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paintmeinpoems · 1 year

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And i'll probably never tell you how much I loved you,

but I would have rode through hell if that's what I had to do to have you.

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alexxisokay · 6 months

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I don't speak like a writer

my brian hurts.

my skin is crawling.

god why can’t the

right words ever leave my lips?

for being a writer,

i don’t speak like one.

on paper i can be calculated,

i have time to make mistakes without repercussion,

but you can’t do that in real life.

i think too much,

look too deep,

trying to find

cracks in the glass when there is

only a few scuffs.

i pick the thing i say apart

peice by peice,

patronizing myself

for every phrase that

felt “right in the moment”

but left me in a state disarray afterwards, paving the path for my

inevitable spiral.

i don't know if my

words will ever bring

me ease.

I don’t speak like a writer

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venus-aphrodite-calypso · 2 months

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maybe i, like the sea,

am impossible to hold;

one cannot keep

that which recedes.

#poems #spilled ink #words #poetry #poetcore #traumacore #slam poetry #slam poets on tumblr #healing #ocean aesthetic #oceancore #watercore #soft core #love core #aphrodite #sea

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mudaship39 · 4 months

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Heart of Dragon Fire, Soul of Phoenix Flame, & Ocean Blood of Sea Fairy

Chapter 1: Verse:

The Land and the Seas, She Calls To Me, Her Long Lost Child Home:

Ever since I could remember

Ever since I was a child

Every night in my dreams

I have always heard an earth voice

I have always heard an ocean song

A voice of fire and a song of flame that sounds serene, tranquil, calm, & melodic

An ocean song voice that was matriarchal, loving, & kind

An earth voice that was paternal, protective, & caring

A song that somehow sounds like the very ocean itself

A voice that somehow sounds like the very earth itself

An ocean song that sounds so recognizable to me

As a Southeast Asian Vietnamese or Kinh Indigenous and East Asian Chinese or Hoa person of color

An earth voice that sounds so familiar to me

As a Kinh Indigenous and Polynesian Tahitian Indigenous Pasifika

She is calling to me and saying that I am her long lost child

One that was stolen from the Earth, the Ocean, & the Sky a very long time ago

As a displaced state side disconnected diaspora

I know her voice but I do not know her face

I know her song but I do not know her touch

I know her voice but I do not know her embrace

I know her song but I do not know her bond

The land and the sea ever since they were a child

She has called them every night in their dreams

Her long lost child long ago that was stolen from her

A child with a body made of earth, made of ocean, & made of sky

She calls to them with her earth voice

She calls to them with her ocean song

The land and the sea however she weeps and she grieves

She grieves because her long lost child does not know her tongue

The land and the sea though every single night she weeps

The land and the sea though every single day she mourns

She mourns because her child born of fire, flame, & water does not understand her voice

She mourns because her child born with a body made of earth, ocean, & sky does not comprehend her songs

I know her earth voice but I do not know her touch

I know her ocean song but I do not know her embrace

I am a Vietnamese, Chinese or Hoa, French, & Polynesian Tahitian Indigenous Pasifika person of color

I am a displaced state side disconnected Polynesian Indigenous Pasifika and Kinh Indigenous diaspora

The land and the sea she calls to me her long lost child home but I cannot answer her

The land and the sea she calls to them her long lost child home but they cannot answer her

She laments because her long lost child does not know her food

She laments because her long lost child does not know her songs

She laments because her long lost child does not know her dances

She grieves because her long lost child does not know their cultural identity

She grieves because her long lost child doesn’t know their traditions, culture, heritage, & customs

She grieves because her long lost child knows her voice

She grieves because her long lost child does not know her face, does not know her touch, & does not know her embrace

She weeps because her long lost child does not understand her earth voice

She weeps because her long lost child does not comprehend her ocean songs

She weeps because her long lost child with a sea fairy aura has never swam in her seas and has never set foot on her soil

She weeps because her long lost child with a body made of earth, ocean, & sky has never been home

She grieves because her long lost child’s fire dragon heart is not whole

She grieves because her long lost child’s flame phoenix soul is not complete and is trying to heal

She grieves because her long lost child born of fire, flame, & water is split broken pieces trying to become whole

She grieves because her long lost child is lost trying to come home

The land and the sea she calls to me her long lost child home but I cannot answer her

The land and the sea she calls to them her long lost child home but they cannot answer her

I cry because I do not know my traditions, culture, language, customs, spirituality, & heritage

I weep because I do not know my cultural identity

She hopes one day they can answer her because they know her tongue

On that day, she knows she will cry happy tears

She will celebrate because her long lost child does know her tongue

She will celebrate because her long lost child does know her food

She will celebrate because her long lost child does know her songs

She will celebrate because her long lost child does know her dances

She will cheer because her long lost child does know their cultural identity

She will cheer because her long lost child does know their traditions, customs, language, culture, spirituality, & heritage

She will cheer because her long lost child does know their cultural identity

She will rejoice because her long lost child knows her voice, her face, & her touch

She will rejoice because her long lost child knows her embrace

She will rejoice because her long lost child has swam in her seas and has set foot on her soil

She will be proud because her long lost child understands her voice

She will be proud because her long lost child comprehends her songs

She will cry happy tears because her long lost child’s heart is whole

She will cry happy tears because her long lost child’s soul is complete

She will cry happy tears because her long lost child is finally home

On that day she will welcome them home with open arms

Her long lost child with a body made of earth, made of ocean, & made of sky

The land and the sea she calls to me her long lost child home but I will answer her

I will answer her because one day I will know how to speak her tongue

I will cry tears of joy because I do know my traditions, language, culture, spirituality, heritage, & customs

I cry tears of joy because I do know my cultural identity

I will cry tears of joy because my celestial and stellar dragon heart is whole

I will cry tears of joy because my divine and heavenly phoenix soul is complete

I will cry tears of joy because I am healed

I will cry tears of joy because I am finally home

#native artist #native art #indigenous #indigenous artist #indigenous writer #poetry #slam poets on tumblr #spoken word poetry #spoken poetry #indigenous creator

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atombombicarus · 2 months

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Throwback to a few months ago where I read my poem about being manipulated into the Mormon church to the memorial of Joseph Smith in Vermont.

Anyway fuck Joseph Smith.

#exmo tag #ex mormon #slam poets on tumblr #some of my poetry #slam poetry #poets on tumblr #poetic shit

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mybeloved-bee · 6 months

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drown

I was drowning and I couldn't find the drain and maybe I didn't want to or maybe I was blinded by the blood in the water pooling from the wounds I'd self inflicted but I had realized upon swallowing the dark entity surrounding me that it didn't matter because either way it would be my fault. and it wasn't. the hands pushing me down, keeping my head underwater, they all pulled away eventually when they decided it wasnt fun anymore but the weight of their hands was heavier than the water in my lungs and the crimson liquid no longer in my veins. their hands, the water, the blood, me. drowning. I swore it wasn't my fault. I'd think it over again once I found the strength to push back and take my first real breath of air in a lifetime. but part of me will always be drowning.

#slam poetry #slam poem #slam poets on tumblr #poems and poetry #short poem #poems on tumblr #poetry #spilled thoughts #spilled poetry #writerscommunity #writeblr #writers on tumblr #vent poem #trauma #drown in my mind #short story #i wrote this

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heavy-hearted-222 · 5 months

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"Sometimes, I miss being sick. The grimiest part of me wishes I had stayed in that familiar city of gray, and mental illness and whatever the opposite of healing is. Where there was noting to laugh about but plenty to write about. I have considered myself to be rcovered from my eating disorder for 3 years, but I still write about it in present tense. I also still keep all of my exes n my contact list. And for once I don't wanna write about this. For the first time I am embarraresed instead of proud of all of the mad things I have done fore happiness. When a friend a dinner makes a causl comment on calories the scoreboard in my head illuminated with numbers again. Once, I cut a ribbon the size I wanted to be and wore it around my waist like a bracelet. Bathroom scales make me feel nostalgic, like a scrapbook I flip through snapshot of my sickness. The suppers of tobacco smoke and red lipstick. How I used to pack my lunchbox with floss and teeth whitening strips. Last night, I painted my nails when I was hungry, I can't eat until the polish is dry. I don't wanna go into more detail because what if you mistake the poem for an instruction manual. When recovery is not all yoga mats and tea and avocados. It is work. It is reminding myself that sucking on icecubes does not count as dinner, body forgive me. It is not healthy to drink so much water that your body becomes a bathtub your organs float in like loofahs. Body forgive me. Recovery is hard work, not wanting to die is hard work. Everytime you asked if I was full I heard you say fat but I am trying so hard not to do that. But I cannot unmemorize the calories of a peppermint. Wanting to die is not the same as wanting to come home. And I'm still trying to remember that."

"Relapse." - Blythe Baird, Button Poetry

#an0r3c1a #anorexcya #ed behaviour tw #ana rant #notprojustformyself #ed not ed sheeran #thinspø #lana del rey #s3lf mutilation #slam poetry #blythe baird #slam poets on tumblr #slam poem

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annabugs-stuff · 1 year

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angel baby.

although it is late you & i do not whisper. through the moody orange light i trace every scar and every detail of your face with my eyes - subtly so that you know i am still listening as you ramble of the meaning of life. great minds think alike but you are so remarkable and we agree so little.

perhaps i’m trivial, that’s why we never see eye to eye but i will close mine to take in every word spoken from your parting lips, indulge in the sound of your voice sending vibrations to my chest- i do not care if i am the best as long as in your eyes i am something. find what you need within me, crack open my bones, split my skin in half if it will give you what you need-

the fact of not being known consumes you, nobody is remembered & i will listen but i will again disagree because you are so heavenly i will remember you even in death.

i will weep at the hollowing sound that will be your name, i will choke on the memory of your taste, i will ache at the reminder of your smell. you will be known in my heart, in my being, in the mirror standing behind me, in the sheets that held our whispers, i’ll remember you.

#original poem #poems and quotes #short poem #spoken poetry #poetry #self poetry #poets on tumblr #slam poets on tumblr #love poem

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mahi-scribbles · 2 years

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I have closed my eyes many times just so I can pretend to run my hands back through our memories. Gently….with such tenderness that you’d think I was mapping out the thread of bad decision that pulled us into each other’s orbit.

How tangled must it be that we are still in this mess, Putting shame to no strings attached, You & I.

#blackout poem #blackout poetry #poems and quotes #poetry #poetry on tumblr #poetryriot #poets corner #poetsandwriters #slam poetry #slam poets on tumblr #creative writing #writeblrcafe #tumblr #love #romantic #romance #spilled heart #heartbreak

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thepunkpoet · 9 months

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Weary steps

I always stood with shaky legs

I walk down the road with senses blasting off at all cylinders

trying to pass as the being I’m told I must be, pure in the eyes of the lord

but I get told my discretions to my face by the people, claim pure of heart, but It’s always with a venom

as it’s the serpent tempting the apple

but I’ve been conditioned to keep my eyes down and watch my weary steps as if I’m on a tight rope trying to cross to the safety of the other side

but while I’m suspended in the air, seeing the reptilian eyes, Pearce threw me

and I feel the rope fall from beneath me

so I fall as it feels forever going and the wind blowing by like a cold embrace of someone just being polite

but then I pause….

#poetry #poets on tumblr #original poem #poem #religion #religious #slam poetry #slam poets on tumblr

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ghostk1d666 · 2 years

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This is something I wrote when I was 15. Please I was young and the world is more woke but I thought it might be interesting.

Don't mix my mother told me.

I was shocked.

My mother had head black friends and at the time i thought she wasn't a racist.

She said to me that i can be friends with a skin of another color.

But if i dare to touch them, letting their black skin ruin my white skin pale as snow

That i would not be treated like the human i was treated before.

I feel as if my mother does not understand the word

Love.

She sees that love should only extend to a certain point.

I argue with her, telling her that my beliefs are different, that my opions and point of views were different so the conversation wouldn't continue on and so i could make a point of where i stood.

But i was soon told that my beliefs were just phases and that i had been raised different-to believe in the family beliefs.

Because beliefs and range of thinking ,to them are tape that they put up as you were in the womb. But what they do not understand is that this generation has taught me over my mother's words that you should love who you love, and not judge on the base of someone's skin, where their from, or who they love.

Because love is something that no one can control. So why fight against it?

Why not let love be free?

I was told not to mix.

I was told i could see but not touch.

But mother, i am not ok with this.

If it is someone i love i do not care what “colors” you said they will leave

Because once my heart chooses who it wants and this world was destined for something great

Than your racial beliefs.

#writing #slam poets on tumblr #poetry #slam poem #race #blm blacklivesmatter

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paintmeinpoems · 1 year

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I am trying my best to hang on, but I do believe I will die a poet's death.

By my own hand,

After documenting my final, painful thoughts.

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alexxisokay · 6 months

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limerence

Thinking about you makes me

Feel crazy.

The limerence

I feel towards you

Is suffocating.

You’re always on

My mind, but I

Know I’m not on yours.

It would be foolish of me

To think I was.

I don’t have an

Addictive personality,

But I feel

Inoxcated around you.

Your eyes, my gateway drug

To fule my inevitable

Addiction that’s soon to come.

I can feel it.

I’ll scrape the powder,

Trying to get every last bump

Because there is only so much you

Are willing to give me.

And soon you’ll regret

Giving me anything in the first place.

I don’t have an addictive peronsailty,

But I sure do have an

Obsessive one.

limerence

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venus-aphrodite-calypso · 1 year

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it’s on mornings like this

when i wake up angry and aching

and keenly aware

of the vast emptiness between my ribs

where your fingers used to be,

that i have to remind myself:

if you were the right person,

it would have been the right time.

it’s both or neither;

you either get all of me

or none of me.

—mutual exclusivity

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mudaship39 · 5 months

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Heart of Dragon Fire, Soul of Phoenix Flame, & Ocean Blood of Sea Fairy

Front Cover Art by Rabia Lee

A Spoken Word Poetry Anthology Book

About being a disabled native, a displaced disconnected state side diaspora, an Asian Native Pasifika, and a queer/trans third gender native of color

By: No’eau Aitonui/Heiani Mareva Hoata or Ngoc Dinh Nguyen

Cut and censored version is the pinned tweet of my twitter mudaship39

Uncut and uncensored version is on a google doc on my google drive. Need email for google doc invite link.

#poets on poetry #spoken poetry #spoken word poetry #poetry #slam poets on tumblr #indigenous #indigenous artist #native artist

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inlovewithachristopher · 8 months

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Oldest Daughtercore

Oh, the excitement of starting your newer, higher paying job; excited to work the evening shift, the long drive home in the dark

--- Either experienced with loud girly music from your nonexistent childhood or in complete silence

You watch your little sister turn seventeen. You remember being seventeen. How she will not have to endure the same things that you did when you were seventeen --- even if seventeen was only two years ago

The age of nineteen is approaching you. And you keep thinking that nineteen will be your year.

Your year of success; Success, meaning more tattoos.

Your year of peace. Peace, meaning the ability to do everything for yourself.

Your year where you don't have to take care of anybody. Nobody at all.

"When You Really Love Someone" by Alicia Keys is one of your favorite songs to sing on your way home

You feel the longing to run.

Running: the action of managing or operating something

Maybe you could run your own life, your own dreams, your own thoughts.

#self care #healingjourney #self discovery #types of people #self worth #slam poets on tumblr #poetry #poets on tumblr #original poem #writers and poets #poem

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