Category: Writing and Poetry

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— by smearedredlipstick — 2 Kudos

Darling

I’m your darling And it’s strange coming from you  Strange, to hear you whisper it in my ear  You say it like it’s the first time But I’ve heard these words before Yet I can’t remember the last time I’ve heard them Neither the way it slipped from his mouth, That voice  It’s become nothing but a slight memory I’m your darling And it feels like I’ve never heard these words before Like I » Continue Reading

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— by zOmbiE400z xD1 Comment— 2 Kudos

Las manos que sangran

sostuve la cuerda como se sostiene el grito que nadie escucha. mis manos eran pájaros dormidos caían en espirales de sangre pero yo seguía atada a la herida » Continue Reading

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— by ~2 Comments

Finalmente é sábado!!!

ESPERAVA ESSE MOMENTO POR DIAS😔💥 FINALMENTE EU POSSO DORMIR O DIA TODO!  Apesar que não vale a pena ficar o dia inteiro deitada, de novo.. » Continue Reading

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— by Howl_TTM — 2 Kudos

God I Love Hay

Hay  as a object is a complete and resolute product, it is dependable, and quiet literally the best thing to happen on this damn planet. Being able to dry out grass and other plants and turn them into a nourishing product for animals and man alike is utterly breathtaking. You're telling me that animals can survive off 100% of this stuff alone in times of drought or winter? I could too? Not to ment... » Continue Reading

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— by astro girl — 3 Kudos

Love is complicated, but it shouldn't kill you.

People say that love is beautiful. Easy. But I do not believe that it is. I believe true love is when you are willing to argue with someone for days, maybe even weeks, and still decide to stay by their side. Now, there are some exceptions of course, but I believe that the only way something can work is by never giving up on it. Nothing was meant to be easy. And I don't think love is easy. With lov... » Continue Reading

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— by joshua1 Comment— 4 Kudos

"punch drunk," don't leave me now

mon. apr7 '25  late nights turn into early morning, i'm back to driving home at 3am. it makes me jealous how you can say everything you did and have it all mean nothing. when i wake up the words are just stains on the carpet i fell asleep on. you remember when i said i don't get hungover?  you're secondhand smoke but you're not letting me getting a contact high.  know i couldn't be anywhere else b... » Continue Reading

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— by ´à½€`altvini⋆✴︎˚。⋆1 Comment— 2 Kudos

Sombras do Passado

Brincaste com chamas, riste do afeto, jogaste com algo que não soubeste ter. Agora, nas sombras, gritas em ecos, mas já não há quem queira te ver. Foste ilusão, capricho vazio, um jogo imaturo, sem direção. E agora, ferida pelo próprio frio, atira indiretas ao vento em vão. Tiveste mil chances, mas sempre fugiste, trocaste carinho por vaidade e dor. Agora me vês em braços que quis, e » Continue Reading

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— by Kyurii

Preste atenção nos vagalumes

Às vezes, parece que só acendemos os olhos quando fogos de artifício explodem no céu. Esperamos os grandes momentos, os marcos da vida, como se fossem os únicos que valem a pena. Mas e o vagalume na noite escura? Ele não ilumina o mundo todo, mas ilumina o suficiente. A gente se esquece que a felicidade não está só nos fogos, nos troféus, nos discursos aplaudidos. Ela também está no cheiro de café... » Continue Reading

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— by tatjay — 1 Kudos

grieve: a poem

:root { --logo-blue: #; --darker-blue: #; --lighter-blue: #D8BCD5; --even-lighter-blue: #ccc; --lightest-blue: #b893be; --dark-orange: #333; --light-orange: #181818; --even-lighter » Continue Reading

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— by celainalinda1 Comment— 1 Kudos

pensamentos

eu queria poder parar de pensar. parar de pensar no passado, presente e futuro — principalmente o passado e o futuro — toda vez que minha cabeça encosta no travesseiro e estou prestes a fechar os olhos para dormir, todas aquelas memorias e sensações do passado voltam, e é horrível. toda vez que lembro, o sentimento de vergonha, raiva ou tristeza é mil vezes pior. eu queria entender se é o passado » Continue Reading

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