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thoughtsfromb4 · 2 days

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There Is An Angel Who Sits Upon My Shoulder Who Goes By The Name Of Death

Preface: For the last day of mental health month, I wanted to share something I wrote that deals with some rather dark struggles. Struggles that I know others face as well. Struggles that I hope might be eased for just one person who reads this, even if only in the smallest way.

There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death, And though I cannot always see him, upon my neck I can always feel his breath As he whispers to me relentlessly, deftly using my soul’s own Shibboleth.

He is my phantasmagorical companion from which there has thus far been no escape, One who has no single voice nor form yet is somehow always horrific in his shape When my mind’s eye sees him lying in the darkest shadows of my brain's path-illogical landscape.

For while it may be hidden, we are locked in eternal battle, one to which we both are bound, And though the clashes rage on deep within, the fighting furious and yet without a sound, The hardest part is not the fighting, it is the feeling that there will never be any respite to be found.

This war is one without casualties but still with victims–its battles waged within the mind– But even having entreated aid from all my demons with any values I could trade in kind, I have yet to even dream of any type of peace accords to which we would both agree to bind.

But what I have paid in pain to learn in this seemingly Sisyphean struggle is that one cannot sit idly by, That every new assault of his is but an opportunity for me to learn new tactics that I can in future then apply. Thus I have vowed: Whatever new mental munitions he has in store for me, nor what deadly schemes I must yet defy– Though I know, like you, I too will one day meet my end, it shall be he who will be the first to die.

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bkozpoems · 17 hours

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Free Gaza!!

#Gaza #free gaza #gaza strip #palestine #free palestine #freepalastine🇵🇸#poetry #poem #original poem #poems on tumblr

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serhatdoganpoetry · 16 hours

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It was dark

My mind

Darker than everything in the world

#poetry #spilled ink #original writing #poets on tumblr #original poem #artists on tumblr #love #original poetry #my poem #life

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manoelt-finisterrae · 3 days

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corpo incesante

doce e lindo lá a nada si solpor ou albor dado de amor. sosegado derrotar muller home vida inimiga perfección de estar

#finisterrae #atlantic ocean #minimalism #fotógrafos galegos #original poem #galego

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hope-husband-long · 2 days

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#magic #thick babe #星名美津紀 #one direction #lgbtpride #recipe #shang chi #soyneiva #ts4 lookbook #hobi #ally brooke #ps5 #akatsuki no yona #artwork #original poem

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peaceishim · 2 days

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(via twitter)

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skylark-234 · 1 day

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"I have lost friends, some by death, others through sheer inability to cross the street."

Virginia wolf

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crowleys-bentley-and-plants · 3 days

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You Taste Bittersweet

Anxious bitterness drinks me in Chanting delicacies Or maybe sin Gorgeous chaos keeps me hooked I cannot escape The poison I took And no one has forced me To look the sun in the eyes So how can I blame you For my sweet demise?

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exam week is over im back baby (literally made this poem because of the sprint game and not because i had the energy for it lmao i love you guys you know who you are)

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#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #good omens poem #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #go2 #original poem #fridge poetry

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words-never-spoken · 2 days

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i would read you all my poetry

spill my soul out for you

prick my fingers with a pen

and write with my blood and bruise

and i would give you all i had

just to watch you throw it all away

and i'd whisper "i'm sorry"

as i beg you to stay

-k.c.

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storytimewriting · 1 day

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I never knew love to be gentle until I was loved by you.

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theparanoidpawn · 3 days

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Once i care i don't leave , once i leave i don't care!

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mytalesandyou · 21 hours

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lucianjablonsky · 2 days

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Consumed by desire

Fingers dig into flesh, a primal need, As bodies writhe, hungry with greed Lust's flame burns hot, an inferno's dance, Consumed by desire's relentless advance ~ For Your Pleasure

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sanddollarpoems · 3 days

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Your world

All the things that are so familiar to you

So new and different for me

But I watch you settle in

And I watch you remember

All the things you used to be

And I know how much you've expanded

To fit in to me

#sanddollarpoems #spilled ink #poem #writeblr #original poem #poetry #quick write #shorties

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aglimmerr · 2 days

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I’ve been so unmotivated but still somehow managed to write smth, been thinking a lot about those girls who just never leave their hometowns and explore the world, whether because they don’t want to or they can’t, either way it’s kinda sad

also been thinking about how it may be wrong to want to write based on a half made up character with (sort like vintage western girly) american vibes but then again i think of how many famous people profit off of impersonating latin people when they are not even from south america so it’s okay ig 😭

anyway, i just keep on dwelling on what name would suit me better if i ever became an artist because my actual name is not it

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thepathetickind · 19 hours

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I saw your face, but there are no butterflies in my stomach,

by laurenmaerie, ‘to keep a piece’

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