#Light's Poetry Corner
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the-lights-are-loud · 2 months ago
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Car
The left turn signal has been on for 6 miles. Only noticed when switched to turn right. It's quiet clicking hidden beneath the blasting music of broken speakers.
The gas meter slowly goes down until that flashing warning appears before puttering to a stop. Maybe enough fumes to make it to the next station.
The change oil symbol stares until thick black sludge fills the veins of the car. Everyone gazes in horror at the neglect.
A grinded clutch plate that can no longer go and all the motor does is roar, unable to move forward.
Tread has shredded off until the wheels are bald and skidding, just one bad day from a wreck.
It takes a thought and prayer for the starter to do it's job.
A busted headlight, driving blind in the dark, wondering what will come first. Being pulled over, or an unseen obstacle causing a crash.
I start to fall apart.
And it's the driver's fault.
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fairydrowning · 1 year ago
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Grief is the only proof that I love and I love well. Love and grief are actually intertwined with each other and as "Akif Kichloo" once wrote, "the opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love."
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luciferslilith7 · 4 months ago
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"How many graves will I need,to bury everything that died inside of me?"
~Naya Aknis
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g0j0s · 3 months ago
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you cut off women from dancing, because girls of good characters do not indulge in such lewd activities. if they become one with their swaying hips, how will you hold down their bodies and spirits?
you cut off women from reading, because books have so many vile ideas about freedom and humanity. hence, they may begin to spin ideas from the yarn of knowledge, jeopardising the conditional safety of your cage.
you cut off women from adorning themselves lovingly, because lest they begin to like the shape of their noses or the curves of their waist; they will stop caring about other people and conforming to your standards of beauty.
you cut off women from expressing because girls from good families do not raise their voices. you say the devil resides in their voice boxes and if they don’t watch their tongues, they may taint the name of their families.
you cut off women from being, so the only thing they’re left with is fear and misery. grinding that terror on the stone of fate like grains, they toil away their lives.
then you call them many many rotten things if any of them refuses to believe this. still, if they don’t comply, force is applied repeatedly.
they become a skeleton of their potential self, grieving in secrecy; because privacy is a luxury. what if in the empty silence they finally start thinking & questioning?
yet, you wonder why they’re exhausted and angry, fighting silent wars within and outside.
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poetic--elixir · 5 months ago
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“I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year.”
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights
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fragments-of-love · 17 days ago
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mysterieuxclairdelune · 1 year ago
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I see everything. I remember it all.
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Gently, lovingly, I preserve it in my heart.
-Anna Akhmatova
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rizuuspoetry · 6 months ago
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sacriificiallamb · 15 days ago
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you’re all i ever wanted
i’ll starve myself until i’m small enough to fit in the palm of your hand
on my knees in a satin dress
slipping off my shoulders
wet with spit
red with need
looking at you from beneath my lashes
am i pretty when i cry, daddy?
you’re so handsome when you hit me
i’ll wear the bruises like flowers in my hair
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the-lights-are-loud · 3 months ago
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I miss screaming into the void.
I miss how it simply looked back.
I miss how it would stay silent.
I miss being able to scream until my voice was hoarse and my tears were dry.
I miss how the void didn't reach it's arms around me.
I miss the cold of the void.
I miss how I was just another voice.
I miss how the void was just a void.
Now it is like everywhere else.
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inamoratasonata · 2 months ago
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he never left my mind. i never even crossed his.
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luciferslilith7 · 6 months ago
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My ink stained heart ~
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g0j0s · 10 months ago
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orange peel theory this pomegranate peel theory that. but have you thought about badaam peel theory? when they soak the almonds overnight and peel them in the morning for you. now that right there is love at its peak.
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poetic--elixir · 4 months ago
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“Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.”
– Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
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starryvomit · 6 months ago
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“If you do not tell your story, someone else will, and they will tell it wrong.”
-Kane Smego, 2014.
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fragments-of-love · 22 days ago
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