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The End

Hi guys! We now have our album(s) TTPD and ofc taylor had to go and drop TTPD : the Anthology out of nowhere like ofc she did what were we expecting just those 4 bonus tracks? apparently taylor could never anyways sarcasm aside! I wanted to say a huge and heartfelt thank you from the bottom of my heart to every single one of you who has participated, liked, reblogged, and helped in any way shape or form in the making of this event. It was really just a little brainchild of mine at first and you all have made it grow so much!!! I never expected so many of you to participate (honestly thought no one would continue after a few weeks) and to everyone who has made a poem for this event, i love every single one of you and every single one of your poems so much! you are amazing and so are your poems!!!! i might make the masterlist for every poem made per week, but i dont think i'll be continuing this event. if anyone would like to take over, feel free to message me over at @timeless-pdf thank you all so so much for supporting this teenager's tiny little idea and making it grow to so much more, i know i definitely 100% was not the best at managing this account at all and i love every single one of you who has seen this event, no matter if you participated or not, but also a special thank you to everyone who stuck around!!! love you all <3 hope you all enjoyed listening to the ttpd double album till next time peace out ✌️(AND HAVE A NICE DAY!!!) - Z

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I know this event was supposed to be for the ttpd lead up but since we have more songs to get through are we going to keep going?

hi! i'm really glad that you want to keep going but i dont think i'll be able to continue managing this account well enough for it to continue (sadly am a student all the way in asia so timezone stuff and kinda busy rn have exams so...) but! if anyone would like to take over this account please feel free to message me! this is a separate account from my main so i can give the password and email to whoever wants to continue this! so sorry that i can't continue this, thanks for all the poems and participation!!!

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The Albatross

Deep under moss, I hid an egg I laid, in wait of hatching

Thought you’d get on board, but three years later, I still hear it scratching

The chick can’t breathe, needs a father who can love it, feed it

I dig it up, put it somewhere you can’t help but see it

An albatross, its too-big wings all stunted by its prison

I wonder if it might have flown if you had only listened

You risked its health, basket balanced on my peak at seven

Crushed it myself, I spared its pain, no misery in heaven.

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I Can Do It With A Broken Heart

I am my own muse

this isn't about you

it's not even about the bruise

it's connecting souls

out in the world

the crowd goes wild

I hear applause

I can do this

with a broken heart

I am my own muse

Brief fluttering of emotions

pretty little butterflies

or deep in the ocean

the mariana's trench

in my gut

I can do this

Go out there

change the songs

as my life goes on

as I find another person to rely on

I open myself up again

dive right in

I can do it with a broken heart

and I'll do it again even of that doesn't work

I am my own muse

I push myself forward

Out into the world

this isn't about you

and I'll do it again

with my heart

broken

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loml

I made you

I can destroy you

you linger over my life

they look over my life

all my work

you destroyed

I made you

our golden love affair

now turned to tin

like your heart

you wouldn't let me in

I built you so well

i put you on a pedestal

and you let me down as well

the love of my life

one in a lifetime

the loss of my life

when I stayed that little too long

baby what's wrong?

The problem with muses

the alchemy of our connection

the red herring of our love

you were what I dreamt of

when they look over my life

they'll hear my love for you

and now i don't know what to do?

a new bruise

a love bomb exploded

and now i have to tell them what went wrong?

all's fair in love and poetry

how embaressing

and I let you in

the luck of my life

and now you can't look me in the eye

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I Can Fix Him I Can

Another man

half way out the door

why do I always fall

for the ones who aren't all in

I'm fun until I'm not

me and my life

me and my fights

me and I'm too much

I can fix him I promise

he will stay

i will get my way

I can fix him

other foot out the door

and he's gone

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No I Can Fix Him

Its my own fault

the problem is me

I am guilty

throwing myself in

body first

deep under water

commiting myself entire self

to someone halfway out the door

I can tame him

I said to myself

As he tired of my curiousity

my innate thirst

Maybe I'm the problem

I can fix him

if I stay home

As I make plans for more

and then I'm shocked

it don't work

It's me

The problem

I can fix him

Again

another ill fitting man

I wanted on my arm

another shrine to take down

another dream to rip out

of my many notebooks

all my plans

I can fix him

no I can't

I'm the problem

and I throw myself in

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The Black Dog

i used to wonder about how they trained huskies kin to wolves, somehow domesticised i used to think about how cold the winters must be until we humans let the wolves inside you, with your sun-tanned hands, led me in the doorway you showed me how to keep warm by the fire you, with your shaking hands, careful as you foray into my chest, install a cage of wire you said it would keep me safe, safe from all the dangers the silver chain kept my goodness in i snuggled deeper into warmth, safe from all the strangers you told me would rip my heart from my skin a nightmare one stormy night, i thrashed and my fangs scratched you you tutted and began to file them down you couldn't risk it, what if i were to attack you and, anyway, you can protect me now i think i understand now, you against me in the trenches a liar, stabbing man's own best friend sad, uncomprehending eyes stare up at you, defenceless the black dog loyal to its master til the end.

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loml

i looked into your eyes and white lied, 'light of my life, i'll never leave you' held your hand as the other packed a suitcase a precaution, i said 'let's open my largest whiskey' we drank in hands like kids down by the lake but you drained me of life 'til i was swaying now you're a lonesome old martyred leech not my fault you couldn't hear what i was saying signs telling you i wanted you to leave

leave, or my life would be lost on misty lands, trapped by my own roots, stuck begging for borrowed sand latch onto memory like i want to love or maybe lose at this precipice, we falter love or my life, don't make me choose

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The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

do you remember, once you once pledged me all the love you had to give it filled the caverns of your heart, the rooms, it barely fit i took it off your hands and let it settle on me, light you taught me how to love myself and taught me how to live but, bemused, i watched days pass as you began to lose weight and height and daylight, shrinking out of your shoes after years of being bare, allergic to my love your heart was recoiling, reclaiming back its rooms the rest of you will follow suit, end what your heart's begun the smallest man who ever lived, no bigger than my thumb and i still have that handful, all the love you had to give but it's now so small it might as well be none.

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hey guys! gonna reblog your poems now! super sorry. i had exams like right after ttpd released so lmao

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TTPD week 10!

okay since i miscalculated and apparently we couldnt finish this by the time ttpd comes out, we can do all of side C and D and make it 2 weeks, you can do both sides by this week, or until next week (its fine if you want to make it based on the song or not!)

Side C

Guilty as Sin? Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me? I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) loml

Side D

I Can Do It With a Broken Heart The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived The Alchemy Clara Bow + additional songs : the albatross and the black dog!

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The Manuscript

it isn't your fault that you're a narcissist i fell in love after learning of it this self-diagnosis, soaked in sorrow resignation, your voices hollow both, the too-loud and the silent amplify one, keep the other quiet you try to throw sand on the fire of not enough, sabotage's choir give me retorts, give me lines to spit a way to counteract your wit can you script it out for me manuscript, and out to sea in a bottle, i will read the words i will study you and learn, rehearse if you think i am not enough to be worthy of superior love i will practice, i will concentrate for years until i elevate myself to your standards your shelf and your banners will become my home, too if it means you love me, i will be you

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The Tortured Poets Department

look at you, ecstatic to be on death row do you want a medal? something you can show off to the masses, i earned this with my depression i took others down with my lack of attention your burden was the ones that you loved we can all see your scars when you roll up the cuffs on purpose you earned this look, look at my pain look at the burns i got from my own flame i held it there, thinking of the eyes the way the skin will look with the wound cauterised they will see the pain i went through (for you) i saw you snip at your skin and tell them i tortured you i saw them cluck, sympathetic, and applaud your fortitude me? was i your trial? the fire, the combat? was i worthwhile? line up, then, i guess you win take your badge, make sure you stab it through your skin a life coddled and paid for so you make it seem harder tell me i ruin your life and i make you a martyr blackened reputation, tainted with tar tint the patron of the tortured poets department

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My Boy Only Breaks His Favourite Toys

as children, passing uncles would buy us both the same gift an expensive car to construct out of bricks birthdays four days apart, an identical message in our cards a week later, observe the wreckage, sparse bricks strewn across his floor he made the car carefully and then ruined it, bored my car would be somewhere upside-down in a creek lost by the first day, then i'd forget to seek

we weren't brothers seemed like it until ten until the realisations, conversations, and then the development of something more real out of control like a petered-off spinning car wheel

i should have seen it coming the bag in his hand he used to carry it down to the river, the sand soft, the mud made it black he'd fill it with rocks; on the way home they'd crack into crystals, jagged, beautiful still i'd reach to take them out and then watch the blood spill i had thought that maybe i could bring him joy, be his favourite person, his favourite toy i would be that first car, expensive, red deeper, more scarlet the more that i begged him to stay, though he was never the type to he breaks all he owns and i lose all that i do

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Fortnight

two weeks ago, that haunted night my fists that set the ghosts alight ink hair on pale crumpled parchment strawberry-picking, red-soaked carton incriminating on clean white floor i've never made her cry before

hold onto power, but do i have it? she's human and i'm savage, manic my only reference moved an inch nothing to keep me from the brink the river froths with tchotchkes, shoes odd to think i pay to lose

my memories, my merchant's wagon i'll sacrifice a father, dragon i'll find something stronger to become a way to keep emotions numb so much changes over a fortnight power is power, she was mine

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The Bolter (2)

It's not leaving something

A thing I used to do

It's opening myself up to something else

The bolter

Leaving a gold cage

To a silver stage

I have to go out there

and be who I am

Creavitivity is a part of me

I thought you knew that

and now I must leave

Hear the crowds and write my songs

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