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  • liebemi
    20.05.2022 - 4 minutes ago


    kau lagi lagi berkutat dengan yang panas,

    dengan yang hasrat

    dengan yang tak dapat ku bendung lagi

    kau, lagi lagi menelanjangi aku, seisi isinya

    aku berantakan, dalam dalam,

    aku berantakan, dalam, dalam.

    apa lagi kuasa yang aku punya?

    kuasaku terkikis setengah, sedari malam,

    sedari kuduk yang kau jilati pelan pelan,

    bisa kau ulangi lagi? bisa kumintai lagi?

    apa simpulanmu membaca tulisanku ini?

    selain, membaca dirimu lagi? sekali lagi?

    atau .. kau sedang dalam duga duga,

    sekiranya mampu, uji dugaanmu, subuh subuh buta,

    bagaimana jika … kita melebur dosa dosa? saja?

    hahaha atau melebur doa doa?

    apa sajalah, yang penting merebah, rasanya lelah …

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  • bcmaxwell
    20.05.2022 - 6 minutes ago

    forest fires

    we survive the forest fires

    that come to burn our land.

    our woods lay waste

    after the flames take haste,

    but this barrenness won’t last.

    not as fast, but almost so

    do wildflowers, begin to grow.

    (things come, but we survive :) )

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  • adamantseal
    20.05.2022 - 8 minutes ago

    this secret pain

    a twist of the lips

    red and sour

    in the weak dash light


    my mirror

    a blinking caution

    stop go

    our bodies in motion

    across the cracked vinyl

    we shared a beat of breath

    before parting

    your broken heart

    my empty hands

    always so


    #poetry #poets on tumblr #spilled ink#poem#writing #writers on tumblr #spilled words
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  • persona-de-otra-galaxia
    20.05.2022 - 11 minutes ago

    Borrachos nos besamos, lo que sentimos se olvido y el recuerdo de tus labios con los míos del pasado se borro.


    #notas de amor #amor#citas#soledad#sentimientos#desamor #i love it #poetry#mi vida#pensamientos #i love them #books and libraries
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  • lesbianboyfriend
    20.05.2022 - 12 minutes ago

    On Headaches

    by Roque Dalton

    It is beautiful to be a communist, even if it gives you many headaches. The communists' headache is presumed to be historical; that is to say, that it does not yield to painkillers, but only to the realisation of paradise on earth. That's the way it is. Under capitalism, we get a headache and our heads are torn off. In the revolution's struggle, the head is a time-bomb. In socialist construction, we plan for the headache which does not make it scarce, but quite the contrary. Communism will be, among other things, an aspirin the size of the sun.
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  • seanheldens
    20.05.2022 - 12 minutes ago

    However i do love that in as much as i have endured loneliness with grace, every time I'm with you or around you...be it in person or not i unlearn the bad habits i picked up while forgetting to be alive.

    Letters of necessity
    #dark academic aesthetic #dark acadamia aesthetic #romantic academia#academia aesthetic #poets on tumblr #poetry#deep thoughts#spilled thoughts#my writing
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  • jdubqca
    20.05.2022 - 15 minutes ago

    thoughts between alien invasions

    ` THOUGHTS BETWEEN ALIEN INVASION #poem #poetry #blogging , ,

    they keep changing the rules from ten thousand steps to seven eight hours of sleep perhaps not the magic number when I turned thirteen I had a five speed road bike & a brand new baseball glove autographed by Willie Davis           [back then] every now & again I’d calculate how old I’d be come the year two thousand I’m not going to lie things never got much better since too many cars & not…

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  • smukkzz
    20.05.2022 - 15 minutes ago


    I’ve decided to post my own poems from time to time. Please feel free to leave criticisms, this is a personal hobby of mine that I’ve never shared before, but that doesn’t mean I have no interest in improving. 


    Wanting to be flawless is an understatement. I wish to be so perfect I have no need to think. It will all come to me without the pain of racking through my brain to find the answers. I cradle myself at night hoping for something so out of reach.. Have I always been wrong? Have I always been this unstable, or is this a result of some undiscovered anomaly sprouting from my own decisions. I want to be perfect. I need to be acceptable. I hate having several voices screaming at me to erase things years after they've occurred. Decisions and verbal disputes wrack my brain. Rip it from my throat and make light of what you can. I'd give my body to a ghost with a smile and friendly presence. Make sense of what I was too flawed to understand.

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  • helloamerica
    20.05.2022 - 15 minutes ago

    Listen/purchase: Dramos - My Father by Hello America Stereo Cassette

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  • quottin
    20.05.2022 - 16 minutes ago

    Always remember we are under the same sky, looking at the same moon.

    Maxine Lee

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  • keeepmesanee
    20.05.2022 - 17 minutes ago

    Summer Breaks, With You

    I remember summers at your house. My dad was in the Army, so we didn’t get to see each other once a week like other families. We only saw each other in the summer, when I was no longer in school. I loved summer at the ‘big red house’ as I would call it. I loved waking up to the smell of you brewing coffee for grandma. To you getting ready to go to the backyard to water the trees, as you passed by my room and asked me if I would like to join you.

    I remember your green thumb. You taught me many things but one of those things was how to plant trees and flowers. I still to this day remember the tree we planted together in the old red house. From time to time, I still drive past that house and guess what our tree is still up, a school bought that house and made the backyard into a school garden, our tree is part of that garden grandpa.

    I remember how you would play school with me. You would sit down in those little chairs with your knees to your chest and pretend like you were comfortable. How your acting skills came out and you pretended to be my student. I remember you telling me that I would make a great teacher one day; if only you could see how close I am to becoming a teacher. If you were alive, you would be so proud of me, and you would have reminded me of it every day. You would have reminded me of it at graduation, as you handed me a bouquet of tulips because you knew those were my favorites. As you walked into my first classroom, you would have reminded me, followed by a tight hug, and an “I told you, you could do it”. But most of all you would have reminded me how proud you were of me, on those hard, stressful late nights when college seemed impossible.

    I remember our walks around the neighborhood, and that we would have endless conversations. I, however, do not remember many of our conversations, but I wish I did…

    I remember your love for horses. Our rides to the ranch seemed like we traveled across the world.  I remember looking out the window for what seemed like hours but in reality, it was only like forty minutes. I remember the window view going from a big highway, cars everywhere, and houses everywhere to two-way streets, empty desert space, and a random house or ranch from time to time. I remember how excited we would both get when we finally arrived because it meant it was time to feed the horses and then ride them. You taught me that all animals not only horses (even though that was your favorite animal) are our friends, that just like humans they need love and kindness.

    I remember Sunday mornings and how you would force me to go to church with you and grandma. I disliked it because it meant that I had to sit quietly for an hour and listen to conversations that I did not understand that well.

    I remember you being sick. I remember seeing my grandpa change before my eyes. You went from being mentally and physically strong to not being able to get up by yourself and to not remembering who I was. I walked into your house excited because I was finally able to see you, after finally returning from the hospital. As I got out of the car, through the window I saw you sitting on the couch, drawing on your drawing pad. I could not wait for our reunion, to finally be able to hug you, and for you to tell me how much you missed and love me. When grandma opened the front door I ran to you, with arms wide open, and gave you a big hug, you returned the hug. But as you returned the hug, you looked at grandma and asked her “who is this little girl?”. That was my first heartbreak. My second heartbreak was when my mom called me, saying that you had passed away.

    But mostly I remember your kindness and patience. The unconditional love that you had for me and those around you. The excitement I would feel when we would arrive at your house, and you would be outside ready to greet me with a hug, ready to spend the summer with me and make endless memories that I will hold close to my heart for as long as I can remember.

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  • writingmeup
    20.05.2022 - 17 minutes ago

    A Darkness Greater Than The Night

    A Darkness Greater Than The Night #poetry #haiku #night #people

    When God Made Man the Devil Was at His Elbow the absolute night like some demonic kingdom a hellish heaven Inspired by Cormac McCarthy and his Blood Meridian

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  • greenix
    20.05.2022 - 19 minutes ago


    be forewarned it's all poetry and half classical music references but I sort of poured my soul into these little guys so uh. hope you enjoy!

    #my writing #my poetry! #ao3#poetry #original short story #swimmer and pianist fall in love
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  • roman---empyre
    20.05.2022 - 21 minutes ago

    Stunt Double 33

    How much should you respect a woman, about

    1.8 percent, its a statement not a question, better put that on soul, sol let there be light, setting the panoramic on the gender, maximum 1.8, just believe the only way to live in harmony and equality is naught, rotten to the core of the Earth, period, circle the globe, split the center fold, mannequin freeze like the Artic, spill like oil and coat wings,

    No angelic songs to be heard,

    You can connect the feeling in the atmosphere, to your heart strings and let the devil strum,

    You would be a fool to trust or put faith in the opposite sex,

    The c would be split and the cord cut, release the fluid,

    Drown in the knowing that to die for a woman possesses the most serendipity,

    You could see the shelf of coral,you could drown,

    Seafoam and turquoise shadings cover the landscape,

    Your locust are coming,

    ~Holographic Locust

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  • overworked-bookworm
    20.05.2022 - 21 minutes ago

    Poem 4 - Trilogy by HD

    There is a spell, for instance, in every sea-shell: continuous, the sea thrust is powerless against coral, bone, stone, marble hewn from within by that craftsman, the shell-fish: oyster, clam, mollusc is master-mason planning the stone marvel: yet that flabby, amorphous hermit within, like the planet senses the finite, it limits its orbit of being, its house, temple, fane, shrine: it unlocks the portals at stated intervals: prompted by hunger, it opens the tide-flow: but infinity? no, of nothing-too-much: I sense my own limit, my shell-jaws snap shut at invasion of the limitless, ocean-weight; infinite water can not crack me, egg in egg-shell; closed in, complete, immortal full-circle, I know the pull of the tide, the lull as well as the moon; the octopus-darkness is powerless against her cold immortality; so I in my own way know that the whale can not digest me: be firm in your own small, static, limited orbit and the shark-jaws of outer circumstance will spit you forth: be indigestible, hard, ungiving, so that, living within, you beget, self-out-of-self, selfless, that pearl-of-great-price.

    #poetry #sharing bc i just mentioned it in the tags #and this one isn't as easy to find as the other two
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  • dancealongthelightofday
    20.05.2022 - 22 minutes ago

    Embarrassed to be posting something like this, but I’m coming back from a years long hiatus and looking for some new friends to follow!!

    Please interact with this if you post:

    • Tv shows like parks and rec, community, 30 rock

    • anything Star Wars

    • stranger things

    • Disney/Pixar

    • good mythical morning

    • Jenna Marbles and Julien Solomita

    • Nintendo

    Also looking for more art and poetry blogs as well so please recommend or interact if you are active!

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  • ladyidyllist
    20.05.2022 - 22 minutes ago

    Poem 0091

    Sweetness disavow,True intentions hidden bow.Deception emerging creeping slow,You reap what you sow. Stance with resistance shown,Anything happen on my own.Love past all reasons blown. Redeem what is to achieve,Taking what is ours and receive.Do not deny what is to live,Love to achieve.

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  • deviiancetv
    20.05.2022 - 23 minutes ago

    ☾ shell by the shore ☽

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  • takenabackbytuesdays
    20.05.2022 - 23 minutes ago

    He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

    Story by oxizzz

    Art by taken aback by Tuesdays

    Story on Archive of Our Own: He Loves Me, He Love Me Not.


    #carry on reverse bang #corb 2022#fanart#fanfic #simon snow series #carry on rainbow rowell #poetry #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #basilton pitch
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