#a short poem(?) about my life
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gracebriarwoodwrites · 13 days ago
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I write fragile on a dozen boxes salvaged from recycling I forgot to take out before I knew I was moving and my hand shakes even more each time. The lines bleed off the box corners and into me. I'm fragile, you see.
#poem#poetry#spilled ink#spilled thoughts#long story short i have made choices in my life such that my only option when i hit this present juncture#was to move home and i am not handling the lack of choice well#in my first year living here especially i bought beautiful fragile things because i love beautiful fragile things and because i thought#i was on the path that my next move would be my last one. i was going to buy a home and that would be it and i'd only need to pack up#my whole life once more and so i could justify the vintage vases and such. but the past couple of years have been brutal on me#and i've made choices that i stand by and choices that i don't and now i'm moving home and it's less than ideal but i'll make it work#perhaps this is short story long#anyway. before i first moved in my roommate texted me from home depot because she and her boyfriend were at home depot#and i was at work at the time. and she wanted to know what color i wanted my room because they were gonna paint my room that day#and i didn't have time to make a decision and she's an artist with a great eye so i sent her my pinterest decor board and said maybe a gree#like this kind of green? and she got this gorgeous green reminiscent of a paris green that looks amazing with all my art on the walls#but i just had to take the art down. i'm in the middle of the task actually. and now it's just this big green expanse#and i'm not feeling so good about leaving this place#but the way i felt so safe and so loved when i got that text and when i got here and saw that the room was painted bc they wanted me to sta#the past few years have been not so good in a lot of ways like i said but this place was an island of peace for me when things were rough#anyway. fragile. thanks for listening
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decisions-at-3am · 6 months ago
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I will never get used to How gently you treat me. As if I were fragile as glass, My existence lacking solidity.
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thebunnednun · 24 days ago
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When you love somebody, you don’t get to pick their flaws. 
You have to embrace the whole of them—the good and the bad.
Everybody has flaws. The love you feel for that person's light has to be strong enough to withstand their darkness, because everyone has a shadow. Loving someone means accepting that their darker aspects might touch you too, and while those flaws don’t necessarily define who they are, they don’t stop existing either. 
Love isn’t about perfection; it’s about understanding and navigating the hard stuff together.
It’s about loving despite the bad because good will overcome it. 
-Angellica
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inabigworld · 8 months ago
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i don’t desire mediocre love. i want a love that is so deep, i want someone to drown in me.
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poetrybynoone · 5 months ago
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leavemeslowly · 2 months ago
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I dreamed a dream. It was a dream within a dream within a dream. It was a dream about being somewhere else, having skin different from the one I was brought in to this earth.
The dream went further. I had became someone else and then I forgot that person forever. The dream continued. I actually got to leave. I left and everyday tried to wake up from that dream I was living and others would kill to actually live through. The dream went on. I ended up in the same place where it started but I can’t wake up.
It’s a dream that I am living and I don’t know how to make it real again.
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imfullofworms · 3 months ago
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Leafless
I grit
my crooked teeth
watching from two
green windows
at forever-winter
leafless
gutter-thing
rat feast
I have fallen
once more
by me
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herheartdisplayed · 4 months ago
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I was always nothing
Too fat, too flat
Makeup not well-kept
An insecure mess with a smile
But to them I seemed steady
I only shake from the inside
So they continued to tell me how they felt
Now I track what I eat
I spend more time getting ready
But still I’m occasionally rocked
An insecure mess with a smile
They tell me I’m pretty
But in the end at what cost?
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kurtvonney19 · 1 year ago
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toothpaste
i sometimes brush my teeth so hard there’s blood when i spit
i still think there’s a “right way” to do things in life
but i still end up drawing blood
red mixed with cloudy white
an imperfection in cleanliness
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alchemizingdreams · 5 months ago
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hills filled with fog as
leaves, autumnually crisped,
drift lazily; cutting their way
through and
landing in morning dew
C.A.
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coffeexxcigarettes · 7 months ago
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Nostalgia & Rainbow Rocks
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You can revisit the same paths
Yet the stones don't look the same;
The birds don't sing the same.
There is a storm looming overhead,
Where sunshine once was-
And as the sky opens up and kisses your skin with a few cool drops,
You carry the reminder that though you have walked these stone steps,
Time is not a merciful suitor.
And she lingered here after you.
What a bittersweet taste of fleeting light,
The hope on the horizon before it fell to earth.
I wonder, oftentimes,
If our laughter can be heard somewhere else in the universe.
As for now,
I hear the sprinkling of rain-
And other memories being made.
Somewhere, far off in the distance..
x
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star-critter · 4 months ago
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Even the most tame of dogs are
threatened
manipulated
tortured
abused
neglected
and whether they like it or not....
Those "tame dogs" WILL go back to their wild roots
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decisions-at-3am · 11 months ago
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We met waiting for the train. And when it went astray, You asked if I'd seen it pass. I said I thought it was delayed.
Apparently that's all it took, To strike up a conversation. The world seems less lonely. What luck, I was at the station.
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wavebiders · 1 year ago
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Thinking about how most of the time when you have the option to stay quiet during a companion quest you get approval for letting them handle it and sometimes even get disaproval for talking over them
And then with Shadowheart's quest speaking up with Viconia not only gives a +5(while *keep silent* gives nothing) but also if you don't do that she will look genuinely scared when Viconia asks you to hand her over
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asphodelpoetry · 7 months ago
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i will make you villainous;
the same way i will make you a saint
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poetrybynoone · 4 months ago
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