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the-fundamentally-inadequate · 3 years

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eternalsummer2006 · 4 years

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New Years Revelations by Eleanor Hsieh

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bluestthingsonearth · 5 years

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i don’t write anymore

i’m alive again

no more ghosts

no more gardens

no more summers

not that i ever had them

i don’t pick up flowers from my garden and write about the weeds

i don’t hear god in my head

he’s sorry for the time he stole

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obaewankenope · 4 years

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I grow weary

Of saying the

Same words

I'm honest

I'm true

But you

Make me a liar

With your doubt

K.C

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lasbrumas-archived · 5 years

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there’s a chip in the paint where there wasn’t before. i trace my fingers over the rough wood of the porch, a dark brown against the faded white post. it’s almost as worn as my soul. has it really been so long since i played in front of the house, hair wild and tangled with brambles? time seems to slipping away from me faster than the sun sets behind the mountains to the west. and maybe it’s the light of a dying star many millions miles away painting everything gold, but i feel a twinge of something like childhood memories. it weasels its way into my heart.

the little meadow behind my house reminds me more of home than the building in front of me. i’m almost tempted to run through the blackberry brambles now overgrown, no one to tend to them, and scream like the child i can still feel inside of me. she is a wild thing. her shout becomes mine as i stare into the thick, woody branches. the neighbor across the street stares at me. but only the town dogs answer my call.

childhood nostalgia || s.c. || @eloquencenet challenge: returning

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tryiingss · 5 years

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The sky is purple today.

Please let that be a sign that everything will be alright.

I’d give all I have, so it would be okay.

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sothig · 6 years

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A Jolly Summer Picnic

Slimy, delicate pus;

It rolls down the face,

Squeezed from the eyes.

Tiny trickles

Of man’s filthy fickle

Health.

A clumpy, cascade of a pallid white,

Red streams like some berry jam

Mixed in with the rancid refuse.

Specks of brown,

Of a decaying, faecal tone

Mix themselves thoroughly,

Further,

Into that repulsively relevant rancidity.

It falls into the mouth,

Assaults the tongue,

Infecting every innocent taste bud

With a noxious gut-wrenching shudder.

It tastes of pure, unadulterated illness

And of a living, decaying death.

One can feel it slide its way down

Into your system.

It smells much as it tastes;

The sickness of life.

That rancidity emits its foul odour,

Which snakes into your nostrils

In a demoniac vapour.

It cascades into your skull

And surrounds the brain.

It soaks,

Deep,

Into that veritable sponge

And turns it to a pallid, green and bloody ball

Of all-encompassing illness.

Feel the natural corruption.

While amongst the natural!

Flies buzz, slugs writhe,

As you sit your picnic.

A burning summer day

With abundance of life.

Little courtesy gifts

Of maggot friends

To aid the pus.

They writhe upon your lunch,

Infesting it.

They bathe and splash amongst the ill-soaked rug

And all your sickly refuse that has come to paint your picnic rug.

They writhe in your eyes,

To feast at the source,

And they dig away at your bloating flesh.

Don’t fight them,

They are your guests.-sothig

I hope this isn’t too much of a bother and it’s acceptable enough;

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poetrynet · 6 years

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we provide you with an incredible group of poets that you can talk to at any time, as well as share your work with! you will also be able to access and reblog poetry onto the network blog, as well as participate in our closed, member-only events!

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ravxnqueen · 6 years

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you fall in love with a boy. but it’s no surprise, isn’t it? every day, a girl falls in love with a boy, in a single breath, at a single glance. you fall in love with his sweet smile, his dark liquid eyes blinking down at you, his coy laughter as he pointed out the blue streaks in your hair. you fall in love. / you fall in love with a girl. and it’s harder. your sister love girls like they are soft sunshine and gentle wildflowers crushed between your toes. people tell you not to follow her example. you just wish you know what you want, and possess the certainty of having someone you adore. you fall in love with a girl, at her shy grin and playful eyes, at her smooth fingers brushing against yours. you fall in love.

bisexuality // event one and a half: pride month // poetrynet

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artemisial · 6 years

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wordsmith

she is weary but

the hand that holds her pen is

steady as can be

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lex123abc · 6 years

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The Merge

Is hard to observe

Seems absurd

But is something we need to learn

The nineties and eighties

Tigris and Euphrates

Fiction and reality

Can become one big totality

Reading books in the late of night

Words merge before your eyes

And I sigh

Thinking if all these things can do it why can’t you and you and you and I

Republican Democrat and in between

Black, Asian, Latino, or white like me

We can all show empathy

Find the ground that’s in between

Work independently

To become a bigger and better entity

That would be the beauty

If we could do what the Beatles sang in Abbey Road

Stop considering different as your foe

If we could just find a way to unearth

The secret behind how to merge

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the-fundamentally-inadequate · 3 years

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feels demigodly 🤙 photography:@hymnofhues ~A.J. . #hymnofhues #nyctophile #nyctophilia #writersofhyderabad #writersofindia #poetsofindia #poetsofhyderabad #poems #poetry #poets #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #poemsgram #quotes #quoteoftheday #quotesgram #poetslife #poetrynetwork #poetrynet #poetryslams #writersofinstagram #writers #writersnetwork #writersnet #writerslife #writerscommunity #writingcommunity #theinkeddreams #TID #inkyourdreams (at Hyderabad) https://www.instagram.com/p/CTcQJoUhX81/?utm_medium=tumblr

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eternalsummer2006 · 4 years

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My Therapist Thinks I’m Crazy by Eleanor Hsieh x

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hymnofhues · 4 years

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shells ~A.J. . #writersofhyderabad #writersofindia #poetsofindia #poetsofhyderabad #poems #poetry #poets #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #poemsgram #quotes #quoteoftheday #quotesgram #poetslife #poetrynetwork #poetrynet #poetryslams #writersofinstagram #writers #writersnetwork #writersnet #writerslife #writerscommunity #theinkeddreams #TID #inkyourdreams (at Hyderabad - Telagana) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4zkFa7JXMe/?igshid=1js5akv28rzzt

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smallepics · 7 years

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i am marching

(and my mind is running, cutting and cutting itself off-)

i am marching

off off off to find

(you) an empire

i have smelled the turn of flesh, warm to cold

(it made me: sovereign, ruler, dynasty maker, emperor)

i have smelled the turn of flesh, warm to cold

staining the dirt dark wine in victory

i thought, a mind not quite my own

“that man died for me.”

-see but the blood of these men is not the same as:

red cheeks sticky with red cherry sap hitting my red robes hard

-and the dirt was not the same as:

pink shell sand molded by pink flush hands under a pink spilled sky

these memories burn different yellow gold orange molten fires

pressed against my burning eyes

(is that hate for men who have taken everything or tears that cannot fall i cannot tell i-)

pressed against my burning eyes i see

both-

kingdoms rising through blood and wave soaked dirt

one pushes up to choke my chest

with that smell, the smell of flesh

one is the rising pitching laugh of-

oh brothers

brothers brother brothers

you are the kingdom i am trying to build

you are you are you are—–

i am marching to you.

- Worth Fighting // N.A

Based off of WearyWNet Prompt: during the reign of the Yuan dynasty (1277 AD, China), Song loyalists preferred death over being ruled by the Yuan. While Empress Dowager Xie secretly sends the child emperor’s two younger brothers to Fuzhou in hopes of saving the heirs of the line, the child emperor survives the Battle of Yamen. He searches for his younger brothers to reclaim their empire together

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lasbrumas-archived · 5 years

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I know you told me you would stay, but it’s 6 am and i can’t help but notice how cold the bed in the spot you once held. my cat tries to take up the space, but he’s only a few pounds and that’s not enough to dispel the weight of silence and empty sheets. i appreciate him for trying.

but he’s not you

early morning || s.c.

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