just don't want to sit and watch it pass by , if I am lucky enough I will have 40 more springs to experience , I have clear boundaries and thoughts in my head now, eventually i will find peace through it I hope so.
Ramdan kareem to people who celebrate it here please remember gaza in your prayers and fastings
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firerubyjam · 11 months
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I would do anything to change the way my brain works
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poetry-by-lex · 1 year
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all these scars have memories of their own walking on a battlefield i called home.
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canisfamiliars · 9 months
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“dog stained with a wolfs touch”
trigger warning implied sexual assault :
this piece is based on a personal journal entry of mine, metaphorically referencing csa & it’s long term effects. click below to read it.
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fuckingwhateverdude · 9 months
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THERAPY SESSION #1
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rosebud-poet · 1 year
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[Black text on a white background that reads:
my gender is whatever makes me easiest to kill,
my gender is breeding stock, kill all men, can’t you just stay unobtrusive and neutral, the question cut apart in debate chambers, my ragged flesh and bones picked for statistics and arguments by vultures in suits who go home to too-young wives, breathing out my same old screams to useless onlookers sitting in rows, you’re disgusted by my blood on the floor but unwilling to shoot down what’s killing me slowly, what are the magic words i need to say to get you to care that i’m dying, 
my gender is polite young woman in a pantsuit long long dead, forward-thinking and modern, isn’t it funny that she lived as a man, she wanted better opportunities, we dug up the body and passed it around the archives and if you look here you’ll see the place where they cut out the most important parts, so sad to see such irreversible damage, so sad she never had children, so sad she was mutilated, but she was such a trailblazer, the first woman to put a bullet in a state senator’s head,
my gender is a bullet in a state senator’s head, shooting down vultures before they break my sibling’s skin, crippled tranny faggot (triple threat) with a score to settle, with a gash down the center of its chest spitting fire through pharmacy phone lines, never fucked someone who wasn’t an enemy of the state, never was your little girl, sticking around till the bitter end and triple dog dare you to come bash me yourself you bloody-beaked coward, come watch me be the monster you all say i am,
my gender is whatever makes me hardest to kill.]
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sorceresssundries · 1 month
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Gale's Poetry Journal - The Night of the Tiefling Party
If the sky was mine to master, To carve with sculptor’s sight, I’d wake the stars from clouded sleep To cast you in their light.
If this evening was eternal, If the music didn’t end,  The Gods would further spurn me,  For the worship I'd intend.
But tomorrow isn’t promised,  And silence mutes the lyre, The stars desert us one by one, just embers left from fire. 
So i’ll let the distance linger,  And pray in hopeful trance That i’ll dream of you in starlight When darkness ends our dance.
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loverssuggestions · 9 months
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I don't want to sound crazy but I need you to know that I require to be told nice things. To be reminded that I am enough. My scars may be healed but they are still scars at the end of the day, and so while it wasn't you who put them there I need reassurance you will not add more. I need to be told I am okay. That I'm enough. That I do matter. That perhaps you won't just leave one day with me confused and wondering what I did wrong.
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