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DEAR YOU, | ✓ by wraithed
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goodbye, my love.
how the words come by catarinehancock
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"this is the poetry that has come from finally realizing it is okay to be okay but also not okay at the same time." ~ 'how the words come' tells the story of overcoming the aftermath of an emotionally abusive relationship. the book is separated into two parts. the first part, titled 'the broken and the bruised' delves into the pain and heartbreak one feels while dealing with the trauma an abuser leaves in their wake. the second part, titled ' the happy and the healed' is filled with lighter, positive, and empowering poetry, embodying the strength and joy one finds in new love and in healing. there are also pieces covering topics like feminism, gun control, the act of writing itself, and self-love throughout the entire collection. for more of catarine hancock's poetry, check out her instagram: @catarinehancock
menace  by fransokyo
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i am jealous of anyone who has ever touched you
EARTHFLOW by vangohs
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boyhood, withering beneath a wild sky (#37 in poetry 12/11/17) © vangohs, 2017
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creating constellations by writewithmae
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an abundance of space metaphors and you. #1 in poetry 6/7/16
Mesmeric Youth ✓ by mafloys
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I kiss your eyes so you will recognise me 2016, adriana © (p #48 - 140117)
romanticism of monsters by meandegreen
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careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.
FEBRUARY CHILDREN by antiopes
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my poetry smells like mint and lemon and tells all the white boys to fuck off ©KELLY2017