seraphinesaintclair · 3 days ago
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“Comet Taloned Universe” by Seraphine Saintclair
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litbowl · 3 hours ago
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From Andrea Gibson's book, You Better Be Lightning. (Button Poetry).
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petrichor-poet · 2 days ago
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your could-have-been presence still haunts me, in a way I never expected to be haunted
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andileighwrites · 3 days ago
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Shelves of Words
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I will share my ink And hope I'll get New shades in return.
Don't leave me With a blank page, Or a book That's incomplete;
I want to leave you With shelves of words— I hope the ink does speak.
Don't burn the bridge To your bookcase;
We can trade our paper And our pens and see If our ink meets.
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Andi Leigh 10/28/2024
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thoughtsfromb4 · 5 months ago
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The Angel On My Shoulder Goes By The Name Of Death
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Preface: For the last day of mental health month, I wanted to share something I wrote that deals with some rather dark struggles. Struggles that I know others face as well. Struggles that I hope might be eased for just one person who reads this, even if only in the smallest way.
There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death,
And though I cannot always see him, upon my neck I always feel his breath
As he whispers to me relentlessly, deftly using my soul’s own Shibboleth.
He is my phantasmagorical companion from which there has thus far been no escape,
One who has no single voice nor form yet is somehow always horrific in his shape
When my mind’s eye sees him lying in the darkest shadows of my brain's path-illogical landscape.
For while it may be hidden, we are locked in eternal battle, one to which we both are bound,
And though the clashes rage on deep within, the fighting furious and yet without a sound,
The hardest part is not the fighting, it is not knowing if there will be any respite to be found.
This war is one without casualties but still with victims–its battles waged within the mind–
But even having entreated aid from all my demons with any values I could trade in kind,
I have yet to even dream of any type of peace accords to which we would both agree to bind.
But what I have paid in pain to learn in this seemingly Sisyphean struggle is that one cannot sit idly by,
That every new assault of his is an opportunity for me to learn new tactics which I can in future then apply.
Thus I have vowed: Whatever new mental munitions he has in store for me, nor what deadly schemes I must yet defy–
Though I know, like you, I too will one day meet my end, it shall be he who will be the first of us to die.
-- @thoughtsfromb4
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alanaeen · 2 months ago
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maybe if my dreams were long enough we could've been forever
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mkwrites · 1 year ago
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I can’t let him read my poetry because how could I go back to being strangers with someone who has seen my soul?
-m.k. // words are windows to the soul
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fsnavratil · 7 months ago
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one day i'll come home again
//fs navratil
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grhmwtts · 2 months ago
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i choked
on my first gulp
of water
on this hot
hot
late august
afternoon
it reminded me
of you
your sweat
percolating
at your temple
i praised
you
studied
you
religiously
devoted
as air
and liquid
filled
my mouth
my lungs
throat
thoughts
longed
to worship you
in the summer
but august is ending
and our love is too
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lamentofspring · 8 months ago
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— haley nichole green, excerpt from hope & a cup of tea
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seraphinesaintclair · 8 months ago
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“Death’s Fingers” by Seraphine Saintclair
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litbowl · 11 days ago
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From Jasmine Mans's book, Black Girl, Call Home. (Berkley Publishing Group)
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petrichor-poet · 2 months ago
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I wasn't made for flings or situationships. I was made for falling head over heels in love with someone who loves me.
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dame-nostalgique · 1 year ago
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Songbird, 2023 🕊️
Pieces of hope for today, tomorrow, and the days after that
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thoughtsfromb4 · 9 days ago
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Why We Speak
To triumph, all the wicked need is our silence as they pursue their tyranny.
For in that silence, we will sadly find that our path lies beside complicity.
True courage stands and speaks its mind; it is undaunted, damn the cost–
It knows the power held in every voice and just how much could still be lost.
This is why, in these times, we must all speak–loud and proud and clear;
Why we must have faith in one another and why we cannot give in to fear.
Why we must stand firm in the face of hate, even when it feels we must move the heavens;
Remembering, always, the simple, eternal truth that from our lips leap weapons!
--@thoughtsfromb4
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