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foxspit · 8 months

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everything I’ve loved I left with claw marks

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unknown-internet · 6 months

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always the artist; never the muse.

#always the artist never the muse #i love you #my poem #spilled poem #grief poem #heartbreak poetry #poetry #love poetry #daily poem #spiritual poem #self poem #i am both artist and the muse girl #hahahah many ppl have made things for me teehee #are you the muse or the artist #being the muse is the vibe #art of seduction

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dragons-for-the-win · 20 days

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Me. And Him.

It's night outside the windows

but i do not quite feel so inside:

my heart with happiness overflows

and there's a permanent smile on my face

That memory is playing in my head

over and over again, with no seeming end

but I never want it to pause, to cease, to stop

because it's the memory of the perfect day

Me; and him.

And him; and me.

We were meant to be,

And the more we are together

The more I know I want him forever

I had thought about that moment

a thousand three hundred and five times

but when his sweet lips brushed mine

I felt my whole world collide into stars

No word that I can write

will be enough to describe

how I felt when our lips

merged into one single dance

'I love you' is all I wanted to say

but no words came out of my mouth

I learnt the true meaning of speechless

but I will do it a thousand three hundred and five times

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vv4nn4b3 · 3 months

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Insatiable hunger

(Created by me)

A pressure builds.

A pain.

A knot.

I yearn so deeply,

where my saliva drips down my chin.

Deep inside i know,

It cannot be quelled;

My insatiable hunger.

I try to stuff a fist full of tissues down my throat,

make this feeling go away.

It feeds my greed,

with such ferver it shall grow.

This ache i feel is to stay,

is to haunt,

is to cry.

Lusting after more than i can chew,

more than i can swallow,

more than i can stomach.

I crumble to my knees,

belch and croak.

My sins boil to the top,

as if my stomach acid is heat to its kettle.

They clutch onto me,

claw inside my throat.

They want out,

but to comfortable to leave.

My insatiable hunger hasn't be quenched,

rather has been pleased for today.

As the morrow awaits me,

it shall bellow and call once more.

How glutinous was i today?

How selfish can i be?

1/20/24

#poetry #self poem #vent #original poem #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #my poem #poems on tumblr #vent post #ed vent #metaphor #mentalheathawareness

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mutiara-05 · 5 months

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people pleasing

So tired of feeling like I'm trapped inside my damn mind I'm aware that I said I'm fine but fuck it man, I just lied seal my day with a smile then when night arrives I cried I be looking filled with life but it been a while since I died out there helping them with no rests, so they say I'm kind but once I slow down to take a breath they push me aside didn't need to fall, just stumbled and they called me blind waiting for me to carry them even when my hands are tied covered my eyes on a highway and then asked me to guide knowing to seats were left they still asked why I didn't ride I let it pass, all the pain and all of the mistakes that I denied unsatisfied with the damage they done so they hot rewind they feel no guilt and think I don't feel hurt because I smiled drilling holes in my chest with their bullets to see who I hide they ask why didn't I quit, its cause I got something to find and if you wonder, yes it hurt but I'm used so I don't mind

#writing #female writers #writers and poets #writers on tumblr #spilled ink #feeling #passion #hurt #emotional damage #tired #mentally tired #trying #not enough #used #people pleaser #struggle #poetry #self poem #self poetry

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froteiusthe-blood · 6 months

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I hold the time with all kinds of smile.

I come among the olds better never get old to shine, I'm a beauty that you can never see in yourself expect me, you desire only me I hold you as your life is mine and as our life shines be with me be among the stars, it's our destiny to go far...be awaken through thee and come back to me :))

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fluffyydumplings · 1 year

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Sound and Light

TW: Parental Arguments - Inspired by: Sasha Alex Sloan’s Song “Older”

Like crystals reflecting onto water

Swaying from day to night

The lake by which your home stays perpendicular to

It does a waltz of two steps

The first step colouring it blue

The second step colouring it a hue of grey

The world goes by

And the mahogany door closes

As the sound of your father’s voice echoes loudly

And the clang of your mother’s pots be one with the kitchen floor

You lay on your bed and the sound of things you wish you didn’t hear consumes you

Shouting, like thunder competing with how many clouds there are in the sky

Crying, like the rain that flows faster than you can speak

Arguing, like a radio that is forever fixed on white noise

Antiques cracking, like ground scarce of rain

Anger blasting, like music on a train

A bubble they are tightly wrapped in

Unaware of the fight that involves more players than intended

The shouting spouse

The shouting pile of wrong

And the wandering eyes that are trying to plunge into sleep

Like bullets smashing into a puddle

Swaying from autumn to winter

The lake by which your home stays perpendicular to

It is yet to answer your question

Not on whether sound is faster than light or the other way around

But on why sound and light can't travel at the same speed

And in that way, science is cruel

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oceanbloss · 2 months

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I just exist

within the limits

of a wound

that did not close

did you notice it too?

I am biting my tongue

for my uncertainty

is devouring all my parts

with certainty

My mortality

is like

reliving a bad memory

a constant curse

The world spins and spins

and somehow

I am somewhere above

a salty cloud

floating over a drizzling city

my skin feels blue

and my body is nowhere to be found

I am closing my throat

for it will long

to scream your name

to your image, it was created

and the sickness spread

through my vocal cords

did you notice it too?

The way they left

stained all my windows

and now I am not so sure

I am more

than all the pieces

I created

for them to love

-i.

#original poem #poem #poems on tumblr #self poem #betrayal #loss #identity crisis

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dontfukkwithme · 3 months

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Liebe ist keine Verschwendung.

Liebe ist unkontrollierbar.

Liebe ist eine Lektion,

leider oft vergänglich.

Liebe ist nicht für immer,

die Erinnerungen sind für immer.

Das Gefühl,

welches du in dem Moment hattest,

ist für immer.

Menschen sind nicht für immer,

jeder geht.

Es sind die gemeinsamen Erinnerungen,

die für immer bleiben.

#tumblr #love #love poem #self poem

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medezza · 1 month

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lembrar de você no silêncio

da noite, é como um castigo

ainda mais quando penso

que não posso te ter comigo

#sad thoughts #haikai #sadnees #self poem #love quotes #love

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bothergyu · 5 months

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17

I turn 17 tomorrow, and I'm not different.

There's no tingling happiness lingering in my veins, telling me, "You're 17 now, You're 17 now—"

(Instead there's a hollow, an empty void of muddled thoughts.)

I turn 17 tomorrow, and I'm not different.

The forgiven are more than the forgotten, and there are voices and faces buried in the sands.

(I hoped I'd remember, but I don't.)

I turn 17 tomorrow, and I'm not different.

Are birthdays not supposed to be significant?

(Am I not supposed to be significant?)

I turn 17 tomorrow, and I'm not different.

The 'what's and 'how's have always been in here, like shadows in the brightest rooms.

(I turn 17 tomorrow, but I'm just the same.)

#poems on tumblr #original poem #birthday #thoughtful #poets on tumblr #poetsandwriters #poetry #poetic #poem #self poem #thoughts #thinking #future #growing up

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foxspit · 1 year

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unknown-internet · 9 months

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There’s something so beautiful in imagining yourself from an outside point of view. Looking at yourself and saying “that’s you”.

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vv4nn4b3 · 3 months

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Pomegranates

(Made by me)

I watch my mother peel my pomegranates.

So delicate,

so precise.

She holds them with such a considerable hand,

as she works.

I see sweat drip down her furrowed brow,

Glistening upon her wrinkled forehead ,

her eyes look upon this dainty fruit,

with the same love she bestows upon me.

Each seed is tactically plucked from the skin,

places inside a bowl that shines a blue.

A women sees such a fragile object,

and will cradle it in her hands,

soft with her peach plum lotion.

Each seed is delicate to her, none left behinde.

Only a mother can peel a pomegranate the way she does.

I watch my father peel my pomegantes,

so hastily,

so recklessly.

He holds it with such a shameless hand,

as he works on this meager fruit.

But work is not the word,

No,

as he rips this meager fruit.

I see how the sweat trickles down his neck,

the clinical lighting of our small kitchen beating upon him,

His eyes hold a fury,

a lust i've only seen in men before him.

Each seed is snatched from its sacred home,

mutilated by this mans hands.

The red blood of the innocent seeds spill and squirt across the table,

splatter upon the walls.

What is left of this massacre,

is put in a sandpaper like towel.

He doesn’t admire his work,

or should i say,

his carnage.

A man sees the vulnerability as an invite,

to strike and pounce.

And once he’s done,

he spits out the seeds into the trash bin.

Only a father can peel a Pomegranate the way he does.

1/20/24

-zac

#pomegranate #metaphor #self poem #poetry #original poem #poets on tumblr #poems on tumblr #my poem #poems #poetrycommunity

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froteiusthe-blood · 6 months

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Breaking in my shadows, using my ways through hollows.

Removing wards of odd, calling the one for all.

You me are the same yet different from the world beneath.

You answer my thoughts but I answer none at all.

My eyes are the one yet you seek the none.

Beneath down is me and above yourself is me, you look down on yourself but hide from me, who are you dear me ?

#writers and poets #my writing #poems on tumblr #poem #poetry #self poem #philosophy #pagan witch #shadow work #understanding life #spiritual awakening #witch #writing

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atledwrites · 1 year

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One of my favourite poems I’ve ever written

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