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the-sunlit-child · 6 months

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all that you said

meant a lot to me / it echoed like a lullaby from when i was young / it felt familiar but strange / as if i was almost already there / they say words cut deeper than a knife / like when my looks were scrutinized by a boy whom i loved / i used to treasure the scars as if it formed the word love because i never knew how it was spelled / l-o-v-e / i knew nothing about words except when i write / i knew nothing about love until you came / y-o-u / means a lot to me / it echoes through the chambers of what i am and of what i will be / now love looks familiar and comfortable / and words flow like a river calmly coming back home.

— Lei Angeline

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ridgetherevolution · 1 year

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angledartstudio · 1 year

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This week I'm going to work my way through Ballade sur la mort Du Gursclin by Eustache Deschamps this week for artistic inspiration. Let's see where this journey takes me 😎 #poetry #poetrylovers #poetrysnotdead #art #artist #frenchpoetry #français #French #mort #artisticinspiration #sketchingart #sketches #experiment https://www.instagram.com/p/CnMiaKgsVVN/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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patinainsurance · 1 year

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eclecticartisanpatrolparty-blog · 2 years

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Check out @word.vomitzine on insta to see a poetry & Literature zine that is booming right now!

Is based around therapeutic writing. STRICTLY UNPROFESSIONAL PRESS

No borders or Binary writing, new theme each time.

#poetry #poetrysnotdead #punkpoetry #political poetry #theraputicwriting #zine #poetryzine

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drunk-on-writing · 4 years

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you know that character you love so much? (you know -- the one from that movie you always watch when you’re feeling sad the one from that show you’ve seen so many times you can quote the episodes the one from that book or comic you’ve read more times than you can count) think about how much you resonate with them how they’re like a mirror image to the way you see yourself how they empathize with pieces of your soul in ways that a real life human cannot how they feel like a representation of you you see so much of yourself in them and you love them so much so why can’t you love you too? if you can find it in you to look past their flaws and see gold shining in their cracks maybe you can do the same for yourself after all if your favorite character is a reflection of you, and you love them more than words can say maybe its possible for you to love you too

(cc, 2020)

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marty-louis · 3 years

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scuzzballpoetls · 3 years

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Let Me Teach You Bitches How To Moan

#co dependent #poetry #female poets #writers #mental illness #poetrysnotdead #poetsandwriters #living with bpd

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briarmoon · 3 years

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Redneck Curse (Ghazal)

Bitter blue pills stuffed inside a purple poppet of ya, O’ redneck gigolo, the cure for some things can kill ya. Dark thread tightly tied around an egg scribed with a sigil, Like your strumming banjo, the binding of string can ill ya. A glass vessel filled with vinegar and maledictions, As veins flow indigo, those cold bones that swing can chill ya. Melted black wax running down a mason jar seals your fate, When the bandwagon’s slow, ho-hum hicks who sing can thrill ya. Evil eye glaring at vileness stewing in its sour soup, Once seeds of blind faith grow, red herrings that cling can gill ya. Hey Klonopin, you don’t care how long it’s been since I’ve lived, Now a twisted third wheel, spinning hearts that sting can still ya. Dear Briar, it’s time to release this burden cursing us For we already know, the cure for some things can kill ya.

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crazygirlthinks · 3 years

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she.

She’s allowed to be mad at the world

when the world is against her.

She’s allowed to break free

even when her body tells her to scatter all the debris.

She’s just a human being after all,

what do you expect from her?

She’s not an angel,

but she’s someone who will always be there for you.

Just let her be.

written by: crazygirlthinks

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the-sunlit-child · 4 years

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Every now and then, I can still feel the pinpricks of the past associated with the way we ended. The shards of our memories seldom tarry at the front of my door, leaving post-breakup notes and unanswered calls. They continually skulk behind the crimson curtains, whispering scenes I wish I could never remember.

Every now and then, our love still haunts the rest of me. The ghost of the time we once had had resided in the alleyways of my mind. The hollow coves of this empty heart were filled by your remnants. As the gnomon dictates another second, you were there, waiting for the other hand of the clock. Whenever it strikes 12, those hands will eventually meet and I'll be walloped by another surge of your spectral coming.

Every now and then, I tried my hardest—to forget and forgive and move on. I tried to get over with your remnants, the sound of your voice in the morning or the letters you wrote for me. I tried to take on the challenge, to make it through despite the loneliness.

Every now and then, I still wish for your return, I still sit by the door with this lonesome yearning for somebody else's love.

Please leave your message after the beep.

“whatever it is, I need to forget you”

words by Lei Angeline

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ridgetherevolution · 1 year

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j-l-williams · 4 years

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❄️ ❄️ ❄️

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patinainsurance · 1 year

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yungflaco989 · 4 years

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So I decided I wanna try a new format for my poetry... a video poem. The first one is called “The Author”. The song that is playing in the background (the inspiration to the Poem) is dreams we’ve had- makeout! Enjoy!!

//Poems-By-Augustine

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arambles · 5 years

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Growing up every time I left the house, my parents would say: "remember who you are, what you stand for, and what you believe in" when I was younger I thought it was their way of telling me, "Don't act a fool" . As a young adult, my parents still tell me this. Not as frequent. But with deeper meaning. It's their way of telling me, "Don't let anyone change you. Value who you are. Stand up for yourself. " So that's what I did. At the ripe age of twenty. See, if you surround yourself with the rotten, you've already forgotten who you are. If you stand with the rotten, you've already forgotten what you stand for. If you believe in the rotten, you've already forgotten what you believe in. I stood for myself, and walked away. I got in my car, and moved on. The sunset in my rearview mirror, yet the future was glowing In the distance, through the windshield. . . . . #poem #poems #poemsporn #poet #poetry #poetrysnotdead #poemsofig #poemsofinstagran #poetsofig #poemsofinstagran #selfhelp #motivation #photo #author #photography #photographyofig #authorscommunity #movingon #quotes #work #job #sun #sunset #chinesecharms https://www.instagram.com/p/B2z_Z9hh0ao/?igshid=7sw2evfb8j3

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