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emberfrostlovesloki · 22 days

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Gideon + Poetry

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"Romance #1" by Eunsong Kim

like some 14 year old girl waiting for her crush to glance back i

keep waiting for capitalism to end

but it won't end

my adult life lover states

on what will end:

Libraries Birds Retirement Recess Sprinting during recess Hispid Hares Starfish shaped like stars inconvenience Wrinkles Sunken cheeks Living Corals Protests Anti-Nuclear Proliferation Non-Aggression Pacts Dragonflies Mangosteen DMZs Trade Embargos Leopards, all kinds Sawfins Rewilding Infiltration Plot/Dreams Oak, Trees. Partulina Varisbilis Partulina Slendida (-------) Violence Prevention Programs News. News:

Might a few jellyfish survive—

counting till revelations becomes a part of—

I feel like Gideon isn't talked about very much, and I get it. He's in the show far less than Rossi, and his ending is unsatisfying. But in many ways, he built the team. He's Spencer's father figure and Aaron's friend. He sticks up for Elle, Emily, and Penelope and keeps Morgan in balance. I think he is sad for much of the show and is good at hiding it. I think this poem represents that dynamic well. He's waiting for the world to be good. He's waiting for something that will never come, and in the end, that's why he has to leave.

But I just want to remind you all there is good in the world. There is hope out there. You matter and if you feel sad or alone I am always here to talk. Please be kind to yourselves today. I hope the start to your weeks is amazing! Love Levi - ❤️

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fairydrowning · 2 years

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"Autumn is my season, dear. It is, after all, the season of the soul."

– Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Violet Dickinson written c. July 1907

"I notice Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature."

– Friedrich Nietzsche

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moonblacckkk · 4 months

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desorden-en-letras · 6 months

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Ojos de papel

¿A dónde van?

No corran más

Se escapa un sueño, muy despacito, por mis manos

No hables más

Los vas a asustar

No hables más

Me vas a perder

¿A dónde van?

Quédense aunque sea hasta que sea de día

No hables más.

-Dead Compass

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kaywrites23 · 9 months

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I over think, I over love, I over feel…

and now… I’m over it.

I’m over being the only one who thinks as often as I do. I’m over always being the one over loving and over feeling as often and as much as I do.

I’m over no one ever feeling, loving, and thinking as passionately as I do.

I’m over it.

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bsymind · 7 months

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As much as I want to be consumed by the things I love, I also want to consume the things I loathe. The stories that make me uncomfortable, the food that tastes bland, the pain of nations, the art that speaks to the parts of me that I’ve buried where I never look. It all gives me a bigger, brighter idea of what the world is like outside of my being. I’d hate to be consumed by my own being.

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really-shitty-poetry · 1 month

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It’s cold today.

The kind of cold that seeps into your bones

The kind that doesn’t seem to leave, no matter how many hot showers you take.

Usually, on days like this, I’d pull on your sweater and watch the first movie we ever saw together.

Not today.

Today I wrap myself in the blanket I bought when I first moved out of my parents’ house, the blanket that has seen me through exams and stress and studying and heartbreak and resentment and resilience

blue and fuzzy and warm and threadbare

I can keep myself warm.

I always have.

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malencholic-nyx · 1 year

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Love, a bitter cost, a twisted game, Leaves us lost in a sea of pain, A curse that haunts us, even in the end, A wound inside the heart that never mends.

-Nyx

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dddistracted · 7 months

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Lemons

Going back to the one you had before

Leaving me behind it all

Unclothed of all my trauma

Like pouring lemon on a wound

It hurts

Your ignorance like salt

Hurting me with every noun, every verb

You feel like a lemon to a wound.

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healing-through-art · 1 year

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i know that in our modern age, we want to rid ourselves of virginity. it’s a construct, an old fashioned thing to make you feel shame- but when you are 13, i think that you are losing something. you think that you are winning- “here i am with this monster! i’ve done it! am i joan of arc yet?”i can’t deny that i hoped to be more loved that way. maybe my mom was right, i want attention. but couldn’t i have been taught a better way? i still carry the scars of that young girl, persuaded into losing. virginity may have been made by old men, wanting to shame queens into celibacy. but we need control of it- let me choose. i didn’t want to lose it, i wanted to share it.

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narigongju · 6 months

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Eternal Love

My love for you will never die.

It will last forever.

With no ending in sight.

We will share the moments we never forget.

To cry on each other shoulders.x

To ever fight and silent treatment.

Our eternal love will never end.

We are meant to be together forever.

Even if that means we die together.

Our eternal love is so strong.

Not even the heavens above can break us apart.

Eternal Love

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caprilush · 6 months

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I am starving for love, for the warmth of someone’s arms around me. But that is something that I could only wish and just hope would come true. I will pray and pray even though I know I am truly unlovable.

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fairydrowning · 2 years

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"I feel sad. Nothing new happened but it's just like I feel sad. I was happy in the morning but now I feel like I want to sleep forever."

– Diary of "fairy_drowning", September 19th, 2022, TIME: 7:35PM

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ruedeirdre18 · 1 year

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"Fleeting Flames'

By: @ruedeirdre18

Amidst night's embrace,

I gaze up to the starry sky,

Jealous of their shine.

Their radiance so bright,

While I remain in shadow,

Invisible, unseen.

But then, a realization:

Stars burn out, fade away,

Lost to the abyss.

And so I weep, for even stars

Are but fleeting beings,

And my envy is for naught.

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greyaugustuspoetry · 1 year

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Aisle Five (2/2)

I saw you

In aisle five

It caught me by surprise

Because I think about you

Every day and night

Ever since you left my side

But here you are

Years down the line

I thought you had moved

In order to get away

From me and my mistakes

But now you’re back

And I see your face

You haven’t changed

Not even by a day

My memories of us

Came rushing back

I was going to say hi

But then you left.

Go check out part one!

Leaving Me and My Mistakes (1/2)

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cinpoetry · 1 year

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The lack of emotional permanence

The highs that feel like scraping your fingers against the sky

Pulling down its electric clouds and living on the moon

The lows that feel like rotting

it stinks, god its a pungent smell of death and sickness

Feels like the lungs clogged with black smoke, the thighs oozing pus and oils

Its a gross green yellow, red just beneath

The meat falls off your bones

Its like magic or blasphemy. neither touches the other. A person split down the middle.

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