#tumblr poets

When you’re gone, every rain drop seems to drown me.

Every shadow casts an immortal darkness

Every glimmer of light seems to scald me.

When you’re gone, all the seasons happen at once and I am both hot and cold. Burning from the absence of your cool composure to soothe me. Freezing without the warmth of your smile to relieve me.

When you’re gone it is both night and day. I am a child scared to death of the darkness cowering in the corner trying to separate myself from the dark that your shining eyes used to transcend. In the daylight I struggle to steer clear of the scalding sun that used to be overshadowed by your cool and calming demeanor. Keeping me under a shadow of clear and blissful protection.

When you are here I am the blooming daisies of spring. Painting a portrait in a brisk and bright meadow. I am a Popsicle melting in the summer heat bright and sweet. A leaf painted with the pigments of fall, gently fluttering to the earth below. The first snowfall of winter crisp and refreshing. A piece of magic a mystery for the mindful eyes of a child sitting idly by the window.

When you are gone I am the thunderstorms that haunt the spring. My tears drench the daisies and leave them suffocated without light. I am the summer child left to stare at my melted ice treat. Left only to be covered in a sticky situation and scolded by my mother who told me not to indulge in sweets before settling down to dinner. An abundance of leaves coving the yard. I must be raked and hidden away. Leaving the yard immaculate. Away from the chaos of missing you. A blizzard that leaves the world hidden away under a thick sheet of ice. Cold and punishing.

When you are here, everything seems beautiful.

When you are gone, everything seems beautiful, except for me.

r.t.

i want a small, tight knit circle of poet friends.

i want to essentially create an informal poetry group to get to know other writers/poets where we can exchange feedback, writing resources, share inspiration and basically support each other, as writers and as individuals.

my primary goal with this group is for people like me (hopefully you’re out there) who don’t have a poetry circle of their own but really want to network, and hopefully aim to create lasting friendships. we’ll also have a public platform, a joint poetry blog (@/bruisedpeachsociety) where we showcase & highlight one another’s works + provide weekly prompts etc, and maybe even potentially work on some cool stuff like zines together. here’s the basics:

if you’d like to apply:

• you must be 18+ (sorry!)
• be willing to join our discord server (this will be our main platform) 
• be at least somewhat active within the group (a lot of these servers die as soon as they’re born, so this is kinda important)
• you’re genuinely keen on getting to know one another & looking for feedback + support on your work/willing to prove others w the same!
• reblog this post to help me spread the word and fill out the formbelow
• PLEASE TAKE A FEW MINUTES TO FILL OUT THIS FORM (note: the form is optional, and i’ll be accepting reblogs as entries as well, but it’s more preferable if you could do both!)

otherdetails:

• i want to keep it small (a maximum of 6-8 members 10 at max) 
• depending on the response this gets, i’ll be reblogging this post with an update. i’m not currently putting a deadline but just to have a basis (this might be extended) i’ll say valid roughly until november 9th.
• that’s pretty much it! 

if this fails to generate interest, oh well, it was worth a try.

—James Schuyler, from Hymn To Life

Marlanda Dekine-Sapient Soul, from Perhaps I Am a Fugitve of Empathy

—Salvador Plascencia, from The People Of Paper

—Louisa May Alcott, from Little Women

—Quyên Nguyễn-Hoàng, from Poet Statement

—Randall Mann, fromThe End Of Landscape

—Joanna Klink, from On Falling (Blue Spruce)

—Frank O'Hara, from Meditations In An Emergency

“i am overcome with

the feeling

that i am failing

at something

somewhere

in a very vague

and abstract

but terrifying and

convincing

kind of way;

i mourn not for what i have known

and lost

bur for that

which is lost

on me”

- d.c.

The mind always returns to places the heart can’t forget.

-Soulinkpoetry

Sinking my nails in his skin, carving paths of fire !

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The best 7 doctors are:

Sunshine

Air

Water

Diet

Exercise

Laughter

Rest

Nature can provide you with all 7. Go find peace and heal your soul.

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Music by Lauren Hill

I gotta find peace of mind

Sometimes you crave for your gentleman to not be so gentle. The right one knows the exact time when you need it.

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What women want, is a soul calm as the sea and a heart of a lion.

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To have another be there on your worst days and lift you up as if you’re weightless, is not to be taken lightly. It’s a blessing.

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When you have your priorities in order, it’s hard for them to question your loyalty.

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Bad decisions have consequences.

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I’ll always carry you with me.

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I’ll be the sea and you can be my sun.

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Rich is the one, that their heart is full with love.

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You thought you knew what intimacy felt like with someone and then someone comes along and reaches deep down into your soul and unlocks all the doors you’ve kept locked. After that it’s hard to settle for anything less.

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Alone in my case never means lonely. Me, myself and I, are best friends.

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You’re just having a bad day, not a bad life. Stay positive.

Dark chocolate has be proven to raise serotonin levels.

# chocoholic

When thoughts of you linger…..

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Feed her soul with beautiful words and roses will bloom.

Music by James Brown

This is a man’s world

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My soul wanders somewhere over the Aegean Sea. Enchanted by the lullaby her waves keep humming, it never leaves her side.

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I can do without a fancy dinner. Nestling in in arms, watching a movie, eating popcorn, feels like heaven for me.

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It’s our responsibility to heal ourselves, before our sharp edges start cutting people that get too close.

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| A GA PE |

Origin Greek

Definition

The highest form of love. Selfless, sacrificial, unconditional love that persists no matter what the circumstances are.

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# love knows of no boarders