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ellenya · 3 months
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One day, one rhyme- Day 3657
Grandma always gives home made gifts,
She knits, sews and crochets;
The problem is she hates patterns
Measuring tapes and stays.
She makes each truly unique gift
Both intricate and wrong-
This year I got a blue onesie
That’s about 12 foot long…
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yukiwhitetm · 7 days
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Chronically
by Yuki White @yukiwhitetm @sentariana
I'm so tired
Of being tired.
I wish I could be
Full of energy.
I wish I could run
Like a tiger chasing the sun!
I wish I could swim
Like a dolphin bobbing and diving!
I wish I could climb
Like an ape reaching for the sky!
I wish I could live
Like an able human takes and gives.
But you're not me
And I'm not you, clearly.
So, I have to keep living as me,
Tired, Pained, Chronically.
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living-dead-girl515 · 11 months
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I wasn't looking for you, yet here you are. I didn't think I would ever find, you, and yet... you found me. It's amazing all these years, neither one of us could ever see. All along, through all the murk, we were never very far.
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thevioletdaffodil · 2 months
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SOMETIMES WE WALK THE PLANK
SOMETIMES WE LICK THE HULL
SOMETIMES WE MOP THE VOMIT
OR THE SHIT OF THE SEAGULL!
AHOY!
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hemsy-wyx · 1 year
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He was seeking death in the palm of my hand, tracing its lines to meet his own end. But my fingers only had a tender touch, meeting his skin would tint it with a rosy blush. His scent sent me to heaven, his pulse calling for mine like a confession. And the sweet beverage flowing through his veins in such an enamoring pace had the power to set my heart ablaze. His saphir orbs, mine could only obsorb. And his onyx strands were calling for my hands. I will not meet your end, if a new beginning cannot follow, we will meet again, and let the lights down low.
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Yeah that's what I Imagine Noé writing abt Vani
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poetrythroughjourney · 6 months
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beneath the sun, my skin does glow, its warmth unfreezing hearts below. light kisses gently and paints my face, restoring life in vibrant grace.
my heart left torn due to a cruel past. a feeling which is set to last. yet sunbeams pierce the darkest stain, bringing hope, after the rain. - sunlight
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canihaveyouback · 3 months
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The you and me.
In shadows cast by love's cruel demise, A poignant echo of our shared goodbyes. Once, in tender moments, our hearts entwined, A love so pure, so rare to find.
I crave your laughter, your touch so divine, Now, all that remains is a memory's thin line. Yet time marches on, and wounds slowly heal, In the tapestry of sorrow, emotions are concealed.
So here I stand, with the ache that won't subside, A bittersweet symphony of love denied. In the echoes of what was, and what will never be, I mourn the moments, the you and me.
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aweinspiredcreations · 7 months
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The air is still heavy with the thought of you. Yet I can’t breathe you in, how I’d like to.
~ In Awe ~
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abrighterspark · 1 year
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if everything inside my head
were spilled out on the page
you'd wonder how i ever kept
the chaos under rein
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the-arcade-doctor · 7 months
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THE WELL-KNOWN DIGIT 87. WITH AN A EXCLAMATION MARK AT THE END. TO MAKE IT SHOUT! 'ROUND THE ROUNDABOUT! SAY HELLO TO NEW BEST FRIENDS!
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ellenya · 1 month
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One day, one rhyme- Day 3721
Nectar feeding insect that flies
Whose coloured wings catch peoples eyes
By mail drop-off the postman locks:
A butterfly on the postbox.
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They brought me to a morgue
I'm looking quite blue
Which is something I shouldn't do!
The walls are clean, the slab does gleam
wooden stools and picture framed ghouls.
A shroud of ice upon blueberry lips
Still slick from pie and left over fruit
they crack and split and bleed down cheeks.
They think its all well and done
Until they ponder with a scalpel
If I've ever met you before arrival.
"I haven't, you?"
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mktgl · 1 month
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see me
believe me.
how my heart does
resonate with same passionate frequency.
when its ruined
and scarred.
do you want more of proofs?
should i tell again my truthful story?
go ahead
if u want to examine.
do you feel how i mold
for your not so soft touches, my doctor?
im all yours.
just believe me and see.
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misssclumsy · 5 months
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So there's an actual poem that represent my thought written by Aileen Fishers
Bird Talk
"think..." Said the robin,
"think..." Said the jay,
Sitting in the garden
Talking one day.
Think about the people
The way they grow:
They don't have feathers
At all, you know.
They don't eat beetles,
They don't grow wings,
They don't like sitting
On wires and things.'
"Think!" Said the robin.
"Think!" Said the jay.
"aren't people funny
To be that way?"
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vivificame · 5 months
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Nothing will ever be like it was in 2014
I was more than depressed So maybe it’s for the best
Thinking someone could die from the tears they’d spill
But that was all part of the thrill
I’m not sure I’m what they would’ve called a tumblr babe
But I’m pretty sure I’m not one who escaped
I’m right back posting the words I can’t bare to say
Because of the weight of a cliche that fades my colored world to gray
I watched my blood turn to brown
And wondered why I stayed in town
My words heal my heart but neglect my mind
I wish I could accept my excuses this time
I’m running out of apologies I can give in the mirror
But I adhere to my fear that is far too near
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aliceinthenetherlands · 6 months
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I used to be the fire,
I used to burn bright,
With red, hot desire,
And wild at heart.
One day at a time,
That fire'd go out,
Your unforgivable crime,
Of making me doubt.
Untouched and unloved,
Left as if to die,
You had me drugged,
Just so I'd comply.
I ran away from the sin,
Of betraying myself,
Following the voice whithin,
That called for distress.
Now I have to learn,
To touch and be touched,
To ignite and burn,
But not combust like a match.
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