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  • Of all the things I’ve done, unconsciously harming myself is my biggest fault. I had no idea how much pain I cause myself with my own acceptances, choices, words and deeds - along with others. It took awhile for me to see that I had a hand in my own demise. I’m my own worst enemy…

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  • Some storms don’t need to resist them or to face them. These need you to lay your back and let them pass.

    —Aphroditee 💜

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    𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴

    𝘠𝘦𝘵 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

    𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥

    𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦

    𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘐 𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳

    𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳

    𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘺

    𝘈𝘴 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦

    𝘌𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

    𝘐𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺

    𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺

    𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘺

    𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦

    𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦

    𝘏𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴

    𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦.


    Original poem by Farhymes

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  • I wonder if this emptiness will ever go away if someday I will finally stop feeling like something is missing, I hope the next time I look for some warmth a hand will reach mine.

    -brokenstone

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  • So, tell me. Have I seeped into the cracks of your soul? The ones that define you. The ones that completely destroy you. I want the thought of me to be in your bones, so deep you can’t shake it. Broken femur, spitting out split ends of bone shards. Can you feel me yet?

    #words #poets on tumblr #short poem#pain#bones#poemblr#writeaway #my minds a fucking place #my words
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  • I was over your incessant lies and selfish ways, so be gone vanish from my life, I pray our paths never cross again.

    #my poetry #poets on tumblr #poemsdaily #relief goodbyetoxic writer #writeaway#moving on
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  • The static of the old radio filled the dusty, hot apartment.

    Wiping the sweat off my forehead, I glanced out of the kitchen window,

    while the teapot was left to boil, the fumes coming out of it in cloudy fogs.

    In the distance I heard the sound of sneakers scuffle across the cobbled ground, and I turned my head just in time to catch a glimpse of the kids as they ran, ran, ran,

    almost outrunning time itself with their youth and childish carelessness.

    They skipped in their steps then slipped and scrapped their knees,

    but still got up and said, let’s play hide and seek.

    And for a second, I was taken back.

    For a moment, I was with them again, my cheeks rounder, my eyes wider.

    For a heartbeat, time gave back what it took.

    Then the suspension broke, by the loud whining of the teapot, and reality did not hesitate to take back its control.

    Yet as the radio settled on a channel, and I filled my cup to the brim, the afternoon summer sun seemed to grow just a tad-bit dim.

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  • I want to unbutton your mind, undressed your heart and fall in love with your naked soul.

    - Atlantis (@poetryatlantis on instagram)

    #writeaway #late night scribbles #poetryatlantis #poets on tumblr #quotes#prose #writers on tumblr #spilled poetry #dead poets society #poets corner #fall in love #howtolove#about love#aboutlastnight#love poem#dark academia
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    Here’s your daily hard to swallow pill!

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  • Honestly, I try to clean my heart just like my hands. When a mess is made, I pour out water, hoping to wash away my sins. My turmoil soul is then purified as I repent of my ways — through lathered soaped up prayers and salted tears wiped by clothes. But, for some reason, after a little time has passed and I settle back into my ways… I find myself back in the same position — working with my hands, with the same problem — making a bigger mess, doing the same thing again — trying to wash away all traces of these moments. When will I learn — you can’t hand wash a heart…

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  • My mind is screaming so loud I can’t hear another sound on the inside I’m pulling my hair so hard I have pieces of it in my fist and it only makes me want to scream louder HEAR ME, HEAR ME but you won’t, I won’t let it come out, cuz you don’t care enough so why bother.

    -brokenstone

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  • Πράξεις

    Σιωπή, προσδοκώ σιωπή. Παρακαλώ κύριοι, σιωπή! Σιωπή για να ακούσουμε. Ησυχία, έρχεται και θα μας πάρει μαζί του. Ο αντίλαλος από τις αποτρόπαιες πράξεις μας και αυτό που έμεινε εν τέλει, ένα μαύρο πηχτό μελάνι, ένα μαύρο ζουμί για να καλύψει οποιοδήποτε ίχνος λευκού πάνω στα πούπουλα της χηνας.

    Τα κατάφερα κύριοι και τώρα που κείτεστε άφωνοι και χλωμοί στο δάπεδο μακάρι ο όχλος να σας συγχωρέσει και να μη βιάσει τα νεκρά σας σωματα. Ο βιασμενος δεν κοιμάται ποτέ άλλωστε και αυτή η πίκρα της ανήσυχης αναζήτησης για γαλήνη θα σας κυνηγά για πάντα στη μαύρη πισίνα που πλέετε…

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  • Don’t you just love getting your heart broken, get cheated on basically, becoming a victim in a situation, having no due time to process that traumatic experience and THAN be thrown into another situation where im the bad guy and where my name and reputation is being slandered because I wasnt ready for “commitment” when I made it very apparent I wasnt in the right mindset to be making any decisions AND even though i was just with someone for 3 years and was still in love with them. They knew what was going on and yet they still pursued and pushed to be something so fast.


    I blame myself for replying to that first message, but excuse me for liking that someone was at least willing to talk to me in a desperate, lonely time and willing to listen, I definitely had a moment of weakness and I was naive to think they just wanted to be friends and listen to me vent and I get they were trying to reach out and be nice but yet i have a feeling they always wanted it to become something more than just friends, even though that’s what I needed and I honestly dont know whos the selfish one in that situation. I have nothing against them, I just know we aren’t meant to be together, just cause we like similar dumb shit. Relationships are a lot more than that.

    Of course in hopes of being loved back, the unloved will always love first.

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  • “Today’s reminder is called: Reasons To Stay Alive.

    Let’s remind each other of why we’re still alive and why we’re pushing through every single day.

    Knowing that it’s okay to live for external things even if it’s temporary. If you’re in a dark place right now and you can’t stay alive for yourself, try to stay alive for whatever needs you.

    It’s okay to live for your pets, live for your bestfriend or even your plants.

    Live for anything that may need you until the day comes when you start living for yourself.

    Please hang in there and find reasons to stay alive.”

    -Rahma Djebbari.

    #mentalheathawareness#selflovejourney#self love#self care #note to self #positive mental attitude #writing #excerpt from a story i'll never write #writeaway#writblr#my writing
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  • Why don’t we just fall recklessly in love?

    - Atlantis (@poetryatlantis on instagram)

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  • CHARACTER EXPLORATION FOR:

    MUJUN YUKIO



    “Statement of Mujun Yukio 2013 February 16th.”



    “February 16th, 2013. Two days after the date of love…such a strange thing that is, it appears on our calendars, but no one celebrates the so called ‘holiday'…love, it’s seems like a pointless thing to pursue. Keeping one individual for yourself, not allowing them to have special conditions you have with each other with other people. What’s the point? You endlessly wait until you fulfill your purpose, having children, and even if you can’t you stay with the same person, leaving causes complications. Is there truly such thing as love?


    A deep connection to another human being?


    Nothing is a deep connection, survival is key, it’s not personal but i am under no obligation to protect or risk my life for another person who i happen to like. Nobody will ever underatand your minds every nook and cranny, no one will accept everything about you. And they’ll end up leaving and dying, love is a construct, we say we have deep connections with each other, to cover up the fact we are selfish monsters only looking out for number 1.


    We hide behind a construct of things like 'love’ to keep our 'humanity’, but how did that word get that definition? 'humanity’. Humanity is not sympathy or sorrow for another, it is sympathy for yourself, that the chemicals in your brain may react in a way disrupting our survival, we have sorrow that the person who is weeping might hinder our life span. Love isn’t real—–”


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    Numbly, the stick built man shambled down the street, the petrichor was strong as he stepped in a few puddles, his bare feet getting wet and dirty from the rain water.


    He turned the corner, faint yells and strikes–the normal sounds of the night, echoing in the distance.


    He stared down at his pale feet, stepping in the wet spots on the bloody and broken sidewalk.


    The casual smell of iron mixed much stronger from the rainy atmosphere in the air. His black orbs narrowed and he stretched his bony digits.


    He swirled around and stood tense, a rapid tapping noise coming closer.


    He spun round and round, confused where the sound emitted, until some small weight crashed into his waist.


    Below him, was a sobbing little boy drenched in blood, he stared down at the boy, amused and concerned.

    The boys eyes went the size of dots, his lips trembling and his pupils changing direction quickly.


    The boy backed away slowly, picking up space.


    Then he saw a man emerge from the same place the child did, and he was hauling it to the boy.


    Mujun sighed in contempt, his eyes and being festering with disgust. He reached up and twirled his hair, closing his eyes and simply walking to the boy.


    With one quick move, he threw the boy behind, turning and pivoting to the side once the glistening blade tried to slice him. He easily grabbed the mans grip, crushing his wrist and pulling him foward, kicking him in the mid section.


    The man hacked, pulling away from Mujun, yet Mujun’s grip was inescapable, in the blink of an eye, the knife was taken from his hand and plunged into his chest, he let the man go and he stumbled back, his tank top blood soaked. But before he hit the ground, Mujun yanked him forward and pushed his neck in the other direction, a crack resonating on the street. He flopped on the floor and Mujun turned to the boy, who stared at him in fear and admiration. holding out his hand, Mujun softly grinned.


    “Come on.”



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    “It is an illusion, a lie we tell ourselves; we all are just selfish, wanting to be wanted, not fully caring for the person we pursue. We all are narcissists and self deprecators, scared we are unlovable so we seek it out, we do things to make people crave us, until they do, and we like to be selfish and keep them to ourselves, telling them honey lies…what a sad lie we have created.”


    “End of statement.”

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  • 9:30 AM

    the morning light - soft and fragile -

    scatters across her velvety skin

    and entwines its shade of molten gold

    into her flaxen hair.


    her lover lies next to her,

    their breaths mingle,

    as whispers of ardour hang in the air.


    they gaze into each other’s eyes as they speak

    and gazes soon evanesce to smiles.

    smiles promptly rendered into laughs

    and laughs then dissipate into kisses,

    as sweet and easy as honey,

    drizzling down their skin in a kind

    of ectasy.

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  • I had your back, but somewhere along the way when mine was turned you stabbed it.

    #poetry #dead poets society #writeaway#writing#writers #excerpts from my writing
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