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davidplantinga · 3 months
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Not only do city buses bounce and rattle, the seats are really hard.
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loveclub24 · 8 months
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Shitty Heaven
Sometimes I'm so overwhelmed by the sheer beauty of it all
while I'm alone in my car, music streaming out of the speakers
Listening to songs that make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world that has ever been from
California
like I'm the only one who truly understands what it means to be born in the sand
Raised by midnight walks down to Santa Monica Beach
The crowded Pier that suffocates anyone who attempts to participate in its games
The decaying AMC on the Promenade that seems to be perpetually empty
The rusty bikes on the Boardwalk
Venice Beach, in all it's weathered glory
The melancholy ocean breeze that always smells a little rotten
I love it all, anyways
In fact, I feel possessive of the imperfection of it all
The violent urge to envelope this so-called city in a bear hug overtakes me
This shitty heaven - it only can belong to me
And if anyone speaks ill of it, a quiet anger brews in my chest that makes me want to scream
You just haven't looked in the right places yet
Because the grotesqueness of it all,
The glaringly obvious flaws littering the glamor and glitz
They're what make this place home
I protect it because it protects me
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author-ml-mckenzie · 1 year
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They Are Real To Me
An original poem 
You say that they are not real You say that they are made up
But what you do not realize Is that they are more than that more than what you think they are
They are the friends that I never had The family that I made myself Souvenirs of a journey Memories of a time gone by 
My transports to another place My guides to another world My defenders of unknown threats My teammates in battle My most trusted advisors  My friends by my side 
They have helped me through my greatest struggles, Helped me through the worst of time, They have told me that I am not alone, When I felt the most alone that I had ever been
They are my closest confidants My found family My loyalist allies  My desirable enemies  And my secret keepers 
They have me guidance,  When I had no sense of direction They told me where to go  When I felt lost,  And were a friend to me When I needed a friend the most 
They are more than what you think,  They are not only a figment of imagination They are not made up, They are real to me. They are so much more than what you think And they are so much more than what you could imagine. 
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eat-my-w0rds · 2 years
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Say Something
Pretty girl who doesn't say a thing.
sits and watches with a smile on her face.
So smart with so much to say.
Thinking her thoughts are pointless,
silence is where she stays.
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jkcomfort · 2 years
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I am not who I was, who I am
Is not who you wished me to be,
Who you thought you saw as me
I am who I am, shaped into something
You cannot even comprehend in your
Minuscule mind, I have gained more than
I have ever lost, I’ve wilted and grown
Into something grander than what
You saw when you first set eyes on me—
I am not who I was, I am more, I am free.
There was a time in my life when how I perceived myself in the eyes of other people was extremely important. I called myself by other names and became something else, someone who ate the fruit of popularity and hoped I would gain something from it. These thoughts linger in the back of my mind to an extent. But slowly the meaning is losing its intensity. Because I see that it doesn’t matter. People will see you how they will. Your reputation will be marred in the eyes of those who only see you as your past self or as whatever their expectations are for you. But they don’t know that who you are now is not who you were then. Who you are is only something you can truly understand. No one can know you the way you know yourself. No one can fully understand your soul because no one can see inside you the way only you can.
Something happened in the midst of this noise and chaos. The walls of the kingdom I built burned to the ground. I was taken back to a previous time when people assumed things and made up an ideal for me. I was the good girl, the one who speaks when spoken to and is always polite, never dares to speak anything controversial. The bright and cheery one who is there for everyone and thinks of everyone but herself. I sunk into that. I disappeared into my innocence and caved when the snakes came to bite. They tore at my soul and left me for the wolves to eat up. But recently, I’ve realized that the ones who chase after you with the intent to tear you down are the ones who are the most broken and the most confused. They know not what they do. They are blind to their own whims.
I used to really hate myself. I didn’t always know it. But I did. Some days I still do. And you don’t see how much you hate until you are met face to face with the demons who haunt you. Some people ignore them until they are consumed by them and they don’t know how to defeat what has now become a part of them. They’re scared of the monster within. But I am not. You have to know what you are capable of to know how to become better than that. It’s the weak ones who don’t understand how corrupt and dangerous they are who fall and become the very thing they sought to destroy.
I’ve learned that just as kingdoms will fall, they can be built up. The walls of this place I’ve wandered have crumbled to dust just as the past must. For the past does not deserve our sentiments, and so I will not stay there.
So who am I now, you might ask? Well, I am becoming who I was always meant to be and the one who owns her name.
- Jeaneth
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caffeine-cravings · 2 years
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I never thought I would like you this much. I never thought I would relish the time we would spend together and long for more. I never thought I would want you to hold me in your arms and never let me go. I never thought I would laugh effortlessly at your lame attempts at jokes when you would try and cheer me up. I never thought I would be drawn to that invisible glamour of yours when you would stroke the strings of your guitar. I never thought I would hear your voice in my dreams and start wishing this was real. I never thought I would long for the touch of your face between my palms. I never thought I would want you this much.
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theb----word · 9 months
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marzkk · 11 months
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We’re talking about how politicians are ruining the country, how college credits don’t make sense, & other ramblings. You laugh nervously at one point and crouch down. “I was going to wait to tell you this right before you left, & I don’t mean it the way a lot of people say it, but you need to have kids. Or be around kids as they grow. Because this world needs more people like you.”
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attheendofforever · 1 year
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1.16.21
Love
 The most beautiful thing in the world 
Though I haven't exactly experienced 
 Life to its full potential yet
I think I've seen so much
 But I have hundreds more lifetimes
To unfold in
 A bond so strong 
A relationship so pure 
Is undoubtedly heaven sent 
So blessed yet so clueless 
 Not in terms of love In terms of there being so much more to learn 
 To give and take
 To step into and yet not know
 The world is at my fingertips
 Love is just the beginning
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excerpt from girl from mars
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overzealous-zodiac · 1 year
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Old to me, new to y'all 🥱🤘
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davidplantinga · 5 months
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author-ml-mckenzie · 1 year
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I relate to this poem and have ever since I read it. It is one of the best poems that I had ever read on what it is like to be a bookworm and what books mean to us bookworms. Books are not only a love or a hobby, they are a way to celebrate, to feel less alone, and a way to escape from our problems. 
Poem is from Journey Back to Me by Lexi Bruner now available in eBook and paperback 
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eat-my-w0rds · 2 years
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Is it you?
I hear you in the shadows
saying promising things.
You left me long ago
am I going insane?
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redhandedjournals · 10 months
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poem I wrote for my collection of poetry called Pathology.
#pathology #autopsy #poetry #poetryoftumblr #poems #poemoftheday #quotes
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caffeine-cravings · 2 years
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I wish I could ask you what you think of me. I wish I could walk up to you and spill all of the secrets I keep locked up in my heart. I wish I could stroke your hair lovingly and recite you pieces of poetry. I wish I could graze your hand as you would gaze into the depths of the sunset. I wish I could tell if your heart fluttered when our eyes would find one another in the crowd. I wish I could find out the place I have carved into your heart. I wish I could lie to myself of the love I see in your eyes when they find her. I wish I hadn't seen the love you give her; I wish I hadn't seen the love I wanted for myself. I wish you loved me the way you loved her.
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