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whateverwhimsy · 9 months
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Within My Mind
What I left,
pastured out and lost
long gone,
helpless hanging
a quiet galloping horse
and mindless gaggles,
intersection, interstices
a balloon of my mind,
quickly grazing the sky.
You colour me in,
new fantasias on canvas
rollicking with cadence,
newness mixed memories
aloft, in accordance,
we'll dance in evergreen
effervescence again -
untethered.
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emyofthevalley · 9 months
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I give my body freely to Mother Earth,
but she doesn’t want it, not yet
she told me I was only a sapling,
my roots too small to find my footing
I would have to keep growing, growing
before she was ready to take me in
so I sit in this brook, waiting for the steady flow of water
to rip away at my seams
break me open, flush out the wounds
that cause me the most agony, I beg
take my impurities far away from here,
let them die in the open sea
and give my body back to me
cleansed eternally 🪞
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her-and-poetry · 2 years
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Goodbye to the moon
I was the sun and you were the moon,
I was in pursuit to reach for you
but the more I ran after you
the further we are from each other.
So I’ll leave you where you belonged,
be in your own space to shine with the stars
and just admire you from there
let you shine your light from there.
You brought light to the darkness in my heart
but then as beautiful and admirable as you are,
no matter how much I aim for you
you’re just so distant and unreachable.
Just like the moon affects the tide of the oceans,
you have power over the highs and lows of my emotions.
Like the moon exerts gravitational forces,
you are so far away, yet your energy reaches through me, pulling me towards the very center of your heart.
-Roxanne
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darkforestroads · 2 years
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skipping through shallows
it won't be raining
an old man with a failing heart
said to me
we'd sat around a table
late into an august night
invoking ghosts
behind us the sun was bloodied
i could tell by the ocean.
our voices laughed.
and his voice knew time
without the pieces of his body
to agree.
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hungryteeth · 2 years
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Red
Reddish
Brown
Black
Two feet of cloth and the sound of a thousand feet 
Running away
Stumbling
Falling
Two feet of cloth and a hundred strikes on tender backs
Two feet of cloth and a thousand scars
Hear their voice
Be their voice
They need you
Two feet of cloth, 
and a million people saying her name. 
rest in peace, mahsa amini.
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koestanta · 1 year
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Monolog Senja
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Senja………
Sendu………
Pagi………
Mentari……
Jalan berkelok tanjakan mendaki
Embun sunyi disekeliling Djati
Derap langkah meniti langkah
Menyusuri kelok berumput penuh kisah
Rangkul tangan bertaut
Suara bersahut menyahut
Mentari hilang bersembunyi
Semilir angin meringankan beban menguatkan hati
Lelah kaki terasa mencoba merebut asa
Nestapa terobati oleh canda tawa
Oh Djiwaku….
Berkelanakah kau menggitari nusa?
Benarkah tujuanmu ada disana?
Puncak Rinjani lereng Merapi
Tak selalu memberi jawaban pasti
Oh Djiwaku…..
Seakan bersemayam dilangit kelabu
Tidakkah engkau merindui?
Adakah ia dibalik jinggamu?
Menghitung bintang tiada pernah usai
Merangkak di gunung tiada tergapai
Gemerlap lampu tampak disini
Kumpulan kisah tersembunyi disana
Menjabarkan rasa dari sini
Adakah ia menafsirkannya?
Menulis puisi benak berkelana
Isyarat-isyarat cinta menghujam raga
Menenggelamkan derita menguatkan asa
Mengurai kisah menggores tinta
Akukah ceritanya: atau akukah pemerannya?
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adhd-creativity · 2 years
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A poem about blackberry picking
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writtenbygen · 2 years
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Against all odds, I find that I now love the snow because it makes me think of you.
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litbowl · 2 years
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From the poem "Notes on Staying", in Hieu Minh Nguyen's book, Not Here.
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whateverwhimsy · 1 year
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Indefinitive
Pinpoint that moment
specific within this, with us
where the sparkle takes your eye
and your heart is blooming out,
when our cluster of desire
spins us in encapsulation, where
thoughts dizzy themselves away
and nothing but desire remains,
where does it begin and end
or where can we perceive the start?
Our truths in tune and 
in unison we move, 
bejewelled.
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trashpuppy31 · 4 months
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"It's God who owns the best in us."
But do you ever think about how just the mere question of being seen by other-worldly entity prompts such spirit in us? It prompts song, dance, hymn- It prompts notion, thought, rebellion Creation, annihilation, pensive pauses, war, famine, grime and muck
If the flourishes of heaven and the catastrophe of hell can all seep into this soil we sleep on, should we even imagine the place we'll land in after here? Or have our oldened bookcases finally slammed shut- plated in leather and gold leaf, accounts of petty wartime victories.
Isn't it bewildering how if god isn't real, then all this wasn't god, that was just us. The art wasn't god, that was just us. The calamity wasn't god, that was just us.
Doesn't that make you ponder: Did we, at some point, scare that other-worldly entity away? -- prompting him to abandon us in a cellar, with his other failed creations.
Or had he existed amongst us all along?
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her-and-poetry · 2 years
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Dead-end road of love
Being in-love with you is like traveling a road all by myself with no destination,
I’m just enjoying the solo journey of this feeling,
But at the end I know there is no end goal to this,
At the end I know it’s going nowhere,
And eventually I will have to change the direction
And go back home to myself, just all by myself…
-Roxanne
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ciawbellaaa · 4 months
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You get up, you go to work, but on the train, suddenly, you feel numb. It's everything you wished for, but why does it now feel not right?
Not just some spoiled girl, but God, I really wish my dad was here with me.
Sitting with a receipt stuck around my neck, what should I do?
Your mom banging on the door to tell you that you have to pay her bill, and you still hug her anyway.
Ah, grown-up, they said.
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justbeingme4177 · 7 months
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Let This Speak! I am a Work in Progress YouTube Channel @emilyoneil7936▶️⏬️
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eleanor-c · 1 year
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