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kmbgpoetry · 5 months ago
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| to be Blunt | KMBG |
4-12 September 2024
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wintrymoods · 4 months ago
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03.10.24, 00:12
You consume me
Once again i long for you
I want to be close to you
Be a part of your heart
A shard of your soul
Can you feel it too?
Can you feel that something’s missing?
I firmly believe that I’m just unlucky
In this life, I will never truly know you
But in another, you loved me too.
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s0ftplacetoland · 11 days ago
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Four months, and I still wake up searching for you, as though the world might bend and return you to me— but it never does.
It’s as if I’m wearing your absence like a coat I can’t take off— each sleeve too long, each collar too high, the fabric too thick with everything unsaid, every touch not given, but always remembered.
I should be cold by now, should have shrugged it off, but instead, I am the bloom that never closes— petals still open to the night, to the slow ache of longing I didn’t choose.
But here it is anyways, clinging to me like the last drop of honey on the edge of a spoon.
I’ve tried to fill the silence with noise— new people, new places, new thoughts— but you remain, not as a memory, but as a presence that wraps itself around my ribs and whispers that you are still here, still somewhere, just beyond the reach of my hands.
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oliwritespoems · 8 months ago
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I am the man of you're dreams
I write you love poems because if I don't I start to feel sick
Ick get this love bug out of my heart
I need to restart my train of thought
I thought you got lost in my snapchat memories
They pop up every year like clockwork to remind me that you are not dead
But we are dead the us that once had died been buried
The love we had for each other was so
Toxic
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etheric-echoes · 3 days ago
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We chisel tomorrow's name into monuments while standing on the crumbling edge of today. Such magnificent delusion— to trade the coin of certainty for the counterfeit promise of later. The calendar of fools hangs in every room, its pages marked with elaborate plans that dissolve like sugar in rain. We are masterful architects of castles we will never inhabit. Time does not honor reservations. It consumes equally the hesitation of cowards and the patience of saints. The future—that elegant thief— steals only from those who refuse to spend the present. How strange that we mortgage moments of breath for the currency of someday, when the only wealth we truly possess fits perfectly in the palm of this hour. The wise have learned to tear these pages, to burn the maps leading nowhere. They understand the brutal economy of existence: tomorrow trades only in the broken promises collected from yesterday's fools. -Etheric Echoes Art: Etheric Echoes #PoemsOfTumblr #TimeAndExistence #ModernPoetry #EthericEchoes #ExistentialThoughts #ArtisticSoul
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author-ml-mckenzie · 2 years ago
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They Are Real To Me
An original poem 
You say that they are not real You say that they are made up
But what you do not realize Is that they are more than that more than what you think they are
They are the friends that I never had The family that I made myself Souvenirs of a journey Memories of a time gone by 
My transports to another place My guides to another world My defenders of unknown threats My teammates in battle My most trusted advisors  My friends by my side 
They have helped me through my greatest struggles, Helped me through the worst of time, They have told me that I am not alone, When I felt the most alone that I had ever been
They are my closest confidants My found family My loyalist allies  My desirable enemies  And my secret keepers 
They have me guidance,  When I had no sense of direction They told me where to go  When I felt lost,  And were a friend to me When I needed a friend the most 
They are more than what you think,  They are not only a figment of imagination They are not made up, They are real to me. They are so much more than what you think And they are so much more than what you could imagine. 
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bobbycain8 · 3 years ago
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i’ve left the chokehold you had on me,
and just continued to be,
the best i could be.
with no restraints,
or pulling me away,
the farther and farther i stray,
away from you.
your thoughts your memories,
seem to fade,
in a lonely, subtle hint of grey.
effortless and passionless,
full of possibility and endlessly— me.
forever and ever,
until dusk brushes on the canvas,
while i sit and reminisce on our on last kiss.
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kmbgpoetry · 4 months ago
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☆☆ in 1996, Bridget Jones lamented about the seduction of the informality of messaging mediums. clearly, we haven’t learnt much since ☆☆
| I Can’t Be Trusted to Text Appropriately | KMBG |
Are your words real 
if your tongue never forms them? Does it count 
if the air doesn’t vibrate with the thrill of it all? 
Of us. Of the game we’ve made of deceit.
Tell me there’s such a thing as platonic arousal.
Placate me. Sorry, what I meant was fuck you. 
I think you feel similarly about me, wishfully. 
I don’t think we know how to be. We’ve always lived 
and died on messy boundaries and still, every now
and then we splash paint around, leaving handprints in lieu 
of responsible lines. If God's a foreman, 
he's running out of tolerance for our claims of ignorance. 
Each time, our skin stains faster. We know better now, and less 
of each other. Are they my words now? 
Sure, it’ll only be a few years before 
one of us digs our fingernails in and begins 
to chip away at new cracks in that same ridiculous paint. Again. 
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osodaisy · 8 months ago
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Got the proof! Verboso coming soon! . . #poem #poetry #poetrybook #poetrybooks #poetrycollection #poetrycommunity #book #collection
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wintrymoods · 6 months ago
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I tire
Of life and love and longing
I tire of myself.
What can I do to wake up?
What can I do to reach my well of words again?
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eat-my-w0rds · 3 years ago
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Take you with me
I'd take you with me,
Anywhere I go. 
To bad you don't want to be 
With me 
Friends say I look sad but they don't know. 
Buried inside, I wannna cry. 
I'm wasting my time...I know. 
But I'd take you with me,
Anywhere I'd go.
MnP
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intunewithpow · 3 years ago
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Selfie
Right on the spot, filter or not
Being myself is enough (yup) or do I need to cover that up?
Want to be like the stars with all their expensive cars
Showing off my prizes with no compromises 
Let’s stop and pose
Showing off our outfit we chose
OOTD (Outfit Of The Day) or WCW (Woman Crush Wednesday)
I rather stay in bed and say, “I woke up this way”
Photoshop on your laptop, girl you need to stop
You’re beautiful just the way you are, you don’t have to go that far
Comparisons are undeniable, feel the need to be desirable
Make-up or au naturel, I choose the lateral 
Depends on the likes and the views
It’s your call, you choose
Rather see you face-to-face
Name the time and place
I like you for who you are, all your beautiful scars
Taking selfies in your car or with your friends at the bar
My favourite choice of style:
The prettiest curve on your body; your smile
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feelingswritteninapinkpen · 4 years ago
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Astrology, Ice Cream Cones, and Broken Hearts
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It's one in the morning and my stomach suddenly felt hungry. I grabbed the yellow hoodie I bought in a thrift store two corners away from our home. I put my slippers on and tiptoed my way out of my house.
As I head my way to nearest convenience store, I realized how magical it is to walk late at night. The moon is shining brilliantly, boasting its lunar beauty all over the evening sky. The stars are playfully twinkling in the cosmic blanket light years away from where I am at. It feels like I am in a galactic flipbook. I realized how tiny creature I am in this vast, mysterious universe - waiting to be noticed, waiting to be loved.
Few more steps and I figured out that my tummy isn't hungry - it was my heart. It was my heart who longed for this simple life where I care less but appreciate more.
The stars said our overall compatibility is high - that Virgos are for Pisces. I believed them as they seem like they are trying to come together to create a path that will lead us to our happy ending, but I was wrong. Instead, they exploded and created a massive blackhole that engulfed all the ideals of love I have for you.
I should have reminded myself that stars are beautiful only from afar. In a closer look, they are just rocks wandering in the outer space like lost toys children never found.
I continued my late night walk and just enjoyed the colossal scene. As soon as I reached the 24/7 store, I immediately went to the ice cream machine and filled my cone with the sugary delight.
If stars cannot fix my broken heart, maybe this ice cream can.
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foreverbitingx · 4 years ago
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Furniture
I killed a tree, it lives with me
the dark tinted window panes,
what do you do?
Losing the edges but still holding through
the squeaky rough wood,
what did you gain?
Crumbled expressions, Stubbed toes and immense pain
the old rustling wood,
what you got to say?
Speaking of secrets discussed behind my foray
the old cracked wood,
did the hardships pay?
do the wrinkles line up like the enemies you've made
the old banal wood ,
what do you teach?
to not lose lusture even when you preach
the mighty strong wood,
how are you living?
hanging on through clamps and lifeless fittings?
talking to you maybe typical of me,
I killed a tree, it lives with me.
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idletongues · 4 years ago
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I met a grrl on the internet
Yeah, I know what the fuck I just said
For some reason, I cant get her outta my head
Fiending for her like a cigarette
She's got my world turned upside down
And I haven't met her yet
Been too depressed
hit reject and disconnect
I must confess, in retrospect
I've done this before without success
Battery low, 10 percent
Looking cute on the Gram
To me she's a perfect 10
Karma Camille-lion
Hope to speak to you again
You came into my life
At such a strange time
When we meet face to face
I hope our eyes lock on sight
I hope the moon is full and bright
And we stay up talking all night
Maybe we can watch the sun rise
Or get lost in your eyes
However the universe decides
I hope it crosses our paths
FYI, you're in for a surprise
Will you be my valentine in the month of July
Did I tell you how excited I was when you finally replied?
Hypnotized, so mesmerized
Can we chill at your house?
Will you invite me inside?
I promise to be a perfect gentleman
I promise to be polite
Grrl, you got me feeling butterflies
For the first time, in a long time
I can't wait to look into your eyes
Placing my hand on your thigh
We can keep it on the down low
Heavy breathing, would you mind taking it slow?
Don't mean to be too crass
Grrl, im just letting ya know
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