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@555moongirl
« i’m never trusting you ever again »
that’s what she said the night she tried to kill herself
attempts or else
crying like in the past
thoughts that i shouldn’t have
feels like it was about to be the the last
i almost did it at five
but suddenly he came to me
can’t do this to him
no, i can’t do this to me
my heads too grim
tried to let the emotions get out of me body
but there’s just a storm locked inside of me,
with a few drop of rain
Since you’re always coming up with cool prompts and all, here’s a little one for you:
Not to sound like a nosy anon but, what’s your biggest inspiration when you write? Spill the tea 🍵✍️ And tag a few folks to answer too”
Great question! Really just little pieces of my life in general. Usually people I've met and the experiences we've had. I've had a very interesting life so it's the easiest thing for me to write about. So many different ways I could word the stories, so to speak. And so many different stories. I have bits of my life I've never touched in my writing, though I would like to change that.
@moonknightmaiden @noxnightingales @peepeepoopoo3d @butwhyareyoureyessosad @nyx-tenberis @faemaril @behindstonewalls
^^ Thanks for the tag @picklemafia..
So.. what inspires me?✨
All of my works are inspired from my own life experiences, what I have seen, felt and observed.. but I try my best to dress them up in a way that anyone reading could see a part of themselves in it.. ^~^
Now you guys..
@wrentalks , @lucilleambrose , @faemaril , @knight-qoheleth , @knownunderthemoon, @aheartbroken14yo, @amaramyaccount, @stfuandreaa ..
Thanks for the tag Nyx and Pickle ✨
It rises from all corners, every page turned, every moment lived adds another spark to my inspiration. The people I've met, the experience, the characters and events in books and even something as simple as a quiet walk in Nature can offer a compelling moment worth writing about. That is why the work I decided to share here reflects many voices. :)
I tag the following:
@knight-qoheleth @lucilleambrose @moonmurmurs123 @liyaklynn
Thank you so much for the tag @nyx-tenberis and @faemaril 🫂
My writing is amateur and inspired by guilt and pain, science and God and human nature, loss and longing.
I wrestle with morality and reality as if both were alive.
Grief haunts me like a vampire, drinking blood, and keeping the prey alive for the next night.
I treat memory as unreliable,something decayed, yet sacred.
I write to relive memories as confessions since I’m unable to dream.
I tag following @pomegranatedecay @fallencalliope @alienbloodheart @sheet102 @inked-soull @kosmoflavio @mournfulroses @ninth-cause @reeces--pieces @thetypewriterdaily @venefiquee @wrentalks @foofendale
Thx for the taggy @knight-qoheleth 😄🌟🦄
So mainly, find inspiration always hits, for sm reason, when I'm staring at the wall in the shower. Not kidding. It's true. And ofc it usually hits me in the most unexpected places, like when I'm mid-bite in a sandwich 😁
More seriously, i get inspiration from the tiny things, like things you probably don't think about a lot, but suddenly they make a ton of poetic sense, yk?I try writing about what's happened to me, how i feel, things that make me sad and happy. Granted i haven't had a ton of things happen to me, so imagination usually makes up for it 🦄 Sometimes just questioning everything, being a Lil philosophical helps.
Lil secret: everytime I read a pretty good poem or book, idk why but the creativity starts doing its job, especially if couldn't think of something before 😁
Phew that's as a TON
Over to ya'll @inkpressedpetals @akshrasharma @555moongirl @yudzukii @weednpoetry @holeinthehedgerow @traveledlight @anotherteenweirdo
thanks for the tag @foofendale ᦦ
that’s a really good question !
my inspirations are based on my life, my past, my thoughts and people around me. i am my own inspiration. life inspires me, things we doesn’t say inspires me. everything is an inspiration actually. poems are like a pretty way to say things we’re too scared to say or to do, it’s easier to do it that way i guess.
i don’t have a lot to say about it hhh
tags : @lelibrothoughts @zone444girls @picklemafia
i don’t have any mutuals except foofendal💔💔💔
honestly, i cried. this book helped me to write more poems, to never give up. i saw myself in it, i saw my family in it. it really touched me right into my heart. i love it 10/10
dear friend ask to take my hand
too afraid to walk in the dark all alone
so i took it, her gentle and soft hand
i followed the light that she couldn’t see
land her in my mind
tried to comfort her fragile heart
i tried, but it didn’t work out
i let her walk to her own
and she came back with all this bruises
i should’ve be there
back to 2023
when it gets dark at night,
when she’s too tired to fight,
to be a loving and kind mom,
she’s still the same person
and i see my reflection in your eyes
didn’t recognize myself, back to the old times
with all your barks and fights
when i couldn’t see the light
days seemed darker than the night
everything comes for a reason
getting hurt again scares me
what if i try to kill me?
what if i try to tear off my skin?
i hate how people can be mean
cause i have to choose between me or them
to take the blame
and the consequences of my pain
every time something happen
i’m getting closer to death
i didn’t like the way they cared about me
cause they never did
and now they showed up and felt the need
to tell me to stop cause it could kill me
and that’s all.
they never cared about my shit before
and now they try to force me
to tell them about me
this is just embarrassing
being a poet
i always feels like my words aren’t enough
you can’t describe something your mind created
by words you didn’t even created
what all of this are for?
i feel like my words are small
and have no sense at all
even to me, i don’t recognize my words anymore
they don’t belong to me no more
sometimes it feels like i don’t remember how to talk
when things are too difficult to say with only a voice of mine
currently reading "the words we keep" and i’m totally in, love it
love obsession
prends moi dans tes bras
dis moi que tout ira bien
ce n’est qu’en tes mots que j’y crois
dis moi que tu as besoin de moi
avant que j’oublie mes promesses
et que ma vie, j’y laisse
used to stick together
not my choices but probably yours
used to cut myself for hours
because i had to chose between me or her
to take the pain from my heart
caused by the one who got me hurt
burning the pages
burning relationships
burning friendships
burning ages
burningt fears
burning their ears
burning pain
burning like porcelain
I saw you in my dreams last night, and I held you a little longer because I knew when I woke up you’d be gone.
You abandoned me way before I left you.
I lost everything... but I still hold on to hope ✨
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My father is suffering with severe back pain and can’t work. Medical bills, daily expenses, even the hope of renting a small home—we simply can’t afford it anymore.🥺
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