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#spiled poetry
fromdarzaitoleeza · 1 year
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"What were you before you met me?" "I think i was drowning" "And what are you now?" "water"
-ocean vuong, on earth we're breifly gorgeous
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darichonne · 1 year
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insta: @darichonne
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onlinewealthcreater · 7 months
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The person you ignore today,you may need tomorrow.Treat all people with dignity
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sahturndays · 10 months
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i hope you find me in the dark corners of your mind,
at least that’s something.
i hope you find me in songs, i find you in plenty.
i find you in faces
i probably scare the strangers i stare at that look like you
i find you in laughs, i find you in the smallest details,
perhaps i find you everywhere
so i’m left wondering if your mind does the same.
i find you in my dreams,
i sleep in on those mornings
just for a few more moments with you,
left wondering if your mind does the same.
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taleeagrace · 8 months
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ché pas. ché pas, ché pas, ché pas.
your tired wispers kiss this dying room,
saying goodbye with heavy-set sighs,
leaving us all to our own devices.
we are ill-equipped.
je n'ai sais rien.
- t.g
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candupuisi · 10 months
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Children are a gift,not a disaster.
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tastycarrot · 11 months
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2a.m. poem
Its curently two a.m.
Trying not to stress over an exam,
I dont think my parents know
But when they ask ill tell them "no",
Ill tell them I slept like a baby,
And add a lie about a good dream maybe.
It saddens me that I cannot share it with them,
But this topic they always condemn,
The moment Ill tell Im not fine,
It neans the the title "happy child" is no longer mine,
And when Ill stop acting like a clown,
Nobody will love me with a frown.
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novinablog · 2 years
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Afternoon on the beach
Yesterday
A girl go to the beach
She takes off her shoes
And standing on the sand
Then she looked at the choppy water and sparkling orange light
And she was mesmerized by the beauty of the beach in the afternoon
She is very happy and really enjoyed the view
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THE SUNSET ON THE DAY I DIE
and when the sun finally sets
i hope the soft bubblegum pink melts softly
with the dying match of sunlight escaping to the horizon.
i hope the spark catches and burns the sky into
the roaring red of a final-call curtain.
as the dark settles over my weary bones
and the quiet falls
and the earth heaves out a sigh
i hope it is beautiful
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fromdarzaitoleeza · 11 months
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Quote: Whitney Hanson // paintings : holly warburton
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Rola.
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darichonne · 2 years
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insta: @darichonne
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onlinewealthcreater · 7 months
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A meaningful life starts with building lasting relationships
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el-poeta-nomadico · 9 months
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Is it the legacy of a somber poet and the writer of tragic tales to be finally understood decades or centuries after they have passed, to a place where pain and pleasure, delight and misery, are concepts of an obsolete state of being?
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taleeagrace · 11 months
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your blatant bloodthirst seeps amongst veins,
supporting visceral atrophies,
and an atrocious desire for gain.
your envy lies green,
paling and sickening to your core,
for this discomfort, you are keen,
there is nothing more that you adore.
the bodies in the river sink densely,
unaware of the presence of brothers long lost and cold,
lips turning ghastly blue so intensely,
above the ripples, it is felt, so callous and bold.
these bodies are burning,
a mutilated carcass left blackened with ash,
a fire fed solely by your desires left churning,
a sword drawn from your hip, ready to thrash.
you bare witness to your empire,
a world filled wholly with fallen men,
who drew their weapons to build you higher,
only for your rage to reign again.
so now as you lay here with nothing,
bar a hint of apathy and of terror,
you are left with the craving for crushing,
amongst the rubble and the burning carcass of misjudgement, resulting in grave, grave error.
- t.g
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jihnih · 10 months
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Sa tuwing nagluluto at naitatanong ano nga ba ang kulang sa mga gawa na ito,
Totoo naman na isa lang talaga sagot ko...
Siya. Siya lang naman talaga
- na mapapapikit, iling, at sabay tawa.
Dahil nga naman sa ang karneng mahal
ay ayon, naging biktima at nasunog sa kalan.
Ako na hawak ang plato.
- nakatingin, nahahalina na naman
sa bawat gawi, kilos, at halakhak niya.
Habang siya ulit ay mapapakamot na lang sa ulo
sabay sabi sa sarili ng,
" Jini naman...."
Pero walang ganoon sa ngayon.
Dahil eto, mag-isa lang ako sa hapag at nagtatanong,
"Ano nga ba ang mali? Saan ba ako kulang? "
Siguro nga ay matabang, walang alat ni tamis.
Dahil lahat ito ay pangarap pa lang.
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