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necroticintellect · 3 months
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Writing ‘Uniquely’—A Simple Guide.
I like to say that words are just the paint, and you, the writer, are the paintbrush. The end result relies solely on how you used that paint... what techniques you put into the brush strokes, on and on.
But if this metaphor is confusing, I'll put it this way.
Words themselves are not unique. They've been used thousands...if not millions of times. But your personal thoughts and experiences, haven't. So instead of spending your time looking up "unique synonyms" etc etc...I want you to spend your time learning about yourself, and how to comfortably relay your experiences and emotions into poetry. Reveal as little or as much as you wish. It will still be unique.
Even if you don't write poetry, I still believe that inevitably, a piece of you goes into what you create. So this all still applies.
I don't like when people misguide others by spewing a bunch of "use big aesthetic words to stand out" rhetoric...so if you ever see that, remember what I've told you. You can use all the fancy words you want, but at the end of the day, it's always the meaning that's going to stand out.
So, go turn your emotions into meaning. And remember, ‘emotion’ does not stop at love. Emotions are everything from anger, to a tickle in the throat.
Best of luck 🌹.
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uaravsh · 5 months
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"In my dreams I am kissing your mouth and you're whispering 'where have you been?' I say, ' I've been lost but I'm here now. You're the only person who has ever been able to find me.'"
- Sue Zhao
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thepathetickind · 5 days
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by laurenmaerie, hold me
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maihonhassan · 24 days
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Only experience can speak of this matter when Muneer Niazi wrote these lines:
Aawaz de ke dekh lou shayad wo mil hi jaye, warna ye umr bhar ka safar raegan tou hai
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simplylvndr · 1 month
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be so rooted in yourself that no one's absence or presence can disturb your peace.
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carpe-noctem-bitchess · 2 months
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Pluto spun around the sun, until its light was too blinding, even for its love struck eyes to take. So it withdrew its orbit, pulling back as if leaving makes the river run softer, like leaving wouldn't marr the existence of anything else in its stead. Bask in the afterglow with me and tell me love, do the golden rays seem harsher from my window?
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oresteias-heart · 4 months
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Icarus…
I often believe myself to put even icarus to shame. I’ve always wanted to touch the sun, despite never being good enough to bask in its light. Were you ever aware, You were my sun? And I was your icarus? So even then, why did the sun fall? And not the angel? I will write letters to you in hopes you will rise once more, And I will the leave the comma out, when I call you my dearest.
— Oresteia
To those who seemed to have fallen harder in love than a fallen angel themselves with the sun.
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skylark233 · 19 days
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How is it that any time you say anything I fall more in love with you? Everything and everyone around you is more beautiful because of you. You speak sweetly or you laugh delightfully and my heart flutters inside me. I simply think of you and it's impossible to speak. But rather it's like my tongue has stopped working. I'm silent, but don't mistake that for hatred or indifference: silence is the truest herald of joy and only if I loved you less could I even begin to speak of it more. When I'm apart from you (which is nearly always) I feel sick, but when I'm with you I appear to have died. And yet it couldn't be more the opposite.
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poeticdahlias · 3 months
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Demon.©
You open your arms
To invite the jaws of death
To your soul of put out ember and ice,
And in return
It cowers away, shivering in fear;
you have terrified death with your sweet resistance
In ways only a sadistic melancholic can.
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asherlaewood · 4 months
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There are so many reasons to be happy and grateful for... Let your brain bloom around those thoughts...!!💫💫
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necroticintellect · 11 days
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Jealous Of The Grass
Something from a late night free-write.
I'm jealous of the grass—it sways amongst the wind, unweighted by the world. Even beneath the fog—its color remains a green, and when dried out by the sun… you'd swear it turned to gold.
But I—I fight against the wind, I’m weighted by the world…when I'm beneath the fog—I blend in like a ghost.
So, I…will drop down to my knees, yank out all the grass, and throw it to the sky. Maybe that will be enough to make the man upstairs grin—grin at these pointless hands as they selfishly rip away at life.
Again, I'm jealous of the grass—it will simply just grow back.
I will still be here, standing hunched the same—wilting by the day.
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uaravsh · 6 months
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"...and so it seems I must always write you letters that I can never send."
- Sylvia Plath (@silentroad )
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thepathetickind · 21 days
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by laurenmaerie, fire in your eyes
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shelbyatwar · 3 months
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While watering a plant's flowers never forget to water its root because at the time of storms flowers will fell off but the roots will always protect the plant.
Same way in life always try to build deeper relations with true people rather than impressing superficial ones!
-Yash
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thespilledink · 4 months
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I can lie to myself
In fact,
I do it more often than I like
But the one lie
I repeat over and over
And never stop believing
Is that I hope I never hear from you
I hope you don’t try to come back
I think the biggest lie is
That I would be angry with you
-h.h.
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