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[shelbyatwar]

She is not mine, yet my biggest fear is losing her.

-yash

[kmbgpoetry]

| to be Blunt | KMBG |

4-12 September 2024

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[vellichnora]

notes app poems are so...intimate? like there's no pressure to be good, no seeking validation. just little wisps of my emotions and observations among grocery lists. poems that are just for me. i love it

[mn-harper]

I didn't mean to, but

I smoked that night and saw you under the stars. I held your hand each time I took a hit, your fingers taking the place of cold plastic and glass. The smoke I greedily inhaled hit me square in the chest the way that first smile did, and I choked just as I did on those first few words, when doors opened to a November night and voices reached across space so small yet substantial.  -harper

[aquestiontotheworld]

30/05/2023

The living room is tidy now, but in my mind,

I see the beanbag,

or at least, where it's meant to be,

trapped in a prison of easter covering hogmanay covering christmas covering halloween

layers of hazy memories feel like bandages wrapped just too tight around my body

I can't let shit go, I can't escape the constant weight of a life

lived running away but holding tight to anything that I can grip

but then everything I have spills out in an unstoppable deluge, a racing tide

and even though its tidy, there's still so. much. mess.

Dust and rubbish and boxes and bags and cupboards full of things we don't know what to do with, flooding our home like my mind is flooded with thoughts and feelings and memories and ideas and conversations and on and on until I can't do anything but boil over

Cast words from my mouth with the urgency of death at my heels, blurt out feelings that sour conversations

Jump from thought to thought with no thought for coherence

But my mind, like my home, will never be sorted

(I wish things were easier)

[thatpoetrybloke]

Summer breeze

I’m sitting on the balcony

It’s early evening

A Thursday that could be a Friday

I’m trying a new chilled Rosé

An incense stick burning

In the perfect breeze

My Italian playlist softly playing in the background

Potentially entertaining my neighbours no doubt

And right here right now I’m good

Life simple pleasures that mother universe has bestowed on us all tonight

Take a beat Daniel, breathe softly like the breeze that caresses your skin

@thatpoetrybloke

27.6.24

[thescribbleink]

In Love W Beige 🤎🤎

[agirlinachevy]

it all goes on - april 10th 2022 at 23:37

the traffic lights change even if no one’s waiting for them there’s music on the radio even if no one’s tuning in it all goes on life goes on

-a girl in a chevy- april showers

[proseinthegarden]

"he was light, he was love" - a poem by proseinthegarden

[shreayy]

It drives me crazy just how happy you make me did you know how incapable I was of creating anything happy? Before you came along, before you exploded my world with colors I never knew existed? Of course you didn't, and you never will, because I will never be brave enough to show you. As I think of this, I remember my self proclaimation of how I would never write of happiness As I glance across these scraps of words clobbered together somehow still painting what I want to exhibit I think, maybe, someday you will see what you create in other people Maybe someday I will let you see the impact you have made on me And maybe that someday will be years down the line when we barely talk anymore because maybe, I don't mean nearly as much to you As you mean to me.

[shelbyatwar]

-yash

[kmbgpoetry]

☆☆ 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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[afreenisnotapoet]

What did you do to the girl?

When do they let you grow up?

How many unblown candles turning

to wax does it take?

When do they stop telling

you to change the way you are?

or hiding your the clothes

they hate to see you wear?

when does it stop

the glares of a father

every time you step

out of the house?

when do the whispers stop?

when do the sirens stop blaring?

when does a mother

stop trying

to turn her

daughter into herself?

how many girlhoods

does it cost?

How many wasted barbie dolls

and how many

wasted make up kits

does it take for a mother

to realise that her

daughter hates her?

when do they laughing at you for

loving something they don’t?

when do they stop killing

the girl who loves pink?

how many teenage

dreams need to shatter

for a girl to finally be good enough?

how many girls need to die

to make a good daughter?

when does it stop,

the house not feeling like a home?

when does it end

the urge to run away from it all?

when does it stop

trying to be the daughter who will

never be good enough

the sister too small to fill up

the hand me down shoes?

when does she stop feeling

like she’s standing naked

in front of

a crowd that hates her every

time she wants to speak what’s

on her mind?

when will the world stop

putting her on a pedestal

to make the world out of her reach?

when will the silence end?

when will she grow up?

why won’t you let her grow up?

why won’t you stop holding her back

because you refuse to let go of what was?

where is the girl gone?

what did you do of the woman she was supposed to be?

where has she gone?

what did you do to her?

will she ever come back?

where is her grave?

is that what you wanted?

[mn-harper]

you look at me like I hung the moon,

"I love you," The words hung between us; they took my breath away, and made me feel sick. I pretended not to hear you. I didn't know what to say, but I knew I couldn't say it back; I'm a coward. -harper

[makiarose]

Neptune ♡

I apologize for making these so sad lmao, I recently cut off my situationship, not because I wanted to. I just had to, it was never going to go anywhere and he was just using me as some kind of option that he'll never choose or a placeholder in his life and I got fed up and decided to choose myself. this explains why, i just thought i'd use this as an outlet to cope and put my emotions somewhere. hope you enjoy. <3

I am an afterthought. I am in the back of your mind or not in it at all, im not the person you think of when something makes you happy, or the person you run to when something makes you sad. im not on a pedestal, im not a priority. i dont even think i am a person to you, but i still loved you, i still longed for you and i definitely thought of you when something made me happy and i definitely wanted to run to you when something made me sad. but you don't notice me, you see me, but you dont notice me. you touch me but you dont hold me. you kiss me, but you dont kiss me and i settle for it, because its you. but, eventually i realized that theres more to life than the person who could not love you right, or even love you at all. i mean it sucks thinking that someone means a lot to you but they dont even really think of you. at night, in the morning, when they are busy, when they are bored, i get it. in the moment it feels like your world is ending and you wonder why they just dont want you back, but its not about you. the world is not out to get you, you are not cursed, you are not incapable of feeling anything other than sadness, loneliness adn emptiness. they just aren't yours, and you are not theirs. and when you think about it, i mean really think about it, is that really such a bad thing? why would you ever want someone who doesnt want you in the same way that you want them?

~ makia rose <3

[thatpoetrybloke]

Approach

Through the shadow of the wind

I see you

Drifting slowly through the darkness

gently caressing every surface

Steadfast as you move

with no final destination

I’m in awe of your determination

You approach

A slight touch of coldness

runs through my body

And as brief or as long as it is

you have touched me

Always and forever

28.9.23 @thatpoetrybloke