thank u snoopy 💚

You are a magic star. You are a body of blood made beautiful.

You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves you, but he loves you.

whether that's true or not doesn't matter 🙂‍↕️ and poetry is NOT niche btw

You always have to be drunk.

i'm not smart but i can put together painful, pretty words (against my will)

...however my life unspools itself, I was created to bear it.

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diagnosis: head empty

in English we say "I remember everything", in poetry we say:

I'm going to go out like a fucking meteor!

Wow

Andrea Gibson

it's as simple as that!

“It's useless to speak of peace.”

idc

Absorb all the beauty of being alive.

Ruin is formal —

Yet I, the changed one, ask: "How you been?"

Tom Clark

wake up chat, let's get these 8 cups of coffee (all at once, ofc) ☕️☕️☕️🗣️

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I was a romantic and sentimental creature...

yeeeees! we agree!

But let me survive.

I believed in it: our goodness. I do. I still do. I can't tell if that's a lie.

poetry prompt of the week: Gregory Orr once said, "How can I celebrate love, now that I know what it does?" write about what love does - and what love does to you. for you. because of you. in spite of you. in admiration of you. does it do anything at all? consider the various points of view.

AND I DON'T WANT THEM

Your lipstick drying on a porcelain cup by a line of bruised apples.

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creator found! Selma Alaçam 💙 "Heartstrings" collection featured in various exhibitions worldwide from 2013-2018. featuring embroidered lyrics into Turkish rugs. songs from Fiona Apple, Depeche Mode & so on! focused on interculturality, a complex celebration of her German & Turkish heritage.

my apologies ig

a conversation i read years ago that still twists the knife

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Forgive me for not knowing...

...but in the end, love will return in a different form.

...& their hieroglyphics struggled to enter the light. Then the words came back.

Then passed right by— and never knew.

The writer is always tricking the reader into listening to the dream.

...but we are responsible for our souls.

genuinely haven't been the same since reading this one

That mirror of my filth. But you. Live with hunger.

Funny poems >>>

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I said Bill, I believe this is killing me.

Sri Chinmoy

Fuck being a poet I wanna be a TikTok chick who never says what she means for fear of going unheard...

God loves. God wounds. God makes holes.

I have a million thoughts a day and none of them want to be poems.

creator unknown, but i'm feeling like they know me