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sweatermuppet · 3 months

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the Beneath Issue of Beaver Magazine is live & free online right now! it is the first ever magazine ive edited for & i am immensely proud of the pieces i was so generously allowed to read & select

#beaver magazine #silas denver melvin #sweatermuppet #poetry #poetry journal #poetry magazine

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belovedapollo · 22 days

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A6 notebooks gifted to me by my fiancé, black is softcover moleskine, white is hardcover lamy and green is softcover leuchtturm1917 🌱 reblog is ok, don’t repost/use

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iphigeniacomplex · 8 days

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[It is abominable, unquenchable by touch] by Diane Seuss

It is abominable, unquenchable by touch, closer to the sublime than sentimental, more animal than hominid, I've seen it in the eyes of birds weaving on a stem of ragweed, voracious, singular, there is no one like me, Dickinson in her narrow bed, her cold clenched hands, her penmanship unreadable, even following a recipe for black cake, her black cake came out strange, lusher than the template, and every freak I ever met had that same look in their eyes, armless, threading a needle with their lips and teeth, legless, rounding a corner on their cerulean cart, monarchic, imperious, wild, sad, and like every virgin queen, the need for love revolting and grand.

#anyone else up having an it is abominable unquenchable by touch spring #its this one + my dreams my works must wait till after hell in my brain like a mantra lately. several of holzers inflammatory essays too.#okay time for the organization tags nice talking with you all #it speaks!#<- not my writing but my post. you understand.#ceci n'est pas une femme #shelter/warning #hysterical studies #bird motif #(<- collecting bird mentions now on account of the factors)#diane seuss #poetry journal

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starmothpress · 3 months

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@starmothpress on ig

Checkout how big my moleskine expanded is getting

This beauty has a little bit of everything

And so much more to go

#artist #dreamy #ethereal #abstract art #abstract #mixed media #collage #art journal #journal #sketchbook #creative journaling #poetry journal #moleskine expanded #moleskine #writers notebook #notebook life

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kirthanasastry · 2 months

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As a child I felt

The moon chased me

The subtle light falling

On every step I take

he never failed a chance to disappoint

This small fragile heart

It's the comfort I found in him

That I failed to find in most people

That surrounded me

He healed the deepest scars

Made by the ones who betrayed

Brought back the happiness

That was once taken away

A feeling of freedom under the night sky

The moon made me feel alive again

~K.S

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nicholaspopkey · 6 months

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A Billion Drops of Water

Passing through cities in various countries, I scatter myself, living multiple lives, entertaining different versions of myself. With a healthy detachment, I allow and accept each life that I live. Not, as I learned does not serve me, with an obsession, by which all the eggs in the basket break at once, and the city sours, and the friends I had feel like phantoms, and the only light ahead is from the torch of a night train I don’t have a ticket for, and I must leap onto it as it is rushing by, throwing my bones to the wind for the sake of landing elsewhere. I have learned better.

Somewhere, away, there is always is another sea of phantoms, but they cannot cause me anxiety because I do not yet know them as friend or foe, and so their unknown shapes are fitting and acceptable.

To build a life somewhere and have it fall apart can feel like the greatest tragedy.

But if I can love myself unconditionally, knowing that at the deepest level of consciousness, I am all I will ever have (even in relation to others), then it should not bother me to begin again. Those fresh phantoms can be trusted, must be trusted, because without hope, there is no life at all.

From city to city, I find myself expressed in separate pieces, pieces which I can only sometimes give names to, but mostly they are flashes, like the truth in dreams, drifting out of comprehension when the first thoughts of the day replace them.

These pieces of self cannot commit to a subject or object or knowledge of self, and instead, by their very existence, are more akin to a billion drops of water; they can only take shape as independent entities brought together by a serendipitous fusing. Wrapped up in a net of indescribable energia that is entirely of the moment, buzzing at a point of focus that is not created, affected, or controlled by human effort. But it wraps up these moments of clarity all the same.

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sadiahakim · 7 months

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Respect for yourself that comes at the cost of disrespecting others and respect for someone else that comes at the cost of disrespecting yourself are equally disgusting.

Sadia Hakim

#poetryjournaling #poetry journal #sadiahakim #writers on tumblr #art #aestheticedits #text poetry #quotes #original poetry #original writing #original #writersblock

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loveindeeair · 10 days

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His little spring, that sweet we found,

So deep in summer floods is drowned

- Robert Seymour Bridges

- 'So Sweet Love Seemed That April Morn'

#robert bridges #so sweet love seemed thta april morn #april #poem #poetry #love poem #journaling #art journal #poetry journal #handwriting #handwritten #scrapbook #journal #notebook

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minima-poesia · 24 days

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👂Qualcuno ha detto call for poetry?👂

Mentre lavoriamo al nuovo numero della nostra rivista che uscirà a Giugno, apriamo le danze per quello successivo. Potete inviarci le vostre poesie, opere grafiche e poesie asemiche cliccando qui. Seguite le istruzioni sui moduli e il gioco è fatto.

Noi vi leggiamo e vi ringraziamo, come ogni volta, per la fiducia che riponete nel nostro progetto. Non vediamo l’ora di farvi leggere il nuovo numero e soprattutto di farvi conoscere nuovi formati su cui stiamo lavorando… 👀

Nel frattempo, sbizzarritevi che vi leggiamo!

P.S. per info e richieste potete scriverci attraverso il modulo “Contatti” sul nostro sito, oppure inviateci una mail a [email protected].

#poems and poetry #poesia #poetry journal #editorial #rivista #poems on tumblr #call for poems #call for artists #asemic art #asemic writing #asemic #poetiitaliani #poetry #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #poetic #poems #short poetry #original poem

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sexwithscorpio-divinelove · 1 month

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The poetry journal. Unique Union quotes

Dear Lovestar, Today, I’m working on the creation of Union quotes to add to my poetry journal. “Love is the union of two souls, bound by trust, respect, and an unbreakable bond.” “In the union of love, two hearts beat as one, creating a symphony of passion and devotion.” “Love knows no boundaries, it seeks only the union of two souls destined to be together.” “True love is not just about…

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#journaling #love quote #love quotes #poetry Journal #romance #twin flame #union journal #union quote #union quotes

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orfeolookback · 4 months

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when the strobe has ceased to be a bethlehem star

i call your love-laced name into the dark

the only sympathy i find is in these walls

you show me how to rend the tides

#poetry journal #don't look back

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iphigeniacomplex · 15 hours

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my dreams, my works, must wait till after hell by Gwendolyn Brooks

I hold my honey and I store my bread In little jars and cabinets of my will. I label clearly, and each latch and lid I bid, Be firm till I return from hell. I am very hungry. I am incomplete. And none can tell when I might dine again. No man can give me any word but Wait, The puny light. I keep eyes pointed in; Hoping that, when the devil days of my hurt Drag out to their last dregs and I resume On such legs as are left me, in such heart As I can manage, remember to go home, My taste will not have turned insensitive To honey and bread old purity could love.

#it speaks!#poetry journal #gwendolyn brooks #this has been my mantra lately. ive been repeating it to myself over and over. even the title alone is so striking its an incredible poem.

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pluckypeony · 10 months

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I decorated my poetry journal recently! It reflects my inner world and the contents of the book much better this way.🌟🌺

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anundiscoveredelement · 10 months

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I have a hard time praying. I think its because my heart is too big for my chest, my emotions more than my body, I start to pray and everything rushes out, and im left there, a raw nerve, feeling more than what can fit in my skin. My prayer is feeling, splaying myself open, prying open my chest rib by rib until I am finally free. A cavernous expanse to be filled and understood. No words express the feeling of taking my still beating heart in my hands, blood dripping off my finger, and laying it at His Feet. That is all I can envision, surrender. How am I to pray in words when my feelings surpass that? What else am I to do other than lay my heart upon the ground and let Him fill me for how can I articulate my emotions better than He can understand them?

-Meditations at the foot of the Eucharist, July 2023

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#original poem #sad poetry #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #female poets #poetry #prose #sad prose #new poets society #religious poetry #catholic poetry #catholism #eucharist #prayer #poetry as prayer #poetry diary #poetry journal

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denticulate-blooms · 10 months

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It's official, published poet in a literary journal. It's a dream come true. So many thanks to my family who were the main inspiration for what I have written and to @mishacollins for kickstarting the idea that maybe my words were worth something around 2 years ago and now I have a whole book (thanks again.to signing it...it felt like a seal of approval and he took.a copy). I'm on cloud 9, is this real?!

#misha collins #poets and poetry #poets corner #poetblr #poet #poetry #poem #poetry journal #spnfamliy #i wished for this #IWishedForThis #SCBardSociety #SCBard #Bard #official poet now #this is what it feels like

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bluejayturion · 2 months

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2.11.24, 11:07am

It is your birthday.

And the sky is colorless

And the cars continue down the road in front of mine like chariots coming off the freeway ramp

And the dog sleeps on its side with gentle whuffing breaths

The morning is gray.

-💠

#💠#✍🏻#original poetry #poems on tumblr #poetry journal #poetry

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