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roses are red,
violets are blue,
I’m all alone,
where are you?
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manybrokenquills · 4 months
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Yes,
I can talk.
I can force the words out of my mouth.
I can take a deep breath and make my vocal cords vibrate.
I can gather my thoughts and tell you.
But I can't talk.
There's so much to talk about.
I have so many thoughts.
But I can't talk.
I can't.
And sometimes that hurts.
Because
I wanna tell!!
I have so much to tell people!!
I want others to experience what I am!!
I want my world to be known!!
I want you to see the sun how I do!!
I want you to see you how I do!!
But like a dog who's collar zaps if they bark,
I can't.
I just can't.
So, I stick to poems,
I stick to DMs,
I stick to writing.
I still can't talk.
I still can't tell.
But, by God,
I can write.
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bugfromvenus · 1 month
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*gripping myself by the shoulders* YOU CANT BE THE BEST. YOU CANT BE THE BRIGHTEST. ITS OKAY. ITS GOING TO BE OKAY. LIVE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD KEEP LIVING.
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poetrybyvioley · 2 months
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i miss being your daughter
we were close when i was little
you called me your sugar plum fairy
sat by my bed when my dreams were too scary
i didn’t know at the time that our relationship was so brittle
you had mixed feelings about your own mother
maybe that’s why you act the way you do
you rip me apart and then try to patch it up with glue
we both know you wouldn’t ever do that to my brother
you called me an addict because i would bite my nails
while you’d have at least two drinks everynight
you’d buy a pack of cigarettes everyday, and have one at the stoplight
then after dinner you’d sit in the backyard, in the dark, and smoke with the snails
called me fat in the women’s dress section of the department store
told me to cut down on popsicles for the summer
to me it was more than just a bummer
not that it matters but i know when you were my age you weighed more
never taught me the things you should teach your daughter
told me i needed to shave
yet you never taught me how as if id learn via radio wave
instead my blood just mixed with the shower water
you cry that your mother is dead
saying she was a bad mother and that you wish you got closure
yet you stand in the crowd watching me like i’m a tiger an inclosure
and you don’t say anything as i’m about to lose my head
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maihonhassan · 2 months
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Ab February month mein kuch aise din aayengey jinka hum se kuch lena dena nahi hoga :)
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starvation-l0v3r · 5 months
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remember how you felt in that mirror
remember how guys only like skinny girls
remember how the changing room feels
remember how bad it felt
remember how stuff fit your body
remember how you envy that one thin girl
remember you are what you eat
remember those thin models
remember everytime you felt too big
remember the shame
remember the rolls, how they pile over eachother
remember how good it will feel
REMEMBER
nothing tastes as good as skinny feels
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lowerthanapplebottomj · 4 months
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The Fog
You laid with me that first night and all the pain I ever felt in my entire life disappeared.
The moment your hand touched mine, I kissed you like a love struck teenager.
Now we hold each other in the fog, not seeing anything that lies in front of us, but your atoms know mine, and I am no stranger to this darkness.
With darkness comes light. Even the darkest clouds have lightning, and that’s exactly how we found each other.
Our souls scattered, screaming out precious commandments of faith that one day things will get better.
And it will. My love, it will.
I lost myself so I could find you
So please,
Let us sway to the rhythm we’ve danced in the several lives my soul has known yours.
Let’s speak our silent language until the end of our days.
Let me show you where to go.
Take my hand.
I know the way.
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I was watching my face, I noticed a little mole right beside my left eye
In awe of getting a new mark on my face,
I went to my mother, asking her to confirm it
While she was taking a look at my face
I studied her's too, She has the same mole,
resembling mine or I should say me, resembling her's
Within that brief interaction, For the first time in ages
I was that close to my mothers face,
Not in fear, not being screamed upon, not being wanting to runaway
I noticed how she has many more moles, and zits and wrinkles
a constellation of stars on her cheek, a gift of ageing
she looked so pretty in that simplicity
I wonder of anyone told her how beautiful they looked ?
Or kissed her at those moles to show her love?
did anyone ever made her feel adored?
what about my father,
did he loved anyone ever?
did anyone told him how he looks cute when he smiles
and how caring and smart he is?
And the thing is I know the answer of my wonderings
And it aches my heart to think
My parents never had time to be in love,
running around for their family,
doing whatever their family needed,
ending in a cohabitation deal called marriage
cause that's what their parents asked for
selflessly dealing with things for sake of LIFE what people say
and it makes me sad...
I wish I could love them,
maybe make up for the things they never had
but that will be delusion at best
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artymys · 6 months
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Sick
I haven’t been feeling quite myself the last half year. I’ve been acting different, feeling different, even talking different and I’m not the only one who notices. Those around me ask if I’m ok, say I’ve changed, ask if I’m sick. So today I went to the doctor. I needed to figure out what this is and how I could start trying to act normal again.
“Love sickness”
He said to me, sharply with his eyes piercing into me. It was like he labeled me with a disease the way he portrayed it. “There is no cure” he said. Oh great…I’m stuck with this. So he sent me on my way with paperwork.
The papers read- Symptoms include: Vomiting words of the mouth Irregular heartbeat Upset butterflies in the stomach Sweaty palms Insomnia when alone at night Fatigue from lack of sleep Brain farts Daydreaming Foggy memory of anything anyone else says other than that person Sore jaw from late night talks Sexual frustration Overactive hormones High fevers And sometimes, loss of breath
“There is no cure”, the papers read. “There is no medicine, no magic pill, no herbal remedy to stop this sickness. The only thing you can do, is fall.”
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badwritingbadwriter · 2 months
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A soul is torn from the precipice of destruction.
A domino effect of right and wrong creeping in the mind, a battle with itself.
The desperation of a drowning man running his hands through water in vain, for he would never reach the surface and pull in the air his lungs so desperately need.
S.A.E
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random-poetryyy · 2 months
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Apple juice or grape juice.
We've always been told that we were supposed to drink apple juice. It's healthier, cheaper and it tastes better (apparently)
Nobody ever argued with this. It's just the way things go, we drink apple juice.
For a bit (only when I was small) I did too, I drank apple juice but it never tasted that good to me, as I would pour the golden liquid down my throat it almost felt like it was burning me from the inside out, to me it wasn't gold like sweet honey it was gold like a lit burning fire slowly setting everything around me and about me ablaze. My mum would have to force me to drink it and my dad would yell when I didn't.
By the time I was in school I couldn't be forced to drink apple juice anymore but I was scared of being 'different' by drinking something else like grape juice so I didn't drink anything.
If anyone asked
"why aren't you drinking apple juice?"
"Oh I'm just not thirsty right now"
I was still seen as weird though.
But I don't think that was because I wasn't drinking apple juice.
I started getting sick of not drinking anything but the only thing else to drink was... grape juice.
Nobody.
drinks grape juice.
But aren't I a nobody?
I picked up the grape juice carton.
*sipppp*
...
Instead of feeling fire burning my throat there was a river of sweet purple fruit flowing down, It made me unusually happy. I realised that I was definitely weird, people looked at me funny as I drank it and I was definitely getting judged.
But there's nothing I can do, I just like grape juice.
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quinnk1n · 9 days
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"The gods always ensure I am unhappy..." said the man. The voice in his ear paused. It then whispered to him in a mousy voice: "...Do you consider yourself a god?"
"Self Destruct" - Quinn R. Vail
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you sit there downing in your weaponized incompetence, everyone around you bleeding to death, it is on their blood that you choke, it is on their hate that you find yourself impaled, crying out for pity, but you are not deserving of it, you have brought us all down by virtue of your silence, on the broken tiles of our spines treads the one who you enabled.
You beg and plead for forgiveness, you only ever did nothing,
But you see, That nothing was far worse than any hellfire your offspring could have rained, that nothing is worse than anything she has done to us and anything you deserve.
Cut contact and wrung dry for cash, this is your fate and you fucking brought it upon yourself.
You are a pathetic little mess of a man,
You are ash and dust and how my boot yearns for the crushing of your neck, if only there was anything left of me with which to raise the foot.
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anggstyshit · 1 year
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Tethered
Tethered, we tried to break apart only to find eachother again
are souls are connected in the end
i love you i do but it's this pain i can no longer endure
the sleep less nights have taken over the light you once gave
i have no other option but to cave
in another life we'll meet again
our souls still tethered forever even in the end
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gay-faerie-circles · 1 month
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i am absolutely head over heels for this man
he takes care of me when i need it
and handles my heart like it’s made of glass
he is my muse and i am his
i want to paint his body, his heart, and his soul
i want to hold him close and to think him my rose
i just want to spend our days together and a big old house in the middle of a flower field
i just wanna leave this place and runaway
maybe to a place where the stars meet the sky
or a land where the sea drops off
i just want to be with him for eternity
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sputniksweethe4rt · 9 months
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Loneliness follows me everywhere, the way the moon follows the sun
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