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They say, Distance is a ribbon fastened to erasers, I hold pencils like stars to draw light years. That comets are mere illusions, Showing love stories with faded tails, But for me, It's the distance between stars, two lips can chase. ©Sagarika🍁

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introvertinmumbai. \"Tenants\" ❤️✨
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Wrote this a while back but somehow never ended up p

"Tenants" ❤️✨ ... Wrote this a while back but somehow never ended up posting 😅🙈

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fergalthomas. feeling lost creatively rn and i hate waiting for theses phases to pas

feeling lost creatively rn and i hate waiting for theses phases to pass but the sun will always rise. 🕊

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aliterarysoul. [TW: Rape, Trauma.]⁣⁣
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And then I shut the door with my hands, slowl

[TW: Rape, Trauma.]⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ And then I shut the door with my hands, slowly, yet as fast as I could. Outside, the trumpet blows so loud my Nani's ears hurt. The vendor serves burnt pancakes to the children. A chandelier falls off the ceiling just to intimidate the guests. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ He goes farther and farther away, out of my sight. No, no. Maybe it's just my eyes are losing their vision. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Inside, I lie on the floor with my mouth open. This moment bounces onto my tongue, performs a candlelight date with my sadistic past. My lips are decorated with a lipstick made of men's ghastly kisses. A red gown covering my skin, but clothes aren't enough to not make me feel naked. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Amid my thighs, a movie is playing. They remove my peace's pants. They tear off my innocence's bra. They bite the neck of my consent. I learn that being a woman and being a toy are almost the same things. It's just that being a woman, sometimes hurts.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ They come inside me. I scream. ⁣⁣ They come inside me. I groan.⁣⁣ But the world has deaf ears. ⁣⁣ My body is an act of violence. My life, a demand for justice. Why I cannot remember the last time when my heart wasn't broken?⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ That night is back again to sleep on my chest. Everything is terrifying. The heaven is a whorehouse governed by God. Prayers are sex songs angels listen to while fucking in a church. All that looks at me have lustful eyes. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ My father is afraid and hides inside the flowerpot that sits under the table. I water him. He shivers. I water him. He shrinks. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Maa appears with a bucket overflowing with virginity. She buries my head in and out. In and out. In and out. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ "Maa, he is gone and I am not sorry for it."⁣⁣ She breaks down and hugs her daughter. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ How your wedding night looks like when the groom runs away. Because sadly, he just found out that you were gang-raped. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ © Prashant⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Photo by Agata Pospieszynska⁣

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alluring_poetess. Published a few  my poems : \"The Last Time !
Here beside me!
Drip, Dro

Published a few my poems : "The Last Time ! Here beside me! Drip, Drop, Splash ! in the Anthology titled "Nostalgia: Story of Past "💙 Compiled by Khushi Verma Thank you! @khushiprakash39 💙 ➡SWIPE LEFT⬅ #poetry #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #poetrytribe #poetryofinstagram #writerscommunity #writers #authors #publishers #igwriters #igpoets #poetrylovers #poetryislife #poetryporn #writerslife #writersandauthors #poetsandwriters

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Without you the days are now a blur, without you the emotions are left unstirred, without you the distance grows on me, without you there's nowhere I'd rather be . . . . . . . . Artwork: Holden . #poetryisnotdead #writersofinstagram #writerscommunity #prismpoetry #poetrygram #poetrytribe #artlixirpoetry #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #wordporn #poetryporn #typewriterpoetry #poetryofinstagram #poetryofig

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soulofdivya. What passes off as professionalism these days. @soulofdivya

What passes off as professionalism these days. @soulofdivya

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romancinglife. ‘Life’
A home, you said
you wanted a home 
in which to live and breath

‘Life’ A home, you said you wanted a home in which to live and breath. So, I let you roam free, and you roamed from ocean to ocean, sea to sea, drinking from ancient wells and deeps. Travelling from city to city, from village to village, country to country, wandering every street. No place you deemed enough to call home Until you came across a drop of water, an aftermath of freshly fallen rain; A drop of dew on a rose leaf, and it was enough to be your final resting place. . . . . . . . •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• #romancinglife #poetry #prose #poem #creativewriting #spilledink #wordsmith #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poetryofinstagram #poetryofig #writersofig #poetsofig #poetrycommunity #poetrysociety #poetssociety #wordporn #writerscommunity #writingcommunity #igwriters #torontoartists #wordofig #bookstgram #positivethinking #writing #wordwithqueens #poetryisnotdead #canadianwriter #poetrytribe #poetryinmotion

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soulofdivya. A-ok 👌 @soulofdivya

A-ok 👌 @soulofdivya

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krybaby.art. ________________________________________ 🌸 Please tag if you repost �

________________________________________ 🌸 Please tag if you repost 🌸@krybaby.art #krybabyart ☆*゚♡。゚(♥ó㉨ò)ノ♡( ੭⌯᷄௰⌯᷅ ू’l|)。゚♡ ° ☆

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Broken⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ . I flinch at the slight touch of skin, for that reminds me of the hands of my culprit I cry myself to sleep each night even though I know it wasn't me who was wrong. I have nightmares of that moment everytime I close my eyes. There isn't a day I don't feel guilty. Guilty, that I have been silent for so long. Guilty, that I couldn't see him suffer enough Guilty, that he who violated me is free I feel lost. I feel anger course through my veins. Anger, at people who judge me for who I am Anger, at them for not supporting me Anger, for they do not understand the intensity of my suffering or my pain Angee, that they have no clue how broken I am. Broken to the core, for I do not know what it feels to be loved and cared. Broken, for no one ever told me its OK to not be OK. Broken, for no one loves me for who I am. But, through all this fear, guilt, hatred and anger I have learnt to move on. To let go the past and create a new world of my own. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Created on: Canva⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Illustration: Pinterest (Artist Unknown) ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Words by: @lifettroves by Amrita⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #poem #poetry #poet #poemsofinstagram #poetryofinstagram #instapoets #poetrytribe #spilledink #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #poemporn #wordporn #quote #quoteoftheday⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #poetess #amritaswritings #lifettroves #poetrybyamrita #lifettrovesbyamrita #herwordisgold #herheartpoetry #untwineme #heartofpoets #tranquilpoetry #tripodstories #bymepoetryasia #omypoetry #poetsofindia #broken #metoo

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La sabiduría Consiste en saber irse cuando ya No te sientas deseado(a). . Siempre con una sonrisa, Sin amargura. . Dar las gracias, Por las buenas, Por las malas, Nada menos, nada más. . - Lady K. ~ #nochesdepoemas #quoteoftheday #qotd #poet #poetryoftheday #picoftheday #acciónpoética #frases #amoleer #poemas #poesía #poetry #escritos #wordporn #poetryporn #poetrylovers #microcuento #poem #poemoftheday #poetrytribe #writersden #photography #inspiration #wordsmith #spilledink #spokenword #poetryisnotdead #mindfulness #inspiration #instafrases #instapoesía

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solareclipsepoetry. damaging myself and others around me
just to fit in
to this damaged wo

damaging myself and others around me just to fit in to this damaged world #explorepage

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tearsofword. @tearsofword 🍁

@tearsofword 🍁

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shelleyisapoet. “I can do all things through him who strengthens me” Philippians 4:13

“I can do all things through him who strengthens me” Philippians 4:13 “He gives power to the faint, and to him who has no might he increases strength. Even youths shall faint and be weary, and young men shall fall exhausted; but they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint” Isaiah 40:29-31 “This is the victory that has overcome the world - our faith” 1 John 5:4

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herselfannie. [What a poem holds?]⁣
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I. Sunset as line breaks. Purple skies and ora

[What a poem holds?]⁣ ⁣ I. Sunset as line breaks. Purple skies and orange shaded streaks smeared across the palette to rhyme with the sorrow buried on far fetched lands. ⁣ ⁣ II. Green glass shards, drip red teeth, wildflower bruises and the blood that refuses to dry off your hands. ⁣ ⁣ III. Rebuilding and healing, cowardice and miracle. A poem holds everything you called your own and everything you hide from it, concealed in metaphors that speak of war-like nostalgia. ⁣ ⁣ IV. A poem holds souvenirs coughing up borrowed time so when the clock is biased and its hands are fetching darkness by the collar, ask a poem to open its palms and let it caress your face. ⁣ ⁣ V. A poem holds dissolved oxygen morphed into eloquent syllables and chipped verses so when the world shuts itself on you, turn to a poem, it can keep you alive. ⁣ ⁣ ©Annie _________ #communityofpoets #poetscorner #poetsociety #writersconnection #readwriteunite #writersunite #poetrytribe #poetryforthesoul #herwordisgold #bleedingsoulpoetry #spilledinkpoetry #poetsofinsta #poemgasm #illogicalpoemworld #engravedink #heartwrds #theliteralscript #poetryfoundation #poetryclub #poemsindia #artistssupportingartists #artistsunite #artlovers ⁣ ⁣

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Having a strong mind is more important than being physically astute. • Drop a 💚 if you liked this post.

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