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#spilled ink poetry
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please let me love you the way you deserve to be loved i will write notes with your favorite quotes and every inside joke and ill leave them in places around your home for you to find so ill be on your mind little pieces of me left to make you smile i will infuse every little moment with you with a love so deep it touches your roots i will perfect the technique with which i love you so that you may never again know what it is like to alone allow yourself to soak in my presence, my dear and this love that will forever be present because i will place myself between you and the door for the next 64 years, or however long you let me love you.
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leafsea · 4 months
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Overripe // 12.4.2023
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poetry-universes · 7 months
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elysianic · 1 month
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Always the poet never the poem. tragically beautiful indeed.
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pelicandensity · 7 months
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"No matter how loud and chaotic the world may be, your love speaks silently to my gentle heart."
The Last Quiet Romantic
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tornskinpoetry · 2 years
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“The ache inside me is for the fact that I never fully got to love you in the way you should have been loved, and the way I fully felt for you. But also there is an ache in me for the thought that I had that much love to give you and you never loved me even one half the amount I did you.”
I’m bitter because I’m still in pain // What I want to say {m.a}
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prettyboyprettywords · 3 months
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straddling your lap in nothing but one of your old t-shirts it hangs off my shoulder hits about mid-thigh the one thing ill always be comfortable in. im facing the man i love trying to hide how bad my head hurts my hairs damp but not dripping on my shoulders your steady hands were there with a towel the second you heard the shower turn off you didn't say anything about the lack of steam on the mirrors the way my teeth chattered you didn't mention the light being off again. now you’re holding me. hands rubbing the towel gently. drying me. what a simple act of devotion it is to warm someone when they’re freezing. i didn’t realize the water had run cold. i felt numb before i even stepped in. a shower in the dark meant to help me relocate the spark to see if it still exists. i didn’t find what i was looking for, but maybe that’s because you were outside leaning against the bathroom door. patiently waiting for me, one of your old t shirts in hand. you pulled me to your chest and pushed the tshirt over my head you did not shy away when you saw the dullness of my skin. now you have me straddling your lap as you pat a towel against me, oh so gently you’ve taken note of my current state of fragility somehow without making me feel weak i’m starting to think that the spark might be the way you touch me when i’m freezing.
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evergreenwords · 3 months
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Glorious breath of the hare.
Discordant remnants of all that’s left.
Glory is to light as strength is to the flame.
Nothing will be left of us, and nothing shall remain.
Then the wheel shall forget to turn.
Strength then turns into that burn.
Our flaming light of a divine sun.
Once there was, and now there’s none.
But just like the wheel shall forget; the sun will one day go.
Discarding our possessions, as there’s nothing left to grow.
The lilies will bloom as the next passes on.
Immortalized forever in the rise of the dawn.
Discard all that weight and sever all ties.
To then arrive home in the bluest of skies..
-s.z (Dwelling In Divinity)
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sunsetschloe · 1 month
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When he tells me I have good handwriting, but someone once told me that my handwriting was an art form, my choices of capitalization an artistic choice I should forever keep.
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abrighterspark · 10 months
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nothing but dark eyes and quick smiles
laughing about star signs
first dates, out late
and starting fresh, blank slates
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scribblersobia · 9 months
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How does it feel to be in love and not to be loved?
No matter what you do, how good your heart is, they will leave you one day. When you fall for someone who has no intentions to love you, and with that, you also fall in love with a delusion that maybe one day, that one-sided love will turn into a fairytale. No love can exist without the efforts of two souls. You bring everything to their table, and they will still leave you one day. They will enjoy your offerings for some time and may act as if they love you, but soon everything will be over forever. One day they will wake up and tell you that they can't be with you anymore, and maybe that day, you will realize that you can't be with someone because you want to be with them; you can give someone your world, and still, they will choose a different world; you will learn the power of letting go and the peace feels different when you know that love was never about trying so hard to get someone's piece of heart, love was always about the souls growing together. The feeling of giving so much to someone who had no intention; to love you is awful and sad. It hurts, and you will feel bad for giving so much to someone who knew what your heart feels for them, but soon you will learn that it was all part of the process to teach you and to take you where you are today, even if you are healing from that today trust me it will make you are better person tomorrow.
@scribblersobia
video: my gallery.
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ill be your little writer boy until the words run out, (dont worry, you and i both know how i love to run my mouth), love notes in your pockets haikus on you lunch napkin grocery lists with pickup lines as the border and meticulously penned letters conveying my adoration for you. i’ll be your little writer boy when my hands shake and my voice falters. i’ll put pent to paper. fill libraries with praise for you a handsome man a strong man a loving man worthy of my adoration worthy of so much more then pen on paper. oh how i love you. my darling every part of you is something worth holding. i wish i could take the pieces of you that so many others before me have shunned and lovingly kiss each one. take every part that’s ever hurt in my hands and tuck them closely against my heart so that i have the reassurance of knowing they are well guarded. but since i can’t do that i’ll shape my words into bandages pressed over each scrape against your soul and i’ll kiss each and every one. imagine the intimacy of my lips against the hurt parts of you, my love. there is no greater pleasure to me then allowing my words to flow freely sweet honey on each sting the world has dealt you. i’ll write and i’ll write and i’ll write. love for you on every line. there will be no stopping until i have a series of books to present to you a physical representation of the way i abuse a dictionary to try and make something extraordinary all for you.
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leafsea · 2 months
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at least the chaos made sense // 1.27.2024
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poetry-universes · 3 months
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if you are heaven,
i would love to die.
if you are tears,
i would love to cry.
if you are pain,
i would love to get hurt
how do i not dream about you
when your name is my favourite word.
if you are the ocean,
i'll be the wave
in winters, you are the warmth, i crave.
if you are the moon,
i'll be the closest star
i will always love you
no matter where you are.
if you are a poem
i wanna be the writer,
if you are the dagger,
i could be the fighter.
if you are the sun,
i wanna be your sunshine.
i belong to you,
will you be mine?
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vizzly-sama · 20 days
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I am not a delicate rose
I am a burning fire
Fed up with your bullshit
Ready to set everything in flames
I am not a simple lily 
I am strong as steel
because I was forced to build an armour
Forged in an injustice world
You might think we all are pretty flowers
but what you reap is what you sow
~
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pelicandensity · 4 months
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Sorcerer
who says there is no magic in the world the first frost glistens like delicate spray paint shining in the morning sun leaves crunch beneath my feet like crackers bird song still heralds a new day not everyone gets to go south for the winter I stop along the trail and take it all in the quiet whispers of life the elegant beauty of the season the joy of truly being alive all I had to do was let go of that incessant need to keep moving forward and just be in the moment
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