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You know how they say it.
And play the rhythm on it.
From the coast to coast.
To the most common place
Where laces dance
On the floor behind the door.
The more i listen.
The more i see.
The vast sea
I tend to go and listen to the stream.
Behind a curtian.
On a gentle breeze and some light beams
For i am certain that sun and shine
Rain and cloud.
Are bound to merge from time to time
Even snow melts down
And plants sprout.
And some dry down.
When it falls in fall
The colours down below.
And yet again it will snow.
And yet again the winds will blow
And so it will shine and be dry in summer fries
And rain will make a bow and bow beneath the rainbows.
By Marko Tivanovac.
#poeticstories#writers creed#poetry riot#lit#smittenbypoetry#writers community#poetry portal#poetryporn#writing#poem#writeblr#poems on tumblr#poetry#write#writers and poets#poet#spilled ink#writer#poetry but not really#silly#recognizingthevoiceless
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Wish I could call you mine
But you were never mine to have
That was a chance I lost long ago
No, it was a chance I never had.
We don't talk much, we never did.
But i struggle to find excuses for the way you sometimes look at me.
In a crowd I never fail to catch the way you glance at me.
Maybe it's because my actions catch you off guard too,
But I can't help care about you -too-
No maybe it's me who's hopeful, me who's picking up things that aren't there and never have been.
Because you are already spoken for
And you two are complete together
Even that I can't argue,
So these words might be about you, but never are they meant for your ears to hear.
#writeblr#poets on tumblr#poetry#unrequited love#unrequited feelings#unrequited crush#love poetry#poetry inspiration#writing inspiration#poetry burbs#poetry but not really#i have never written poetry before#this is very loosely based on someone in my life irl#but like i dont really like like him#idk feelings are weird#writers on tumblr#drabble#writers#what other tags do i put#❝voctoriblurbs ❞
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The same way you can’t force people to enter your life, you can’t force them to stay.
Let them go; let yourself heal. You’ll be okay, always have been, and always will be.
#poetry ??#not a writer#bear with me#i need therapy#its so bad#no fr tho#send help#do you get what i mean#poetry but not really#idk man#idk what this is#slay tho#no cap#idk what else to tag#not that anyone cares#i need new friends#looking for mutuals#sorry for spamming#poetry#poem i guess#sorry for being depressing#be nice#constructive critism welcome
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How do you cry your heart out while being silent? Practice.
#my quotes#vent post#personal post#my poetry#trauma = art so at least theres one good thing to my shit days#poetry but not really
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I read poems
They make me think of everyone
I have ever known
I talk to my friends
And yearn for an eternity with them
I dream of soft mornings
With those I call family
Eating breakfast at a too small table
Our shoulders bump
Laughter fills the air
Silverware clinks
It'll feel like an eternity
At that small table
I am loved
They are loved
But the time will pass
I wish I could spend forever at that table
In a world
A future that has yet to come
In my current day
I think of my friends
Of sitting at that small table with them
They are so loved
But the future is a secret
And perhaps the secret it holds
Is them never being at that small table
Where I am also loved
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Teen Mom 🍼 (my dark aesthetic poetry reading)
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#dark photography#dark poetry#dark poem#poetry#poetry maybe#poetry fragments#poetry for her#poetry for the soul#poetry reading#poetry reblog#poetry blog#poetry by me#poetry by women#poetry but not really#alternative#teen model#teen mom#Youtube
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"Sunsets and sunrises always leave me in awe. Their beauty, unfolding in a brief moment, mirrors the fleeting nature of life and love. Like a glimpse of perfection, they captivate and then vanish, leaving us longing for just one more moment of splendor."
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Sometimes I still miss you
Sometimes I still miss you
But not the way you think
I don't miss you like a little kid waiting for his dad to come home
I miss you like the moon misses the Sun
I miss you because I know that the only time will cross paths again is during an eclipse
And even then we won't speak just a short nod of the head and that's it
I know I'm better off without being burnt
And I know you're better off without being shadowed in
Sometimes just like the moon misses the sun I miss your warmth
My memories of you are almost like fever dreams
Because I know I'll never have them again
And I know we weren't good for each other in the end
But God I just wish we could have been
So yes sometimes I still miss you and by sometimes I mean everyday
But everyday missing you becomes easier
And sometimes the only thing I want is to be held in your arms again
And sometimes the only thing I want is to be able to call you and tell you how my day has been
But you don't want to hear it
And in the end I don't blame you
In the end I know that the Moon if it's out long enough will hurt everything
And I wouldn't want to hamper your brightness
I wouldn't want to be the reason that you were no longer you
But God it hurts to grieve a person that's still alive
Maybe it's the religious guilt
Like a kid who grew up Catholic I wish and pray to God every night that you'll come back
I started wearing rosaries just for good luck
But every night the results still the same
You won't come back and I know that.
But sometimes I still miss you
#poetry by me#poetry but not really#poems on tumblr#vent poetry#moon#sun#religious guilt#losing a friend#God I wish you were still here#sorrows sorrows prayers
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My fears growing, emotions barely showing.
I'll dissappear, so i can end this whole thing.
#original poem#poem#poetry#poetry blog#literature#poems#literatura#poem by me#poem blog#poetry but not really
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That urge to have someone break down your writing and maybe just MAYBE see the person who wrote those words within them. Somewhere, lost... Clinging to the words they gave meaning to. All the same maybe it is better to remain unknown. Not let my being damage the gift of meaning a reader can pull from my art more freely without ever really knowing me. It's a balancing act I think. To want so badly to be seen but the hatred of being misunderstood... Or understood perfectly and hated for the very essence of what makes someone who they are. Though that is still attention of some form and many thrive on it, many more crave it without even knowing what IT is. A void. An emptiness that nothing can really fill and we all carry with us in one form or another.
#writing#just thoughts#getting things out of my head#void#venting maybe#not really a vent more of just words#this is the sort of thing that was written in the way a poem is but isn't a poem#artistic writing maybe?#poetry but not a poem#poetry but not really
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Words, the pursim of those.
An extension of scent of a soul.
Perhaps candle lit.
A cinnamon smell
There is never enough of those.
An extraction of the bold.
Perhaps a feeling, perhaps reason.
With a treason of wisdom.
Too much flavor.
Maybe each has their own accompanied.
Perhaps of camomile, perhaps of coffee.
And the dance of aroma.
And freshly ground coffee.
A mixture of smells.
In which some people dwell.
While i pour the coffee before bedtime.
I look at the bottom of my cup.
Next to coffee there's a tea.
A candle lit next to the honey jar.
And while i look at the bottom i see
A set of calm and blurry.
With a grasp of hurry.
With each flavor that buds craved for.
A break from bright and gloomy.
And suddenly cups are empty
And I get back to the everyday hassle and hurry.
But a soothed throat dismantles the worry.
Perhaps everyone has their own aroma.
And some mix better than the other.
A scent, a flavor of one another.
By Marko Tivanovac
#writing#poem#writeblr#poems on tumblr#poetry#write#writers and poets#poet#spilled ink#writer#writerscommunity#writerscreed#poetryportal#use the poeticstories tag to get you work seen here#lit#literature#smittenbypoetry#poetry blog#poetry but not really
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First tweet: “I saw a piece of fabric? on the floor of my room so I went to pick it up but it was actually the moonlight that entered through the window lmao”
Quote RT: “1000 years ago this would have been a poem, not a tweet”
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by Molly Buford
#love this so much#cottagecore#well not really cottagecore but yeah#soulmates#platonic#truths#love#wholesome#light acadamia aesthetic#classic academia#poetry#text
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I look at men and grit my teeth and clench my fists as I think of kissing them
I get mad at how I wish I could be everything bodily of a man except
What actually makes a man a man
Simply identifying as one
Because I am not a man but I have always dreamt of a body I do not have pressed against another's that is what I am not
To love men in a inherently queer way
Not as another man
But something else, something that isn't
Yet to carry the body of what is assigned one
So I look at men fists clenched and yearning
#queer poetry#poetry but not really#wizard writes#poetry#writing#writblr#queer writing#nblm#to be agender and love men#agender
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If I could run from you then I would.
This isn't fun for me, either.
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