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env0writes · 3 months

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A Feud to Carry Vol. 2, 2.1.24 “30 Days; Or Less”

February is the month of mistakes Trial and error The second beginning, to pick up the pieces Left by January, left by the prior year Left by everyone around you And make something of the days Building each one upon the next Snapping into place The shortest month Therefore the safest to try Let this be the beginning Of the next day and the next day Each step gaining speed In the downhill race to March Stumbling to find that rhythm Even if you tumble and roll Towards that goal You are still, yes still, moving forward

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env0 · 7 months

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Spilled Inktober, 10.9.23 “Repetitive Bookworming"

How wise these gentle shepherds of souls must be To gnaw such scholars to the core Greater than any Alexandria, if we could usurp the almighty What knowledge to use to wage this holy war Oh, messengers of the departed, dearly pass on Knowledge and spirits as well Look into the light, so that the cycle moves onward, time is gone As our the books, empty bindings on the shelf, like hell Again, the words are missing, where did they go? Father, mother, gone to the flame Knowledge pursuit in desperate flow Consume each line, lettered, fettered with blame Another book, another tome, another hallway wings will roam Flitter, flit, and flick each page Such records read, soon consumed, and laid in loam Oh, the flame should fill all with rage Red and bright, oh, burning light Where gentle souls seek out to chase Pass on, you weary readers, into the night Sleep, oh, dream, of distant lands and lives to soon embrace

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origami-houses · 1 year

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When I start crying

I often find

that I just can't stop,

and I begin to wonder

if anyone has ever drowned

in their bedroom before.

- G.L. Angelone

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imperiallefty · 2 years

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i am God’s shrivelled heart

i am his left-handed son

to short to reach around

but with just enough pull to make kingdoms come

i am the promise of free will

i am the meek and meager offerings of flesh

bread and body soaked in wine and blood

prayers forever thirsty and thirsting

i am God’s shrivelled heart

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imperial-poetry-prompts · 2 years

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Imperial June

#imperialjune

crisis management

cutting your own hair

heirlooms

burning bridges

ghosts

hollow points

shallow waters

ruins

riveting tales

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chucklinggg · 1 year

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She screams

I scratch,

Whirling

Flakes of snow,

The skin falls

/

He hollers

I scratch,

The barriers stretch

Elastic, expanding

Until they can take

No more

/

The hollow words

the gurgling toads

Ricochet, feed on sleep,

Nails dig and scratch

for sweet release

/

Walls thin, painted red

Trail into the river

Of shame,

Nails dig further, making

Tributaries upon tributaries,

It is my fate

The scarred flesh

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ginadope · 2 years

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unreasonable

We could meet right at my door The keys glow inside But the not very nameless mind And the knife I found where longing dwells They have no patience Stand firmly on this ground I understand, I see Return to the twisted waltz The unknown good The familiar evil The rhythm of missteps

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dolores-hazy · 4 years

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Wanting only what you can't have

That which evades your grasp

Hungry for fruit on the tree

Farthest from reach

Breaking a sweat, finding footing

Unsteady, off-putting

Obstacles to get around

Chance of crashing to the ground

Inching closer, almost there...

Gotcha! Now where to?...

Nowhere left to go

But

d

o

w

n

Fait accompli

Somewhere else to be...

Untouched fruit, new tree

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yesimmortalspiritblog · 3 years

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Poem also in caption. I always been aware of many people having a connection to trees. I have never given trees that kind of attention untilI recently. The trees around me captured my attention when they bombarded my patio and front door area with the shed of leaves, seeds, acorns, sap and pinecones. At first, I got frustrated, but then peace fell upon me and the idea to get to know them came to mind. So, I been spending months acqainting myself with them, telepathically and lovingly speaking to them. Lo and behold, on a recent morning as I visit with them, I heard their sad whisper, which inspired this short piece. Enjoy🕊🙏💞💞💞🕊 ~Trees~ This April season, I am surrounded by trees. I slip into silence and listen to their leaves rustle in the breeze. They shed seeds replenishing world needs. My soul leaps of joy as I listen to their majestic whispers. They hold a great future for generations to come if we would surrcomb to the soft cries of their pleas to no longer destroy the growth of peace. To stop and listen to their wisdom ends the war against them. They are a majestic form of life we can learn from when we bring to an end the effect of destruction. 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋 . . . . . . . #trees #peacefulformoflife #listentotheircries #listentotheirpleas #listentotheirvoices #listentotheirwhispers #listentopeace #peaceonearth🌎 #stopdestructionofnature #stopdestruction #stopitalready #apoetsheart #apoetsvision #poetswisdom #poetswhisper #poeticallyspeeking #poetssoul #poetryofheart❤ #poetry (at Trees) https://www.instagram.com/p/COf-l-XFeDL/?igshid=mub4kw94zcmo

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savedinmydrafts · 2 years

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STARDUST AND DEAD LOVE

i saw constellations in your eyes

and with you

i didn’t see a whole new life

i saw another galaxy

i saw a future like the sky

every opportunity

with you i saw a family

and maybe i just fantasized

the way your eyes

had this way

of defying gravity

and i’d forget

that shooting stars were once alive

but like us they’re just a tragedy

// Ophydia

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prasannawrites · 2 years

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routine love. written for @writeblrcafe‘s prompt: "There was a certain comfort to be found in predictability”. Text ID under cut.

My day starts at 5 am, an hour before your alarm clock blares,

stirring you from whatever soft dreamland you found yourself in—

by the time I’m showered, dressed, and awake, it’s 5:25 am.

I fix you breakfast first, your favourite, muesli with fruit.

It’s been soaking in milk overnight in the refrigerator, just how

you like it—I slice up a banana, quarter strawberries, and grab

a handful of blueberries and do my best to aesthetically plate them,

and top it off with a drizzle of honey. The clock reads 5:32 am.

You like starting off your day with a heaping dose of good news,

I scour the internet for any article—I come across an article about

how solar energy generated one terawatt of energy (a milestone),

another article about how one community in Hawaii got together

to shred cardboard together to recycle, and prevent it from going to

landfill. I settle on the article about a group of California elementary

students launching a helpline, offering advice, kind words, pep talks

from kindergarteners, and the ability to hear kids laughing with delight.

I send the article to your phone. The clock reads 5:40 am.

At 5:52 am, I’ll start on your coffee—you like it warm, brewed for

four and a half minutes, with a touch of almond milk. In the mean

time, I read poetry, screenshotting the poems I know you’d love.

At 6:01 am, I’m on your side of the bed, bartering your sleepy kisses

for a warm cup of coffee—it’s for this precise moment I awake an hour

earlier than I need to. How sweet it is, our love perfected to the point of

a morning routine.

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env0writes · 3 months

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Janus Estuaries Vol. 3, 1.1924 “Another Off The List: Another On"

The hard part about having too much to do Is writing down a list The hardest part about writing down a list Is that it is one more thing to do On the newly formed list Of things to do Now there is one more thing to do DONE There is one less thing to do now On the long list of many things to do They are good things Careful, loving things Groceries, Dishes, Laundry, Sleep Taxes, Writing, Eating, Sleep Finding rest at end of day Finding words, to her, to say Getting out with strangers dare Knowing that the world doesn’t play fair There is so much left yet to do I wonder what comes next I wonder if you wonder too

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imperiallefty · 2 years

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there's no sugar in this 'daddy', only piss and vinegar. nothing sweet remains. nothing darling.

something clever

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imperial-poetry-prompts · 2 years

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Imperial May

#imperialmay

nothingness

silence

worthlessly dreaming

acid

nameless

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4sss · 2 years

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If you needed space, I would leave you the moon. Steal some stars to sit among. See as they shine for you.

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ginadope · 3 years

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What I told them to be Was just a tool For me to finally meet myself Yet please don't submit I need despair to feel in place And I need you a little bit more Now that the ocean and the oaths faded away I can't keep my word, or maybe I have yet to know

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