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mulledwinetea · 10 months

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Control Systems and Hopeless Waltzing

Swallow your heart back down, darling.

The world revolves perfectly fine without your inconsequential epiphanies -

Internal revolutions aren’t born and realized on the same day.

They’re baked in furnaces for decades till everything burns everything,

everything eats everything.

Ideas whirl around in the belly of the beast

Till the storm sucks them out to create a tornado.

I asked you to stay with barely any conviction when I wanted to tie you to myself with a chain.

I learned to breathe without you because my rapid heaving choked your kindness,

I let you go at sunrises after spending our nights together.

The vision of you in the golden hues of the first light pumped blood straight to the heart of me,

I loved you with the fury of a thousand blazing suns

Then doused all of me in frost so you could walk all over this burning bridge.

You will change the world with your optimized and efficient control systems

And I’ll dance with the earth in the palm of my hands because I abandoned all hope when you waltzed into my town.

- Nitya Arora

(All images are from Pinterest.)

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soulinkpoetry · 2 years

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Can we press reset in life? Erase the things that hurt us from that blackboard and write some poetry, draw beautiful flowers, the ocean , a smile. Anything but hurt.

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#erase the hurt #mind #blackboards #draw flowers #write poetry #smile #soulinkpoetry #poetry #she writes #tumblr poets #thoughts #feelings #that’s life

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becomingvecna · 5 months

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— David Cronenberg, Consumed

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joytri · 5 months

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#aesthetic #dark academia #coffee #art #books #academia #college #studyblr #light academia #literature #benedict smith #Poetry #Writing #Writersblr

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prokopetz · 6 months

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Blackout poetry exists on a dual axis from "banal" to "insightful" on the input side and "kind of deep" to "incredibly fucking dumb" on the output side, and while taking something banal and producing something kind of deep is well and fine, for my money taking something insightful and rendering it incredibly fucking dumb is where the real art is.

#media #writing #poetry #blackout poetry #swearing

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waitingforthesunrise · 10 months

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Just realized that the reason I love making friends on tumblr is because it’s exactly how you make friends on the playground as a six year old. No, I don’t know their name but they love mermaids too and built this awesome sand castle. No, I don’t know their age but their imaginary cheetah is friends with mine. You like this show? You like this character?? You can sing the theme song really loud??? Here is a flower crown. Here is a juice box. You can share my time and I might never see you again but part of you stays in my soul forever. In my mind we’re still on the swing set and the sky is blue and nothing will ever be wrong again.

#original poetry #Original writing #friendship #online friends

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words-and-coffee · 7 months

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Alice Te Punga Somerville, Always Italicise: How to Write While Colonised - Kupu rere kē

[ID: A poem titled: Kupu rere kē. [in italics] My friend was advised to italicise all the foreign words in her poems. This advice came from a well-meaning woman with NZ poetry on her business card and an English accent in her mouth. I have been thinking about this advice. The convention of italicising words from other languages clarifies that some words are imported: it ensures readers can tell the difference between a foreign language and the language of home. I have been thinking about this advice. Marking the foreign words is also a kindness: every potential reader is reassured that although you're expected to understand the rest of the text, it's fine to consult a dictionary or native speaker for help with the italics. I have been thinking about this advice. Because I am a contrary person, at first I was outraged — but after a while I could see she had a point: when the foreign words are camouflaged in plain type you can forget how they came to be there, out of place, in the first place. I have been thinking about this advice and I have decided to follow it. Now all of my readers will be able to remember which words truly belong in -[end italics]- Aotearoa -[italics]- and which do not.

Next image is the futurama meme: to shreds you say...]

(Image ID by @bisexualshakespeare)

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jaggedjawjosh · 2 months

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thoughtcascades · 10 months

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I come from a long line of people with something wrong with them

#own #text #thoughtcascades #showerthoughts #shower thoughts #quote #quotes #writing #original words #poetry #literature #inspiring #quoteoftheday #poem #aesthetic #prose #inspiring quote #life #spilled ink

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bebx · 7 months

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letsbeapoemtogether · 4 months

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Sunrise, Louise Glück

#poetry #writersofinstagram #writing #writersociety #quotes #aesthetic #poems #poemsbyme #poemsociety #love #sunrise #louise glück

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burningvelvet · 11 months

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a twitter thread that actually killed me

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writing-is-a-martial-art · 8 months

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You meet god and she's mostly dead fish. You ask her why and she says most of the world is dead fish, and she's made herself to appeal to the most common denominator, the everyman funnyman comedy show that runs for eleven seasons but with the entire universe in mind. You ask her how much of the dead fish is your fault, she says it's far less than you'd think, in the grand scheme of things. You ask her if you matter at all. If you can do anything. She shrugs her rotting shoulders and says mattering is a made-up concept, like life, but sure, you can matter if you want to, on some scale. She has many scales. She doesn't know what you mean by 'anything', but you can do everything you can. You ask her if it's enough. She says there's no base requirement for deserving to exist. She's smoking a joint and the smoke filtering out of her gills gathers and forms gas giants and red dwarfs. You ask her if there's any hidden secrets of the universe you should know and she says it's not a secret if she tells, plus it's fun to let you figure it out yourself. You ask her if any of your questions were right questions and she says you worry about being right so much it might keep you from fucking around, which is as close to meaning of life as she ever bothered to make. You don't ask but she says she loves your hair, also your whole being, also your planet. She says she figured out what love is yesterday and is trying it out, which explains the ten thousand rainbows and sudden influx in rains of fish. She offers you a drag of her joint and you wake up half past midnight behind a chain restaurant clutching a smoked salmon. The new stars are winking like they're in on some joke and you're sure if you try hard enough you'll remember what it is.

#food mention #oleg's writing #my writing #original poetry

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feral-ballad · 1 month

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