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He’s so pretty… I want him to be grievously injured
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AFFIRMATIONS
There is no shame in taking a few tries to get it right
Everyone struggles with fine motor skills from time to time
I can do fine motor activities
I can locate a port and plug in a cable
I can plug my phone in on the first try
I can plug my phone in while sober
BBC Sherlock does not exist
I can do hard things
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Ain't my circus but I would know my monkeys anywhere.
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Gracias google, el mejor como siempre.
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i wrote a twin cinema poem about two gay soldiers in wwi
context: the two sides, read separately, are the two soldiers thinking about their futures with each other. when read together, it's a reflection of their final thoughts when they die together struck by bullets <3
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the front seat of the car is a type of confessional
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not normie enough to fit in but not fringe enough to lean into being a freak, worst of both worlds, pure liminality, just the weird coworker, and unrelatable classmate. and your mutual
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In my next life I want
to be a hill, green
standing proud and still
Or a palm tree
oscilating in the wind
dancing with the music of
rustling leaves
Or a rain drop, falling in
a night with a soft breeze
like a lover's caress in your skin
as I trail down your cheek.
#poetry#poets on tumblr#poem#original poem#writers and poets#poem of a mundane day#Is it a good poem? Objectively no but I just saw the most beautiful bright green hill that I felt jealous#She was so pretty
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My oil painting of an Uncrustable
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Maybe happiness is listening to music with your dog next to you wrapped on your blanket akin to a cocoon, and your cat in a crevice made by your legs emanating a warmth nothing can compare.
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“I”, who reside between the folds of your brain
I don’t want to perceived
do not think of me
Never let me live in the vacuum
of thoughts never spoken
of twisting words
of actions stripped of their meaning.
Do not let me live in the space
between insecurity and fear.
I did not say that, I did not mean that.
Try letting the churning cogs rest for
perhaps a year
and see.
Let me rest,
The inside of your mind in no place for me
Let the me in your brain disappear
Let me be me.
#dark academia#my poem#original poem#poetry#poets on tumblr#a mundane poem#poemsofamundaneday#spilled ink
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“You never realize the holes a person leaves behind until you fall into them.”
— Neal Shusterman, The Dark Side of Nowhere
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Let's watch the sun say goodbye
Perhaps you were born
out of a fallen leaf,
grew from the cracks
where no one dared to live.
Perhaps you were born
with the weight of grief
wrapped around your wrists,
chains you always try to leave.
Perhaps you don’t want to be
in this cursed place where everyone is
nothing but mean. Yet I beg you, please
stay and watch sunsets with me.
-Poems of a mundane day
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“I want to make beautiful things, even if nobody cares.”
— Saul Bass
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