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flowerytale · 8 months ago
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Nikos Engonopoulos, from Bolívar, a Greek Poem
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hybriddh · 17 days ago
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Marionette by HybridDH
Art by ghosty_entity
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In the darkened room, a stage unfolds,
where velvet curtains shield tales untold.
There in the dim light’s soft, faint sway,
a marionette waits, bound to obey.
Threads stretch high, veiled and taut,
puppet and shadow caught in thought.
With porcelain skin and painted smile,
she waits, unmoving, docile, beguiled.
An unseen hand pulls; she shudders awake,
a dance begins, each step to partake
in muted hums, a silent sway,
as joints align in ghostly ballet.
Her glassy gaze is fixed and wide,
unblinking, drawn from side to side,
eyes unfeeling, blank, and cold,
secrets too deep, in silence told.
The stage, her world of fabric walls,
a prison fashioned for lifeless dolls;
each step marked by the strings’ command,
a measured move, a forced demand.
She spins, she twirls with delicate grace,
her movements bound to an endless place,
and though she glides with a quiet charm,
her dance is bound, and free of calm.
There’s a murmur low, a command unclear,
whispers cold as winter’s cheer,
echoes scripted in her ear,
words that she feels, yet never hears.
Buttons for eyes, stitched mouth set wide,
she’s hollow within, though painted with pride;
the smile sewn on, the laugh confined,
a mask that cracks yet holds the line.
Around her, dolls on taut-held threads,
pinned to their parts, lifeless and led.
In faded lace, they watch and wait,
bound to their roles, resigned to fate.
One doll stands cracked, with splintered seams,
a rosewood figure, worn of dreams—
she’s cast aside, her purpose done,
no longer danced, no longer spun.
For every twirl and every bow,
she’s merely part of another’s vow;
the stage grows larger, yet so small,
a muted echo, a silent call.
And as she bends in practiced arc,
she wonders if this role left a mark—
a phantom tale, a puppet’s jest,
a marionette swayed at fate’s behest.
The strings grow taut; she cannot stray,
locked in this strange, perpetual play,
her movements guided, whispers hushed,
in satin gloves, her spirit crushed.
But under the mask, beneath the paint,
a flicker stirs, though ever faint—
a silent plea, a wordless cry,
for freedom’s hand, to sever and untie.
At last, the dance draws to a close,
she’s set back down in static repose.
And as the hands drift out of sight,
a tear escapes, frail in the light.
A single drop, a trace of grace,
a glint of life on her painted face.
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marxm-03 · 1 year ago
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A poem I wrote after fainting at work and seeing the reactions of those around me. Someone had made an insensitive joke and inspired me to write this. I put a lot of heartache into this so I hope others who ache too can enjoy. I personally think it's some of my best.
-Michael
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rzmusings · 6 months ago
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you touch my skin as though it were divine. lips brush against my face as though i might shatter, while your fingers roam every inch of me. mapping me out. visiting every place. caressing your favourites. your touch is warm, warm like a fireplace in winter, warm like soup and warm like the brown of those eyes— i could love you. i could love the sharpness of your canines when you laugh hard enough. the glasses you don't wear nearly enough. the twitch of your lips when our eyes lock long enough. the way you gaze down at me as though there isn't a better sight to behold. i could love you.
— do i already love you?
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leenlue · 8 months ago
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The Great Tsunami
Once, I wrote you a poem
And you loved it
And you loved me
But what you didn't know, is that I wrote you three more after you said you didn't want me and I cried
I cried tsunamis and hurricanes
And I guess you could say I'm not over it
Because whenever I see her I feel a knife through my chest
A sharp pain
One that only you could inflict
And of course you love her now
I get it
She has a smile like the full moon
One that you have to stop and look at to see if it's real
It's mesmerizing
It engrosses you
And you've always been one to worry about looks
Well look
That's shallow
But I know
That the girl who writes poetry every time she feels an emotion is not what you wanted at all
I was merely the bus stop to your real destination
Some kind of
Procrastination
I was nothing
To you
Yeah, I get it
A girl who can light up a room is one you wanna keep, man, she's special
But I thought I was special too
See what kept me going was
You
And you were all that I wanted so I just gotta ask
Why'd you do it?
I hate to say this but I hope she breaks your heart
I hope you tell me
Every grueling detail
And the excuse she had
Because even though you'll be sad you'll understand the devastation you caused me, and all those countries that had to live with the great tsunami.
- d.
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oloovia · 14 days ago
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long poem "i hate myself"
literally just pouring out emotion here, bit of a lengthy one i hate myself so deeply within my soul that little girl inside is all i hear the knocking, knocking, knocking the scratching, begging, clawing for some sense of relief relief. what is relief? a sense of calm that lasts temporarily? the quietness that i so desire? does relief come in the form of a pill? can i get it injected into my brain? my veins? can i please just get some sort of fucking answer i am tired i am drained i am e x h a u s t e d  fuck, at this point i’ll take that sigh of relief writers write about a sigh is better than the mess my mind is right now as long as i get the silence i need without needing to be asleep. why does my mind never stop racing, rushing, running, wrapping around every single little thought just give. me. a. break. one second of peace is all i yearn for that second of peace will do more for me than any self-help, self- guided, self-studied therapist journal, video, meditation, coping technique has ever done. back to that little girl the one i failed so flawlessly i feel sorry for her she was once filled to the brim with hope and happiness dancer, actress, singer,  professional fucking clarinetist all dreams that died. all dreams that were unattainable to start with. and realized quickly. now i stay up until 3 am, screaming and shouting my heart and mind  into a keyboard and google docs. everyday is the fucking same wake up: 9:15 work: 10:00 lunch break (if taken): 13:00 get home: 18:00 if motivation is present (typically not): gym: 19:30 if motivation is not present (usual): doom scroll and nap intermittently: 18:00-0:00 shower (sometimes wait until morning): 00:00 journal (in between): 00:30-03:00 hate self with rage and stay in my brain: 00:30-03:00 find time to hate self via google docs poetry: 00:30-03:00 go to bed and repeat every. single. day. all i wish for is one second. just one.
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lostdeviantartcollages · 1 month ago
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staring at white images,
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forestgirlpoems · 4 months ago
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What time is Dinner?
we pass eachother in the hallway. sit around the dinner table in semi-silence. complimenting eachother
the living room is a shared space. where we sit separately. watching the same tv. hearing different things
there I wonder in which corner laughter is hiding in. under what pillow to look for your warmth. my voice and the will to use it
however good your pasta bolognese. it could never make up for the draft in our windows. the doors I opened and the questions you stopped asking with your eyes. just like that we fell into place
passing each other in the hallway. we exist in the same space but never together. our lives connecting only for the duration of trivial questions
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starsbecoming · 4 months ago
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how can i wish to be eternal
when some days
i don’t even want
to be alive long enough
for the summer grapes
to sour
i cling desperately
to preserve
everything i have now
wrapping it in layers of
saran wrap
like my mother taught me
with yesterday’s leftovers
and tomorrow’s ripe avocados
but how can i stop the death
of something that is
ready to let go
i grasp at fate
in the dark
like a child
again.
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cybereucharist · 12 days ago
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A long one. Don't know how I feel about it just yet.
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env0writes · 3 months ago
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Umber Embers Vol.3, 9.10.24 “Senioritis”
What a wonderful excuse to congregate With peers So near How close to saying “I love you” We all were But with a share of hands And a close of body I didn’t know how to kiss yet And yet Our hands touching Was kiss enough The air was cold and biting The fire, you made– inviting I walked all this way to see you What a fool I was to not speak I simply stared At you – the fire How old I felt then Only the briefest of difference Felt a chasm Between flicker and flame Oxygen you all were to me As I grew Like fire I burned Bridges between us Time may have healed those embers Those ashes given new life But no bridge rebuilt Reaching from me Nor reaching from you We let the fire lay where it lied And oh, did we lie We were the bestest of liars Stories we’d spin like yarn Quick to flame and feed the fire For that warmth we gathered Was better than our honest word For no youth will admit their love Not to me Not to you If we grew distant we grew cold Shouldered and slow How cruel it is that growing up Truly does mean forgetting I will never forgive you Peter Pan For speaking so plain so young You would have a place amongst my fire Full of liars Yearning and learning What warmth of another is While I held my hands Thinking of yours Others pressed close Their hands Others– lips Others– more I thought of the long walk home And how wintered it would be So I lingered Let me help you clean Give me purpose So that I might receive thanks Remember me When the fire fades And all is dark Not for my long walk in the cold Nor my stories brightly burned Into our memories For the help I gave And that I came To gather around your bonny bonfire In the cold and autumn nights
@env0writes C.Buck   Ko-Fi & Venmo: @Zenv0 Support Your Local Artists!
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thejourneyblog · 3 months ago
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To Have a Heart by Priscilla Pittington
To have a heart
Is to have it break
Is to shoot for the moon and
land among the scars
To temp a fate
Of blood and blues
To sing to the heavens
And tear in two
Is to whisper sweet nothings
And scream to the skies
To dance with your fears
And drain of your tears
To spin to stir to fantasize
To love to hate to memorize
Every freckle, crease and wrinkle
Every strand, gleam and twinkle
To hold on to let go 
To chase and to flee
To idolize to villainize 
To become best friends
and strangers again
And while I wish heartbreak
could be divided equally
nothing that can shatter
ever breaks in half
So lets bear it all
For we have nothing to hide
Naked in the light or
Desperate in the dark
For lightning or a spark
The petal or the rose
Every bit is worth it
because
To have a heart is
To live a life
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coffeexxcigarettes · 5 months ago
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And the moon is flooded red,
Stained like strawberries
Yet I am stuck on your lips.
The idea that such a sight I used to beg for,
Pales in comparison to your smile-
I hold anger with your name,
A bitter resentment for turning the stars
I've long admired
Into memories of us against the black of night.
There's us,
Laughing and falling asleep,
Blinking desperately to stay beside one another
For just a moment longer.
There's us cooking together,
And I'm acting like I know what I'm doing-
But I don't,
And yet I guide your hands,
And yet you let me,
And together we create food with memories-
And then there's me thinking I was the only one.
The brightest star,
Flickering alone against the red of the summer moon.
Stargazing was so peaceful
Before I tasted your fruit.
I knew you'd taste of stars before I tried you,
And you did.
And you do.
And you always will.
I cannot compete with stars,
When all I offer is messy poetry
And tears.
It was a foolish whim,
Made by a child who loved the night.
And I'd do it again if it meant
The stars would shine just for me
Even if only for a
Single
Moment
More.
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poetryofastillsoul · 4 months ago
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The Worth of my Words
A single tear
Falls from my eye
Down my cheek
Past my heart
And to my feet
You have let
Me down
Again
Here I see
What worth
I had
In your eyes
Less than that
Of a single cent
Here I slouch
Shattered in my words
Seams ripped
To show what’s beneath
My teeth are grinding
On the words
I cannot speak
Like hard tendons
Of spoiled meat
So just a squeak,
Is all that you hear
And so you say
It is not worth
Listening for.
- Solomon H.J Kitts
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tuhainkahan · 5 months ago
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in my “the world is cruel, therefore, I won’t be” era.
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cloudthatcries · 2 months ago
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