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meanwhilepoetry · 8 months
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I'm just trying to become someone who the child inside me will not hate. I'm trying to be everything she needed and did not receive. She is so lonely still. It's not fair that she is so lonely still.
Nikita Gill
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Another kind of diversity we need in writing is protagonists without love interests. Give me adults with full-fledged stories that don't include falling in love.
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hayatheauthor · 26 days
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"Why do you care so much about accidentally leaving people out?" Because I've had friend groups where they were the planets and I was their Pluto.
I've had friend groups where our dynamics revolved around a Sun, with everyone vying for their attention if only to bask in their light for a mere moment. Where our thinly strung bonds collapsed the second our Sun left.
I've had friend groups where they bonded as Saturn's rings, finding solace in their shared shortcomings while isolating those more talented than them.
But I've also had friend groups where we bond as Neptune and Uranus—so similar we could be known as twins. Friend groups like Venus and Earth: so awfully different, yet it was those differences that kept us together.
And I would rather create a social system like the latter than the former.
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jaggedjawjosh · 2 months
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You asked for my trust, then marred it with betrayal, wondering why the faith was lost.
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Grieving, grieving, constantly grieving. I mourn what could have been, what should have been, what will not be, what I cannot save.
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How to Un-Fuck Your Brain?..
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threewordusername · 5 months
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i never wanted you to leave.
six-word poem.
d.b.a
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ninasdrafts · 2 months
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The things you create don’t have to make sense! They can be messy and wild! They can be confusing and strange! They can be ugly and weird! Stop tethering your sense of creativity to what other people will accept. You deserve to create without inhibition.
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meanwhilepoetry · 8 months
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Sometimes I think about how beautiful it is that humans sing despite it all. That through suffering, we still sing. How even on the worst of days in the world, there were still people singing. The way a mother sings a lullaby to her crying baby to soothe her. Or the way sailors sang sea shanties out even on choppy oceans to build a sense of familiarity and camaraderie as they worked. Or how even in the depths of the earth, coal miners sing. Isn’t that the most beautiful thing about the human spirit? That we found a way to reach each other in the darkness. To let each other know through song, that do not worry, I am here. Let us sing together and ease each others fears.
- Nikita Gill
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27paperlilies · 8 months
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Dear September,
I hope you will be kind, would you please leave the bad behind. Each month I ask the same, to others of a different name. But I have a feeling that you, september, will grant my request, just let this month be one of peace, one of the best, I'll figure out the rest.
Kind Regards, someone living life with hope and a tired heart.
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it-was-real-for-me · 3 months
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yes dog motif, yes pomegranate symbolism, yes fig tree metaphor, I hear you, but when are we going to talk about a walnut? you lower yourself to pick it up, knees wet and dirty with mud, you hold the earthly pebble coated in a layer of skin, scalp like, and you think if you just break it open with one sharp sting of the hammer that there would be a sweet reward in the centre, a fruit of your labour, but it is bitter and sad, and shaped like viscera, and your fingers are stained a yellow brown that will never wash out. when
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If you love her, tell her.
If she speaks to your soul, listen with full attention.
If she chose you, she gave you the world.
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pinespittinink · 2 years
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my hot take is that if you want to write a book, you need to read books
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In Darkness and in Solitude
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at night
(villain, very drunk) "Hero?"
(loud sigh) "Yes, Villain?"
"Do you...do you hate me?"
(louder sigh -- they've had this conversation before) "Why would you say that, Villain? "
"Because -- because you hit me. With the laser."
"Villain we talked about this. We act like enemies in public."
"But...but are we really enemies?"
(loudest sigh) "No, we're not."
"And you love me?"
"Yes." (le sigh) "Yes, I love you."
"YAY!"
"Yes. Yay. Now go to sleep for crying out loud."
"Good night Hero!"
(affectionate sigh) "Good night Villain."
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