disproportionatelysculpting · 7 months ago
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your blood-stained hands are the one i want to treasure in this lifetime (random line for u to write something over)
Flickering lights, melting candles that will die down soon crumpled papers, thrown everywhere in the room with traces of blood, ink and paint of a life time sinking in the desk every day at 5 and pouring out own self on the white sheets be it by tears of eye or tear of skin
Waterline washed, drained and dried stains painted face, blue and violet with a reddish blush while the hands stained red from all the anguish and rage that fits in yet falls of the palm the fist that cuts itself trying to hold onto the story the misery the pain the helplessness
I was there once, stuck like she is there now Her blood stained hands are the one I wish to hold open, wipe the dust, dip them in care and fill them with love Make sure to take the steel away and draw stars on the scars
To treasure it the right way this time.
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pencap · 8 months ago
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the coward's way out
if the fates conspire that only one of us may live, then lover, it must be you.
i will save you the grand speeches about how you are good and deserving. you are. you are. you are, but in the end, that is not the reason why.
the world may call me brave or strong or selfless but lover, you know the truth don't you?
in the end, i am only more afraid of facing a world without you than i am of facing death of facing anything.
in the end, i am only too weak to be the one left behind to pick up the pieces of a broken life a broken promise a broken heart and keep on bleeding when the blood in your heart is already dry.
i'm sorry. i'm sorry. but will you let me be selfish one last time?
can i ask you to live for me? to face what i feared most so that i might find peace in my eternal sleep with a smile upon my face?
if it is cruel of me to ask, then i beg you to forgive me. or curse my name and hate me if you must, only live.
only live, my lover so that my life and my death and all that came in between may mean something. may mean everything.
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all-or-nothing-baby · 3 months ago
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i saw the tv glow and took a breath that was the and biggest most satisfying lung-full of air in forever and a day oh that O² oh me oh my and oh hell how i simultaneously choked asphyxiated suffocated so utterly and so completely to the sound of my own slow death but somehow still managed to drag my stiff bones home to the place that is safe though that word has a different meaning for me yet now here i am i am here stuck like a pig on a spit roasting myself in the very room i allegedly live in and can't stop won't stop staring at my notself my very wrong reflection in the cruelly mirrored on/off too-big screen friend and am crying and crying and smiling and smiling because maybe just maybe there is still time for me and for him there is there is there is is there is there is there though where is it i can't see it can't see that time and what if it's because it's run out actually run away from me what then what then what oh how about this i could just stop time again and make art of the way i've been destroyed and put back together a billion times a day all day everyday ad infinitum for my too-many years on this mad spinning rock yes what about this and what about that how about if i draw something write something with all of the snot and the tears and the sweat and the blood and the piss and the shit all of it because it is everydamnwhere all over the place hanging around or hanging on wait no no wait i know i'll just sit here instead and write this void post to my phone from my head to my phone like i'm dead dead already then i'll scramble myself like the egg that i am to wipe my face clean and put on an old shirt and comfort show and some graces whilst having at it and apologising more and again to everyone all of them every thing living dead in both worlds real and not both the ones in my head and in each and every universe the multi quantum static channel and say sorry so sorry i'm so so sorry for that and for this and for hernotmehim for your fiction and mine and for the terribly simple and complex horror that is my hellish existence a blight on all yours but it's okay even though it's really not really no more please i can't well okay just one more time yeah it's okay it's alright i'll just keep smiling keep breathing and keep dying again yeah just like this just like that because hey it's okay as it is always 10.30pm on a saturday night somewhere, right?
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greatmotivation · 7 months ago
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In the labyrinth of negativity, ambition becomes ensnared, trapped within the thorns of doubt. Each step forward is met with the echoing whispers of failure, suffocating the flame of aspiration. Amidst the barren landscape of despair, dreams languish, withered by the relentless storm of pessimism.
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everyone-loves-you · 1 month ago
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Dear Sensitive Soul
A collection of heartfelt messages and prose poetry
Chloë Jade
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kiawren · 2 months ago
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Something something Wren saying he'd propose to Kiawe with the Ring of Fire.
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liesmultixxx · 6 months ago
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Hi🫶🏻 this is peak stream of consciousness writing so beware: cringe ahead (nonetheless I’d be happy if someone read this lol it would mean a lot)
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The sky is blue
The grass is green
Still my mind is playing tricks on me
if what I feel and what I see would be less real
Then maybe I’d have a lot less ghosts
roaming around and fighting me
i am so tired, do you know
it takes everything in me to be this strong
I cannot stay, but I cannot go
who the fuck wants to die alone?
I guess I do, It’s all I know
an eternal curse put on to me
thanks to my lovely family
I do love them, I cannot lie
it’s just this feeling i’ve got inside
would someone love me for
who I am, this wretched mess
who am I kidding- of course they won’t
This life is all just for show
wish someone had told me this once before
just let go of your fears and ghosts
they’ll come back sooner or later anyway
no point in driving yourself crazy
wish I could believe this sage
I still choose to put the blame
all on me
it’s kinda sad
i don’t why
i won’t be loved, I won’t be liked
what can I do?
maybe I should just stop
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fridayyy-13th · 2 months ago
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just wrote a poem about platonic love and amatonormativity and turned it in for an assignment. the metaphor i used could not be more straightforward. let's see how it gets misconstrued in class tomorrow.
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ceruleantinted · 2 months ago
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lonely is the muse is so so precious to me.
yeaaaaaars ago, i wrote a lil poem. obv words are not as golden and lyrical as h’s (they are a genius) but i felt like i heard my poem in a halsey song and that was so fucking unexpected. i don’t share my poems with any other soul but i wanted to for this one.
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it’s now canon. lonely and forgotten is the muse.
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pencap · 1 year ago
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Hi! I love your work, and it's wonderful to hear you might start writing poetry again. I hope it goes well, and please be kind on yourself ❤️
For the three words: silver, fall, power.
No pressure and feel free to ignore this entirely! I just wanted to tell you that it's great to see you around again.
Thank you for the kind words, love! It's wonderful to be back and be met with so much love. Please know that your support is infinitely encouraging and infinitely appreciated.
My darling, for you I wish to be silver like the full moon dancing on silent feet silver like the first sleepy snowfall of winter silver like constellations shimmering in a peaceful night. You deserve a soft-spoken silver as shining and carefree as bellchimes. But darling, all I know how to be is silver like a sniper's scope staring from the rooftop silver like spikes of hoarfrost glinting on barbed wire silver like starfall crashing down in a shattered sky. I am made to be a sharp-edged silver as powerful and deadly as bladesteel. I ache that I cannot be a lullaby singing you to sleep. I weep that I cannot be a flashlight in your darkest night. I mourn that I cannot be a diamond ring on your finger. But I will be the sentry standing guard at your doorstep. I will be the smooth tongue to lay your enemies bare. I will be the chainmail wrapped around your softest spots. And darling, perhaps if you are so very kind if the world is so very forgiving if my fate is so very lucky-- Then perhaps, my dearest darling, that can be enough.
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wouldnt-give-a-fig · 7 months ago
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A consoling message from Lemony Snicket (an original poem)
Dear Reader, 
If this letter finds itself in your hands I am immensely hopeful that you are the Intended recipient. Correspondence has Been known to be inaccurate before, A word which here means “there are better ways  to deliver sensitive information than by carrier pigeon” (No matter who you are, however,  Please make sure to feed Wilbur some  Sorghum, millet, or even sunflower seeds  Upon receipt of this letter. Those are his favorite.)
As you know (at least if you are who I  Think you are), it is not easy to complete Baticeer training with a full course load, Ask the right questions in the wrong environment, Earn a living while you are spending it, And write essays on an empty stomach.
You might find yourself thinking  That you ought to have known better, That of course ill-fitting glasses come from ill-meaning optometrists, That leaking roofs require attention before monsoon season, That you can only order so many root beers before  The waiter tells you to leave the restaurant, Even if the person you have scheduled to meet three hours ago  Has not yet arrived.
But in a world that is wretched And makes a wretch out of you, There is no greater defiance than to Speak to it kindly. Collect your fearful doubts and doubtful fears Nothing is nobler in a face of tears  Than to keep going.
In all this noise May you find the corner of the library Where it is quiet.
— L.S.
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shrikebrother · 9 months ago
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here-comes-the-bard · 5 months ago
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"my favorite romance trope is like. you don't want to hurt me but i am asking you to hurt me." and other things on the nithvinn board that make me go dan howell biting controller tearful edition (op)
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hexjulia · 8 months ago
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ugh reading a book of poetry based on really liking a single poem and then the rest is just sort of mid navelgazing with extra space is really depressing for some reason
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anelegaicmind · 1 year ago
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The Lover's Perusal
I collect seashells as I collect scars. It isn’t like I’m overly careless, Years spent tirelessly turning Shell over lustered shell, tossing each Into those soft caressing waves.
I watch them wash over the ground, Spreading out like a million hands Carved beautifully out of marble. The shells never stay in one place and I am too picky to let my eyes linger too long.
I wash over each shell, swiftly Moving on. I do not disturb; nor Do I wish to stay as the floating ash From some nearby fire flutters Like a million wings before my salty eyes.
I see a word form on each piece. My eyes scurry from page to page, hoping to find the truth For my soul that still, after all, wishes To hold a single shell to its ear.
If I wait. I can wait and let myself be washed Under each wave, caressing and gentle. Sweep me up and turn me over, Place me down on my knees And my face on the ground.
A single shell presses hard Against my skull, against my mind: Still steadily pressing inward. I am afraid It will break me. I am afraid it will take me. I do not fear such a change.
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fragmentedforrest · 8 days ago
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You don’t know what it’s like to be soft
Until you know what it’s like to not be hardened by guilt and pain
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