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oceanmaniac · 2 years ago
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*walks in and throws whatever this is to y'all* I felt a little "deep" today, I guess?
I want to disappear...
Say goodbye,
I am but a lost soul.
I am not a perfect person,
I shed a tear for darkness.
I am but a broken dream,
I want to disappear...
But I am still here.
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derekdarkside · 3 months ago
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Consciously, one. Constantly, numb.
Written by Derek Abraxas
Consciously doubting my right to a psalm.
these dark premonitions I write, never wrong.
I lie awake tortured, by the night, by the calm. 
A lamenting perception of my life, ever gone.
One with two souls, quantum minds, the unbound.
Separate night from day, not the sight from the sound. 
Masquerade like a slave that's made way from a hound. 
The world prays to be saved, I refuse to be found.
Constantly doubting. My ‘right’ path was wrong. 
I sing what's unsaid, there's no meaning to this song.
There's a dim light left blinking in the night, never long.
In the sands of time sinking, from the light, ever gone. 
Numb from substance, dust of angels floats down.
Separate land from state, but not the dirt from the mound. 
The dead either gnash teeth, or they soar from the ground.
The world prays to be saved, I just scream without sound.
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writerishh · 1 year ago
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SURREAL LOVE
Is this love? Or something like fever?I don’t really understand !I feel like I’m a literal garden,Whose stomach has butterflies,Not glands. The way he stares at me, with those soulful,  sparkly eyes,My heart starts pounding like crazy and melts like an ice. He’s just perfect, a charming prince with a dimple,His curly hair, his dazzling smile and his nature is so simple. Just like a dream, just…
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hafsadaneme · 3 years ago
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i never realised how lonely my hand was until i saw yours, i heard mine wailing, begging me to take it to yours, to let it finally be complete. 
hafsa daneme - my hand has fallen in love 
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nickadiguburke · 3 years ago
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I am not a writer, but an exorcist, Using the blood of my slaughtered demons For the ink of my scribbled words. ~ Nick Adigu Burke ~ Image Credit: Roxx3162 ( Pixabay) #poemaboutdemons #heavenlypoem #spiritualpoetry #spiritualpoem #spuritualism #spirituality #poetry #poetrylover #poetrycommunity #freeversepoetry #writer #deeppoetry #beautifulpoetry #afterlife #williamblake #swedenborg #mypoetry #mypoem #stoicism #stoicpoet #stoicpoetry #depression #dealingwithdepression #mypoetry #darkpoetry #darkpoem #micropoetry #newpoem https://www.instagram.com/p/CbcVhEJsDas/?utm_medium=tumblr
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kirthanasastry · 3 years ago
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tragic endings
in this world of chaos
not all endings are tragic
~sunset
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cryinggmysoulout · 4 years ago
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I dream about feelings that I never had.-A.J
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janedoeanonymouss · 4 years ago
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evajasperpoetry · 4 years ago
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First post on here 🌙 this is from my poem ‘Words and Matter’.
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lovelyhamstring · 5 years ago
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poetry by: Pete Pettry
being
being born in the wrong time period is different from being born on the wrong plain of existence
an existence where nothing matters
an existence where nothing matters is an existence that truly doesn’t exist
so maybe that’s what i mean
a plain where there’s nothing is the only true peace a soul could have
is it the soul or the mind at bay when i lay awake at night wondering why im here
i don’t want to be no where
not exist in non existence
i just want to exist in a place that i have total self
no one here has total self
no one here is free
to find total self is to not care if that self exists or not
you listen to everyone to find your self
your self isn’t even comprehendible
your true self is dying to get out
quite literally to find that truth is to die in this self
we’re all scared
letting go of this self
letting go of being scared
you aren’t the cloth you wear
you aren’t the fake selves you surround yourself with
find it
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channy85-blog1 · 5 years ago
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Attention
Rejection cuts like a knife
loneliness hurts like a migraine.
Being alone is depressing
Being depressed is exhausting
Feeling worthless
Yearning for affection , needing love
Wanting to be wanted so bad that any attention is good attention
Wanting to be wanted consistently that bad decisions become good decisions
Good decision become actions
Actions turn into regret
Regret turns into pain
Pain turns into numbness
Being numb can make you feel nothing
And feeling nothing can become dangerous for your affection
Please pay attention
By Chantell
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manny-c · 5 years ago
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"Into the wild", art by @pachu_m_torres_art #mannyc #poetry #darkpoetry #deeppoetry #deepthoughts #pleasureandpain #fear #comfortzone #wildwomen #darkness #strangegirls #vibes #wildnights #eroticpoetry #poetryofig #poetryaddict #wordsmith #wordgasm #masterofwords #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #poetrycommunity #writercommunity https://www.instagram.com/p/B5oFxGuHPh-/?igshid=1syce3k15wmi5
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writerishh · 1 year ago
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Innocent Love
Felt euphoria, I feel like I’m flying in the stratosphere, Pleasant voices I hear, drowning in love, that’s rare. It’s so exciting, refreshing and astonishing, It’s so beautiful, serene and mesmerizing, I look like an angel to the person I love, I take good care and send letters through dove. We are just perfect, power couple I say,He blooms this flower and becomes my sunshine everyday. I’m so…
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theartofselfhelp · 5 years ago
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In the dark A shadow fell Hauntingly impossible A blood trail His blood trail It dripped from the wall And down the curtains Not red blood For his veins were black Eeched with sorrow With hate and greed His footsteps made no sound A ghost trapped in a house of his mind For your thoughts become your reality Are they a prison, u their captor?
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hafsadaneme · 3 years ago
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sanity’s gone, i scribble in my notebook, hours and days go by, i am unaware. what is time? i see only the notebooks run out of pages behind me.
h.daneme
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nickadiguburke · 3 years ago
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I woke last night, from dreaming and wrote this piece of poetic prose. This is raw, and pretty much unedited, written how it came into my mind, so please forgive any mistakes. I know you will, you're a very kind bunch 🙏🏻😂 Please, feel free to tag anyone who may like this craziness. Much love ✨💜✨ #poetry #dreampoem #poemaboutdreams #thedreamers #dreamingmind #psychologicalpoetry #deeppoetry #poetryconmunity #dreams #mypoetry #poeticdreams #poeticprose #poeticlines #thepoetic (at Holmfirth) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSu7DfeK3Lq/?utm_medium=tumblr
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