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canales-poe

Today is just another day

I’m addicted to ignoring these alarms

Through the calm arms and grasp of comfort

Coming from a lie, its chimes and charms

Imaginary head, so long and so forth

I remember now for the nth time

This pop of a bottle cap flying

Piling up this little dune of metal waste

On the floor

Uncleaned, dirtied up

No one asked me why am here just now,

At 10 pm

The door slammed shut and TV is switched on

To the news of some angry man

The tin roof shakes my head

Like they’re cymbals and the rain was jazz

Through it all, the dirt outside

Shakes a bit to the sound of sirens

The sky will clear, I say

Today is just another day

sourdough-seal

“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

orbitalmirror

"how did you get into writing" girl i've been tormented by the visions since i was eight years old

ba0shanblack

"How did you get into writing" girl it started as a coping mechanism, and somewhere along the way I had the horrifying realization that not only I was emo as fuck, but I was also kinda good at turning it into prose.

deviloveslove

"How did you get into writing" sweetheart one random day my brain decided to tell my hand to pick up a pencil and write the thoughts that haunt me at night at the back of a notebook and coincidently, the words rhymed.

darkpoetrytherapy

i think it's my birth

the way i was raised

the family i was born to

and every breath i take

it's in every turn of my head

the images i grew up watching

the conversations i caught on to

as a baby still wrapped in blankets...

the grief all around me,

so heart breaking, their eyes wet

i grew up watching emotions

to be catered— and needs to be met...

i think it's the way i was fed

and the way i was clothed

it's all in the way i was mold

to make space for them

even if it meant my soul getting sold

i can't write a poem about it

without rhyming like the ones in nursery

except i didn't go to school then, it's all just imaginary

it's in the way i grew old

trying to make myself smaller

taking less and lesser space

give it all up for their trauma

maybe it's cuz the parents were better off....

not being in the picture

maybe it's being taken care of, by a couple of strangers

it's not as bad as it sounds, it really isn't

some things are just metaphorical

but i really wish they weren't...

now i can't write a poem,

without it sounding like a children's rhyme

it's because i'm still stuck there,

i never grew past nine...

please understand,

i just never grew past nine.

neverlasting-letters

It always makes me smile

To hear her laugh

And soft sayings.

She’ll compare me

To Psyche

Or Helen of Troy.

I love her whispers

Of secret confessions

As she traces figure eights

With delicacy upon my skin.

I want to see the stars reflected in your eyes.

I just joined Tumblr yesterday and I've already received a 100 likes so in celebration of that, FACE REVEAL!!!

#artists on tumblr #art #poetic #poets on tumblr #original poem #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #writers and poets #pretty girls #pretty face #my face #face reveal

"I have a girlfriend, sorry"

I'm surprised that this debate actually exists online because what do mean it's 'cheating' if he says sorry? One side of the argument says that saying sorry indicates that he's sorry THAT he has a girlfriend and would shoot his shot if he didn't. In my opinion, every person that thinks this way doesn't seem to have an adequate amount of brain cells. Saying sorry is basic manners, it's courtesy for when someone approaches you and you have to turn them away. And honestly, if you have doubts just place yourself in the other girl's position - imagine you approach a guy for his number and instead of politely saying no because he has a girlfriend, he says "NO F*CK YOU HOW DARE YOU EVEN COME NEAR ME YOU B*TCH? I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND STAY THE F*CK AWAY FROM ME". How would you feel? You approached him kindly and instead of returning the kindness, he acted like an assh*le. That's what you'd call him right? Would you want your boyfriend to be called that too? To be mannerless? To be rude and unkind to other girls?

#hot take #opinion #spilled thoughts #debate

quotespile

“And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself that you tasted as many as you could.”

— Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum

minimalistquotes

"Do you understand the violence it took to become this gentle?"

metamorphesque

when I am among the trees, mary oliver (read by amanda palmer)

made by yours truly

metamorphesque

When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust, equally the beech, the oaks and the pines, they give off such hints of gladness. I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself, in which I have goodness, and discernment, and never hurry through the world but walk slowly, and bow often.

Around me the trees stir in their leaves and call out, “Stay awhile.” The light flows from their branches.

And they call again, “It's simple,” they say, “and you too have come into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled with light, and to shine.”

Always the poet, never the poem

But to be honest, I wouldn't mind being the poet if it's you that's the poem

I wouldn't mind writing a part of you.

I wouldn't mind being called the artist that created you.

I wouldn't mind being correlated with you.

It's simple really, I am alas, just a star

And you're the sun.

And though I have no meaning in the vast existence of space,

being told that the sun was once like a small star,