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marshmellody · 2 months
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angry and tired. nothing more
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"And to think I wouldn't get my heart broken in the end was dumb. Now I find myself trying again; not able to care that I'm asking for heartbreak."
-Sad Song of a Broken Poet
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inked-soull · 2 years
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Self destruction is an art
And I have good hands
Bound by a death wish
I'm addicted to falling low
With every little inconvenience
I bring slashes on to my skin
I'm trapped in dreams of horrors
But I don't want the nightmares
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lovingthebadguys · 1 year
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White
If I were a color, I would be white. It is a preference, yes, because sometimes I want red, or black, or yellow. But now I want to be pure. I want to be innocent. You're looking for a wife, I'm looking for a lover. I'm not saying "just another", I'm open to forever. You want kisses and cuddles, I want those too. But I want commitment and exclusivity first. I hope you don't mind, boo. I'm thinking of chocolates and flowers, Of courtship and chivalry. You want travel dates and doing everything together. You say you love me, silence is my reply. I ought to guard my heart. I ought to find the right man. I ought to be careful with the three magic words. Until I wear the color white down the aisle. -d.m. (10.28.2022)
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fxckkitskay · 2 years
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The pieces of myself I lost are scattered across this town, like the stars scattered in the sky, memories like sharp shards rip at my flesh as I walk the haunted streets.
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wandering-x-souls · 1 month
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Got me begging
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lonley-lolita · 9 months
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What do you do with a relationship that started with an expiration date in sight but ended with a love so pure it feels criminal to waste? What am I to do now that I am so hopelessly invested?
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kissofexpresso · 2 years
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You were never mine
- a motif
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isawhitney · 3 days
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The Artist Lazily Attempts an Automatic Poem
Thinking thinking think ing I
think
therefore I be I
am I
are we
are grammar
how funny
how queer
how shocking
how terrible
how how how how how
stop
enough of hows let’s give it a wherefore
maybe even a
why
maybe even an
if
or a who
who
who
I am an owl you see
and I will write screeching
my fingers on the blackboard-ish I will
write
of dogs
and emojis maybe
and glue
and glow worms
and all the millions of things I could write about were I a french impressionist or surrealist or some great fashionable artist with the thrill of painting or creation in my water
I love the words but they won’t come to me.
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mxa13xx · 2 months
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I cough up the hairs of his beard, as if they grew from my stomach
Pieces of him linger,
deep inside of me they raise.
I have the teeth of his, grown skewed;
they raise past my gums with vexation.
I have the hair of his, bred thick;
they raise deeper into flesh with wrath.
I have the eyes of his, fostered blue;
they raise harsher into stares with flame.
They raise above,
the pieces he rotted inside me.
The anger that molded my soul and being;
They raise from my throat with a scream.
I cough him up, two spit slick fingers shoved down my throat
'Get him out.' I yell, 'He didn't grow this flesh'
Yet I pull that single, brown hair from my stomach.
And it always grows back.
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marshmellody · 2 months
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Kindness. That's all you need.
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phoebe-does · 2 years
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I've been recently asked where all my confidence comes from. Hearing this at first was a shock because for so long, most of my life, I've been a deeply insecure person. It caused me some reflection wondering where the confidence I've found in the past 2 years has come from... I think the best answer I could give is doing things anyway despite the anxious voice in my head causing my own self doubt. I get nervous in lectures to raise my hand and ask questions, but I do it anyway. I get nervous trying new things, but last night I joined a running club.
I think with growing up and out of my shell hasn't been about getting rid of the self-doubt or senseless anxiety but instead not letting it overpower me. I silence the voice replaying embarrassing scenarios, I don't give it room to breathe and just do things in spite of it. I think that's why I come off as confident, because people can't see the anxiety I'm constantly silencing.
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blazeemm · 1 year
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I fucking HATE and absolutely LOATHE how every stupid, little, dumb, bitch thing I do/say/experience reminds me of you. How I still fucking dream about you and wake up wanting to just curl up in a dark hole and die.
But I suppose that's what happens after 5 years together and a dumb stupid ring given in hollow promises.
And you just dropped it and me like it and I was nothing. You did everything I told you in the beginning you would. But after years I let your shit lies in and the minute I start believing you take it all back.
Don't fucking get involved with someone if you cannot handle their mental illness. Don't make promises you can't keep. Just fucking say "This is how I feel about it/you right now and I don't know how I'll feel about it as time goes on."
Please be real with your words, your feelings and the person you're talking to/dating/engaged to. And for the love of God don't close yourself off to them, lose feelings and wait and wait, dragging it the fuck out only to finally tell them all the reasons why and hit them like a ton of bricks. AND don't fucking be a pussy who can't even have the courtesy to say it in person and instead do it through text. How fucking pathetic that was and I am too.
Rant over. Bye.
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profoundfuckery · 8 months
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Weak Bitch {Or This Is Not How My Father Raised Me}
My mind is a vast emptieness
Here lies the library of Alexandria
An empty ruin
That may have once held the secrets of eternity
Dust on the wind
Smelling of hubris and shame
{ Decrepit and foul, I continue}
There is solace in forgetting
In keeping nothing but the now
But I have a secret
Disgusting and true
Beneath the bones and decay
I have hoarded every taste
Every smell
Every whisper
Of you
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darkclouud9 · 4 months
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I can't say "welp" anymore without thinking and or saying "together we will be bones, Dry Bones"
except I may be drunk and just said "together we will be drones." anyway I've already got Pisco with Life Series tonight, so how's everyone else's night/day
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inked-soull · 2 years
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//But at what cost...//
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At the alter of love
I offered you my all
But at what cost...
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Forever alone
Seems more true today
I burst into laughter
And I cry myself to sleep
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