#Quick Poem
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vulgar-mary-p-ppins · 3 months ago
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A deer died
Under an overpass where an on ramp and an exit ramp meet.
Trapped, unable to get away from traffic,
She died.
And summer has passed.
And now she is just bones and a skin.
And she still lies there,
Protected from scavengers by an overpass that kept her from getting away.
Her pretty joints, white in the glaring Midwestern sun,
Still with stringy ligaments
And too many angles under the dried, shrunken skin.
But she needs to wait for a little more time to pass,
Before I can take her home.
Just wait patiently, Sweetheart.
I’m coming to get you out.
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m-ilys-grave · 5 months ago
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Wild Imagination/M.ily
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Imagine finding someone who loves your laugh & wants to stop your tears.
Imagine meeting the one who stands by your side as you face your fears.
Imagine it all works out for once.
Imagine seeing the light in their eyes
even in the most cloudy of skies.
And hearing their heart beat a familiar song
while you sleep in each others arms all night long.
Imagine finding someone who notices the scars on your heart
but still sees your love as a work of art.
Imagine knowing someone inside & out
& trusting they love you without a doubt.
I'm just sitting here waiting with anticipation
Because after all, I have a pretty wild imagination.
-M.ily (6.28.2024 1:43am)
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deerdollhouse · 5 months ago
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I go to the kitchen to eat,
And the cat follows me
I go to my room to rest,
And the cat follows me
I go the living room to hang,
And the cat follows me
I got to the window to gaze,
And the cat the follows me
I got the bathroom to bathe,
And the cat follows me
I know I am loved,
Because love follows you,
And I have a cat,
Who loves me
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rrking · 1 month ago
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If I had the chance to become perfect at the cost of everything
I think I would say yes
Perhaps then I wouldn't be such a burden
In my head of heads
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deertaz · 2 months ago
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Weird Kid.
10 minute poem challenge :)
Sitting alone on a bench as the others played,
Staring off into the distance, imagining my life through the eyes of another,
Float off to infinity, endless possibilities- people living in my mind,
How could one be so alone while surrounded by friends?
Home is the world that exists in my memory.
Are you a girl or a boy?
I was asked, apparently I looked like neither.
Perhaps I was a blob floating through my daydreams, formless, trying to live in clothing that never fit.
I was a girl, I am a girl, I was and will always be a girl,
Just not a girl in the way you are,
Do not look upon me and see, only knowing the eyes of you.
Scabs, bugs and dirty dancing. Muck, mermaids and dew.
I share your life in mine, but we live not the same.
[It's not great but I tried, have a good day/night]
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bungletheglasscat · 3 months ago
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The only time I hear that song anymore
Is when it is carried on a breeze
Through my open window
As I lie in bed
Longing, a little,
For what I left
But warm with the knowledge
That my friends are still out there,
Dancing on into the night.
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mindrottinglystupid · 8 months ago
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When the Sky Fell
The Sky turned white when you died,
The Stars fell just as my tears,
The Night wept with all of us, too,
Throwing blankets of darkness over the full moon,
Though I will never forget,
The Stars never shown as bright as when you smiled,
The Sky was always so clear,
The Night was never as dark,
When you were near,
I never understood the effect you had
On all you created, my dearest
They loved you so,
It hurt to see you fall.
To just disappear.
But I will never forget what effect you had,
When you were near.
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meanya · 6 months ago
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I don't want to draw, but I have to draw... If I don't draw, I suffer withdrawals.
I love the process, but I hate the end products. Art is my passion.
Drawing is euphoric. It makes me want to rip my teeth out. I love it. It's so fun to share with friends.
It's so terrifying to share what I make. I hate it. Drawing is torture. It's the only constant that makes me happy.
Art is my undoing. I want the end products, but I hate the process.
If I don't draw, I suffer withdrawals... I don't have to draw, but I want to.
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enbypandwhich · 7 months ago
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It’s always why are you late to school
Why do you have an attitude
Why do you act out
But what am I supposed to say
The truth?
Sorry sir i over slept because of last nights overdose
I’m sorry dad my friend killed herself
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
How many times do I need to say it until you understand
I’m not okay
I’ve been mistreated since birth
Thrown in the trash
Yeah you cared
But it was only at face value
Now it’s always wow you’ve changed so much
How did you do it
You stopped the act
But it was never an act
I didn’t change
I just tried something new
Don’t worry im not your picture perfect problem child that everyone always talks about the ones who turned their life around
Instead
I started drinking
Yes the attempts stopped
But because I learned they won’t work
Yes I stopped the cutting
But because I wanted to look normal
I didn’t change but what I started caring about did
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lorienfae · 2 years ago
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Unravelled melodies of midnight in a sky moonlit clear, I surmise a filtering atmosphere that lingers quietly; nay to the rush of orbit, we sway, milky way glistening overhead.
© Anna S. 2022
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goodbye-alchemy · 1 year ago
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when i’m gone in the morning
you’ll feel my fingers
run through your hair
as the dawn breeze
it is a reminder
that I always loved
tucking it gently
behind your ear
just like that
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crazypossumman · 1 year ago
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optimist {a poem by r. h. stoker}
i once met a man
who held up the moon,
and i asked him what
he was punished for.
‘that looks heavy,’
i said, and he replied
‘this is nothing. i once
had the world on my shoulders.’
that shining orb gleamed,
and i could hardly look.
‘from here,’ he said, ‘i am so
much closer to the stars.’
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readrenard · 1 year ago
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Listen dear, listen mine, You must always believe in me with all your little beating heart with all these little fingers and toes Your poor old mother is a legendary fairy who has given up throne & everything who has traded robes for rags to become Cinderella for you If your belief in me falters, if you dare forget the secret sacred rules of the kingdom I once ruled & sacrificed, I'll spirit away and refuse to exist in this world of your creation (June 23rd, 2023 in my phone's notes)
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isingthewind · 1 year ago
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i was here
There's something comforting in a patch of dewy window, wiped over with impatient fingers.
Eager to see: is that you coming up the lane? I've left a candle in the window, just in case.
There's something so tender in that smudged condensation. The ghostly image of a feeling, undeniable evidence that I was here, in this moment, moving aside the mist to look for you.
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thesoapgirl · 1 year ago
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I think my safe place is damp earth and the smell of the sun
I think it is not having anything to do but look up at swaying branches and leaves
I think it sounds like birds chirping or bugs flying
I think it is only worrying about what my next breath will feel like
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livingof-love · 2 years ago
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Tears.
The kind that come suddenly, when the rain stops sprinkling the ground.
The kind that flood your eyes as you say goodbye again, but not for the last time.
Overwhelming flow. A release of pain on the arms of the one you love.
Tears.
Heavy on my cheeks as I embrace you, arms wrapped so tight you could pop.
Salty on my lips as I mutter "I love you so much too" with the emotional might I have left.
Please make it home safe, so you can come safely back to me soon.
Tears overwhelm me as your presence leaves the room.
You will be back, just never soon enough.
The tears in your eyes make looking into them with mine so tough.
I know you hate to see my pain and not be there to dull it down.
Tears.
Because my heart of gold hates distance, no matter the circumstance.
Ready to be with you full time, spending every night falling asleep feeling your gentle, admiration glance.
Please come back safe. I need your soul more than I can explain.
Tears.
Because loving you is the easiest on my soul, and the idea of losing you brings me so much pain.
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