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[starstruckodysseys]

love the stakes in nsbu bc where else are you going to have to slam poem your son back to life

[riverofinkofficial]

Don't tire yourself running in circles. If you have the energy to run, run right at the things you want.

Even if you have to slow for things you need. Slowing is not stopping.

[candiedspit]

New poem up on my PATREON

[haveyoureadthispoem-poll]

"Lord, I confess I want the clarity of catastrophe but not the catastrophe."

Read it here | Reblog for a larger sample size!

The Atlantic

[skylarbee]

milex and a poem

i read this poem and shed a few tears because it reminded me so much of them, because it is so them... so i invite you to suffer with me.

Friends with No Benefits, Megan Fernandes, Poem-a-Day, 2023

I now replace desire  with meaning.  Instead of saying, I want you, I say,  there is meaning between us. Meaning can swim, has taken lessons from the river  of itself. Desire is air. One puncture  above a black lake and she lies flat. I now replace intensity with meaning. One is a black hole of boundless appetite, a false womb, another is a sentence. My therapist says children need a “father” for language  and a “mother” for everything else. She doesn’t get that it’s all language. There is no else.  Else is a fiction of life, and a fact of death. That night, we don’t touch.  We ruin nothing.  We get bagels in the morning before you leave on a train,  and I smoke a skinny cigarette and think  I look glam, like an Italian diva. You make a joke at my expense, which is not a joke, really,  but a way to say I know you.  I don’t feed on you. Instead, I watch you  like a faraway tree.  Desire loves the what if, the if only, the maybe in another lifetime.  She loves a parallel universe. Or seven.  Meaning knows its minerals, knows which volcanic magma belongs  to which volcanic fleet. Knows the earth has parents. That a person is raised.  It’s the real flirtation, to say, you are not a meal.  To say, I want you  to last. 

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the author said this about it:

“This piece is about a friend. We drink martinis and talk poems all night. We have an energy easy to mistake for desire but that might instead mean something more earthbound. Desire is instructive. But she’s often instructing us toward some edge, toward some abyss. As I get older, I’m re-narrating the intense feelings I have for some people that don’t take the form of ravenous, cosmic, and consuming intimacies, but intentional, rooted, and durational ones. What’s better than the dumb luck of living at the same time as someone you truly admire? It’s so mortal and random. No cosmos could compete.”

[1introvertedsage]

⬛The Edge⬛

Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.

~Anais Nin~

[rozzer123]

A Day In The Forest (A Poem By @rozzerYT )

Hello Tumblr, it's Rozzer! I have finally penned a new poem that I hope you all enjoy :) It is about the sights and sounds of the forest. If you enjoy this poem then don't forget to like and subscribe for more content :D

[benitariums]

— a question for forgiveness, benita rosalind (x)

[merlindotpdf]

wrote a poem about live music and then edited a video around it. very proud of it so here she is<3

[svg-tshirt-design-house]

Christmas SVG T-Shirt Designs: Festive Fashion for the Holiday Season

In this blog, you will discover a variety of Christmas-themed SVG T-shirt designs. From Santa, Christmas trees, and reindeer to festive greetings, these designs can be customized to create your own unique holiday T-shirts. We will explore various festive styles perfect for adding a splash of holiday spirit to your wardrobe. Whether you're looking to buy or download these designs, we've got you covered

[riverofinkofficial]

Life gave me a lemon tree

So I picked them for you and for me

And I made a lemon pie

But when I came by

You declared you had no need for me.

So I picked two or three

And made tea for free

But no one came

Nothing was ever the same

What was it you thought I should be?

[doll-poetry]

New episode on Poet Archives 🌸🎧🎙 ~link below & in my bio

Author of Poetry Of Life A Journey With Me🌸{POL} available on Amazon, my Tumblr Blog{doll-poetry}, my Buzzsprout Podcast{Poet Archives} & my socials⤵️♡

[badaseyebags]

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is it heaven? is it hell?

haven’t been to either, so i couldn’t tell.

when it feels good, it’s the best of best.

then it hurts so bad i forget the rest.

should i stay or should i go?

give me directions and i’ll follow.

is it an addiction or is it self harm?

i couldn’t hide so i chose to run.

[oddish-prose]

"Like, share, and subscribe"

Is the call of the machines;

The sellout's call card

[rozecrest]

this poem owns. ouch. https://poets.org/poem/my-life-closed-twice?mc_cid=e9744ddeb6&mc_eid=b22a780e28

[1introvertedsage]

Read this article here!