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mothoclock · 1 month ago
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I want to tell you things
with my tongue
without making any sound at all
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maihonhassan · 9 months ago
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"Par tere aage kuch bhi nahi sab khaak barabar" said no one ever :')
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haydsbabes · 29 days ago
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i want to grow old with you,
until the clothes we share are faded and stretched in all the wrong places, print rubbing off, but we still wear them in the house to pay homage to the (questionable) fashion sense we shared in our early twenties.
i want to grow old with you,
until these big dreams of ours one day become fond memories which we sit and reminisce with one photo album, one blanket, two mugs of coffee and three dogs resting at our feet.
i want to grow old with you,
until one day our child comes home from school, beaming with excitement, and tells us she doesn’t want a boring job - she wants to be a creative, just like her mums.
i want to grow old with you,
and we will never once find anything to argue about, because we both know that the sweetest part of this life is, and always has been, loving each other.
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full-of-rage-and-adoration · 6 months ago
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Sorry, I have amazing music taste and kissable lips....wanna make out?
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rins-batcave · 3 months ago
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Days blur together
Empty, and bleak
Time passes slowly
Yet I didn’t even see
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manybrokenquills · 1 year ago
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Yes,
I can talk.
I can force the words out of my mouth.
I can take a deep breath and make my vocal cords vibrate.
I can gather my thoughts and tell you.
But I can't talk.
There's so much to talk about.
I have so many thoughts.
But I can't talk.
I can't.
And sometimes that hurts.
Because
I wanna tell!!
I have so much to tell people!!
I want others to experience what I am!!
I want my world to be known!!
I want you to see the sun how I do!!
I want you to see you how I do!!
But like a dog who's collar zaps if they bark,
I can't.
I just can't.
So, I stick to poems,
I stick to DMs,
I stick to writing.
I still can't talk.
I still can't tell.
But, by God,
I can write.
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iloveyouitsruiningmylife · 2 months ago
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was it truly serendipity?
when you crashed into me
I may be enigmatic
i may let my anger become static
but i held you close
now i only hold your ghost
i thought we were ineffable
but you wrote us like a fable
that begged to be seen
alas my world was not as keen
i chose solitude on my languid days
that caused you a pain you’d never say
so i called your barbed mind resplendent
even if i never meant it
you meant each thing you said
cause you were fucked in the head
so evidently your mothers puppetry
bleeding into you and me
did that mean loving me was a source of contention?
because even through your apprehension
you still chose to desert
the one that loved you first
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mysleeangel · 5 months ago
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Ambien angel wings are going to pry themselves out of my skinny fragile spine, thus mutilating an already mutilated angel. How much more damage can an angel take? Is it a test against god? No, it’s a test against pain. Beautiful crimson, violent violet agony. It’s Ecstacy, it’s invigorating despair. Would you dance with me in my silk white webs, beaded with lovely pearls? Would you take my shaking hands adorned with silver rings and black fingernail paint? Would it be a quick, deadly silent affair? Not a breath exchanged between you two under the rain. Just eye contact like looking into the soul of two long lost gods. They don’t care about the planet crashing down around them, only themselves as they stand frozen before eachother. Wrists bleed warm love and they mingle and embrace. Let’s all embrace in perfume blood mixed fuzzy rain. I want to stare in the murky puddles and reach in with pale slender fingers to pull out a muddy seashell for you and me. 🪽🌊🩸
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my-moony-and-padfoot · 4 months ago
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But that's not me
The fact that you won't know me
Won't know the true me
Me. Just me.
It makes me sad.
It really does
I'll always be your sister
Sister
Why not just sibling?
I'll always be your little girl
Daughter
Why not just child?
My eyes fill with tears
At the mere thought
Hot and stingy, knowing you could never
Could never love me
I don't know what you'll do,
If I marry Harriet and not Harry.
Will you be mad?
Don't be mad
I love you
I wish you could
Could love me, me
Me being me and only me
Maybe you'd make an exception?
Just for me?
I wish
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mothoclock · 1 month ago
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I would follow you anywhere
as long as I could hold your hand
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innertragedycrown · 7 months ago
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I would
I'd write you a poem
About how you're the stars in the sky
About how you are my home
About how happy I am that you're mine
And that you love me too
But I'm sure you already know
With every look I give you
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haydsbabes · 2 months ago
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your sleeping body feels so right next to mine as i lay here and daydream about you. peaceful, soft, naked yet warm. content. your skin is silk and your hair is even softer, carrying the scent of coffee and you and me. maybe tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that, those daydreams of mine will come true.
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still-obsessed-with-reyna · 5 months ago
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what is the sky without its stars
what are the trees without their leaves
what is the world without colour
and what am i without my scars?
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w24ith · 2 months ago
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It feels so strange 
Like I can still feel tiny claws digging under my skin 
Or feel a pulsing in the space where a warm body used to be held
Small, wriggling, soft
Stay away from my hands
And all they have done to you 
For you 
And now, The steering wheel 
Hot, streaked with tears and sweat
I hold to distract myself 
From your  cries 
Mine 
And keep my eyes on the road 
I’m sorry, I’m sorry. 
As they take you away 
We both shake, with fear, with life
And I curse my hands and heart 
I promise, I thought this was the right thing to do
I hope you never think of me again 
For what I’ve done 
For my misguided hopes of a better life 
For you, for me, 
And the pool of sweat your form left behind 
In the wake of my tears 
‘it’s gonna be alright’
Has been proven 
Nothing more than hot air 
(written around August 28th, sometime late.)
I brought a kitten to the animal shelter and I feel too much in my heart.
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harleeyyyyyyyyyyyyyy · 30 days ago
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pt 4(??) of introducing my shit poetry like i’m on npr tiny desk
so uh this is a part of an unreleased poem, sonuh teaser i guess. i haven’t decided on a title, but i’ve been thinking “what it means to be queer” or “what it means to be me.” i’ve been going through some religious guilt about being gay, and a bunch of other things have been going on. at least it breaks me out of writer’s block i guess.
here we go.
“it’s so hard to be queer.
i can’t find words to ever come near
to the experience, i fear.
have i ever not been queer?
before i was me, i was queer.
my identity is soft and salty, a fallen tear.
to me, love is intimate and dear.
but what is it to be queer?”
yeah! just a snippet, but i actually have a little photo of the original thought process.
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crush-echoes · 2 months ago
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10/04/24 - 10 months after the final incident
I’m still waiting for you to text me back.
I create these shitty lines of words to make me feel like I’m worth something
No one will ever see these anyway
I think maybe I’m the problem
Cause you are so much better than the others
But I’m still waiting for you to text me back
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