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[tomwordwulfsterner]

[killurbioteach]

To a Worthless Teacher whose name I shall not mention

Found an old post of mine on Miraquill (formerly mirakee, as verminsavage, account is still active btw if you'd like to check it out) spewing hate at the og biology teacher in whose dishonour this blog was started:

I curse you to damnation eternal You unsightly abomination! May your after-life be infernal Rot and suffer perdition

Had you taught us lessons a few And not on your classes bailed Then perhaps we would have had a clue And we all wouldn't have failed

And now that I have scraped through (Somehow); you want to take all credit? You know my passing grade was just a fluke I'll be blasting you on reddit!

[i-am-praveena]

Empty Pockets

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[passionbookworm]

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[theheartbrokenwriter-blog]

He never believed in love. He was not aware of the pain in love. But the day she left, he felt the pain.

[mjrocowriter]

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[choppedsludgecloudegg]

My grandma smells of Mogras

from our garden,

sadness, medicines and the itr

my grandfather used to wear

Our house still smells of him

and as she walks through the lobby

with her heavy heart and tired eyes

and you know then, this house

will never feel like home to her.

My mother smells of war,

the one in her mind

the one she loses every single day,

yet her smile screams hope

into my barren heart

and with every rising sun

she loses pieces of herself

and sometimes,

she reeks of emptiness.

My father often smells of ruins,

and rotting tears

that never found a way out

but on some days,

he walks around with a straight face

which smiles slightly

every now and then

but there is no scent,

nor any colours,

or so I can't decipher;

on some days

my father smells of a void

and on most days,

I mirror him

and his scents

and when I don't -

on those days

I smell of many small heartbreaks

and a small pallette where

yellow mixes with the greys

with green and blue on the edges.

On days, when i don't smell like a void,

I smell of a messy rainbow

that has lost it's way

in a storm

-raika.a // someone who reeks of rhyme less poems and words floating in a void

[vinodbagdi]

🚫 फ़िल्मी कलाकारों द्वारा फिल्मों में सरेआम शराब, बीड़ी, सिगरेट, हेरोइन, चरस इत्यादि नशीली वस्तुओं का सेवन करते दिखाया जाता। क्या ये समाज के हीरो हो सकते हैं? असली हीरो संत रामपाल जी महाराज जी हैं जो नशा मुक्त स्वच्छ समाज का निर्माण कर रहे हैं। More information satlok aashram YouTube channel visitt must.. .. #wordswag #mirakee #instathought #poetsociety (at Jaipur - pink city rajasthan, india) https://www.instagram.com/p/CWa8NSDlgyF/?utm_medium=tumblr

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[shilotis-the-weirdo]

[rajvis]

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[wrstrange]

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[youcanenvisage]

Agree or disagree?

[flamingcraniumb]

[theaestheticlady]

A mind not to be chang’d by Place or Time.

The mind is its own place, and in it self

Can make a Heav’n of Hell, a Hell of Heav’n.

What matter where, if I be still the same,

And what I should be, all but less then hee

Whom Thunder hath made greater? Here at least

We shall be free; th’ Almighty hath not built

[shilotis-the-weirdo]