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theaddictspoetry · 2 years
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What will you do when the party ends? When the drugs run out, and you're all in your head? At 3 AM with nothing and no body left, All cause of some fun, some escape we didn't realize would end.
-addiction took everything from me, but never again.
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marciellapoetry · 5 months
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I'M ANGRY AT THE WORLD
I’m angry at the world I’m angry at my momI’m angry at my life I’m angry at God I hold it all inside meLike glass that shattered years agoI need to throw it outBut now i’m so attached to it It’s grown over my skinThe pain is a friendly reminder of the horror story I am trapped in I’m scared to tear it out of me I’m scared to feel normal again M.A.P ©️ 2023
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reinaxregina · 1 year
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I wish my heart was not as wide as the ocean, I wish my essence was not as life-giving as a stream.
i wish i was not water, some things don’t survive, Reina Regina. 
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evadneares · 10 months
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Caitlin Conlon, "The Surrender Theory"
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“You’re an actress, right?”, ”All women are actresses, dear. I’m just clever enough to get paid for it.”
k.b. // murder mystery - netflix
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muskaanayesha · 1 year
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Peace be upon the daughter who helped her parents grow up. Accepted their cold shoulder, excused their anger, pardoned their mistakes, taught them how to be human. Peace be upon the sister who paid the price of rebellion. Screaming to her fullest, shaking like a leaf but standing tall, never letting the dictatorship go without a fight, paving the path for her siblings to breathe easier. Peace be upon the first child of an immigrant father. Aching to find their own purpose in life, firm in their own beliefs, contradicting generations and generations of cultural values. Peace be upon the girl who shouldered her mother's trauma. Swindled it into her own, morphed herself into an image of the womb she once resided in, immersed herself into troubles that weren't even hers, covered up scars that she couldn't even recognize. Peace be upon the woman who forgot who she was. So determined to be the savior of everyone, to fix her family, to nurture and love everyone around her. So deeply lost that she forgot she's just as worthy of love. Peace be upon you.
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scribblersobia · 1 year
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Not every sweet word I had received from the world tasted like honey.
Not every person I met in this world had an empathic heart.
With time, I learned that not all souls are the same.
And not all words taste the same.
Many hearts will hate you, and many will love you.
@scribblersobia
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misscrappy · 2 years
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That feminine urge this, masculine urge that ….
Yeah, okay , cool
But what about the Lunar urge to ritualistically disappear every couple of weeks ?
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simplesh29 · 6 months
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I mean even if they leave a bad review, they have heard of you. 😂
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keehoe69 · 10 months
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this one's even better
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hairtusk · 1 year
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Clasped Hands of Robert and Elizabeth Barrett Browning, by Harriet Hosmer (1853)
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marciellapoetry · 7 months
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Shock
My grandfather died on thursday.. I honestly don’t have a lot of words. I find my poetry hides under the bed when the shock is still there. It takes up all the room in my body. And the grief waits outside the door. M.A.P ©️ 2023
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reinaxregina · 4 days
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I have new friends who don't know your name— only the way you left, and the way you left me for them to piece back together.
ah, si ano, some things won’t survive, Reina Regina
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w7ves · 4 months
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rue sous la neige ; la pie, claude monet / three women, sylvia plath / little women (2019) dir. greta gerwig / christmas song, mccarthy trenching / dead poets society (1989) dir. peter weir / friedrich nietzsche, from selected letters / the perks of being a wallflower (2012) dir. stephen chbosky / war of the foxes, richard siken / the holdovers (2023) dir. alexander payne.
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writing-with-sophia · 1 month
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English neutral names
Taylor: a tailor or to cut (referring to the profession of tailoring).
Casey: a vigilant or "watchful.
Jordan: flowing down.
Avery: ruler of the elves or wise.
Morgan: born of the sea.
Riley: courageous or valiant.
Alex: defender of mankind (short form of Alexander or Alexandra).
Reese: enthusiasm.
Jamie: one who replaces.
Devon: the poet or bard.
Cameron: crooked nose or bent river.
Robin: bright fame, famous or just robin bird.
Sidney: wide island or wide meadow.
Shannon: small and wise.
Harper: harp player or minstrel.
Logan: little hollow.
Bailey: bailiff or steward.
Dylan: child of the sea.
Quinn: the fifth or counsel.
Skylar: the scholar.
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muskaanayesha · 1 year
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I am the eldest daughter, which is to say that I am a sponge that absorbs all the trauma of the household. Life is spilt milk and I am a kitchen cloth burnt at the edges. I am falling apart at the corners, threads coming away, rips and ripples like I am torn and trembling in an ocean of nothingness. I am the eldest daughter, which is to say that I emphasize with everyone. The love of my life marries someone else, and I find myself hoping that he loves her the same. My brother wishes death upon me and I toss and turn in my sleep over the tears I saw in his eyes. Life is an accidental fire and I am water. I attempt to stop a tragedy I did not start, to go blindly into a catastrophe that I cannot halt. I am the eldest daughter, which is to say that I am silent in my needs. My father asks me what I'd like to eat and I say that I am not hungry. I will chew on my guilt and swallow my pride before I even think of asking for anything. I buy myself a sweet and nothing tastes as bitter as it. Life is a metaphor for debt and I am drowning in the desire to be as insignificant as possible. I demand nothing and nothing demands me.
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