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Our love keeps growing.
I’m sorry I can’t be there for you...
even more than usual.
Hope in the eyes.
I miss missing you.
Waiting for you to want me.
☕️☠️
These lil 2.5”x3.5” ACEO/art trading card sized paintings are now available in my shop, link on profile.
Painted with water-soluble graphite, ink, my emo heart & coffee.

Our love keeps growing. I’m sorry I can’t be there for you... even more than usual. Hope in the eyes. I miss missing you. Waiting for you to want me. ☕️☠️ These lil 2.5”x3.5” ACEO/art trading card sized paintings are now available in my shop, link on profile. Painted with water-soluble graphite, ink, my emo heart & coffee.

Type four friends: sometimes we can idealize and romanticize a person into someone that they in reality aren’t. The best advice I received about this is to enjoy the imperfections of life, and allow room for growth in relationships. There is so much beauty in the in between. 🖤
#poetsofinstagram #enneagram #life #idealize #romantic #individualist #love #typefourvibes

Type four friends: sometimes we can idealize and romanticize a person into someone that they in reality aren’t. The best advice I received about this is to enjoy the imperfections of life, and allow room for growth in relationships. There is so much beauty in the in between. 🖤 #poetsofinstagram #enneagram #life #idealize #romantic #individualist #love #typefourvibes

Stony sentinels stand straight and tall,
With a story to tell for one and all.
But who will stop a while and listen,
As Icy crystals blink and glisten.
I feel you there, oh lovely soul,
Standing guard and on patrol.
I come in peace and wish no harm,
I was drawn to your somber charm.
These lonely stones are all that remains,
Of earthly joys and labor pains.
Chiseled with the greatest care,
To commemorate who’s lying there.
The silent winds they filter through,
And when they’re done they bid adieu,
My footprints will fade as time goes on,
And like the wind i will be gone.
But as you in your slumber sleep,
Your memory I will surely keep.
And even when like you I've passed,
Your memory will surely last.
Andrea Price-Johnson 2/1/2019
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#poetry #poetryofinstagram #creativewriting #cemetery #inremembrance #inhonorof #cemeterylovers #emopoetry #history #revolutionarywar #sacredground #winterishere #graveyard #solice #ghoststory #newenglandliving #poetrycommunity #poetryoftheday

Stony sentinels stand straight and tall, With a story to tell for one and all. But who will stop a while and listen, As Icy crystals blink and glisten. I feel you there, oh lovely soul, Standing guard and on patrol. I come in peace and wish no harm, I was drawn to your somber charm. These lonely stones are all that remains, Of earthly joys and labor pains. Chiseled with the greatest care, To commemorate who’s lying there. The silent winds they filter through, And when they’re done they bid adieu, My footprints will fade as time goes on, And like the wind i will be gone. But as you in your slumber sleep, Your memory I will surely keep. And even when like you I've passed, Your memory will surely last. Andrea Price-Johnson 2/1/2019 . . #poetry #poetryofinstagram #creativewriting #cemetery #inremembrance #inhonorof #cemeterylovers #emopoetry #history #revolutionarywar #sacredground #winterishere #graveyard #solice #ghoststory #newenglandliving #poetrycommunity #poetryoftheday

'The Lonliest People Are The Kindest.
The Saddest People Smile The Brightest.
The Most Damaged People Are The Wisest.
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-from a naruto pic
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#poem #poetry #emo #black #emopoem #emopoetry #emogirl #emohair #emoclothes #blackclothes #blacknails #girl #sweet #cute #love #instaphoto #scene #scenehair #scenegirl #goth #gothic #gothgirl #alternative #alternativegirl #sad #naruto #smile #rickandmorty #manga #anime

'The Lonliest People Are The Kindest. The Saddest People Smile The Brightest. The Most Damaged People Are The Wisest. . -from a naruto pic . . . . #poem #poetry #emo #black #emopoem #emopoetry #emogirl #emohair #emoclothes #blackclothes #blacknails #girl #sweet #cute #love #instaphoto #scene #scenehair #scenegirl #goth #gothic #gothgirl #alternative #alternativegirl #sad #naruto #smile #rickandmorty #manga #anime

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でも大丈夫💞✨

でも大丈夫💞✨

Feeling Creative and Reflective. ✏✏✏ Poem originally written by Rose O Fletch and adapted by me. #poetry #emopoetry #writersworkshop #writingtherapy #feelings #expressyourself 🦋

Feeling Creative and Reflective. ✏✏✏ Poem originally written by Rose O Fletch and adapted by me. #poetry #emopoetry #writersworkshop #writingtherapy #feelings #expressyourself 🦋

Inside the piano, behind the hammer, Beyond the dust I see all the colors . I sense all the vibration . Shakes me to my core . Melody is there . Arranging it is the hard part . #piano#pianodreams#emopoetry#vibration#pianomusic#feelingemo#

Inside the piano, behind the hammer, Beyond the dust I see all the colors . I sense all the vibration . Shakes me to my core . Melody is there . Arranging it is the hard part . #piano #pianodreams #emopoetry #vibration #pianomusic #feelingemo#

This is intentionally unformatted and this is my first time posting anything like this so helpful, constructive criticism only pls 💗
#poetry #poetrycommunity #poets #poetryworkshop #poem #poetryporn #sadpoetry #emotionalpoetry #emopoetry

This is intentionally unformatted and this is my first time posting anything like this so helpful, constructive criticism only pls 💗 #poetry #poetrycommunity #poets #poetryworkshop #poem #poetryporn #sadpoetry #emotionalpoetry #emopoetry

'Little Jeff was all but deaf, and havoc this would wreak. Shame he thought the game was called 'Formaldehyde & Seek''

'Little Jeff was all but deaf, and havoc this would wreak. Shame he thought the game was called 'Formaldehyde & Seek''

Pain In My Art:
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You've never been broke or broke but I've been both.
I've had my heart inside of my throat.
I've been evicted from my throne.
I've been mutineered and left to drown.
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You've never been wounded but I'm scarred.
There's pain in my art.
There's blood on my pen.
There's flesh on my blade from my wrists that I carved.
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You've never been me
and I'll never be myself again.
I thought trading places was free
but to switch with my reflection requires strength.
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#Art #ArtistsOnInstagram #Carifta2019 #ComeBack #Emo #EmoPoetry #Fear #GothicPoetry #IGpoets #InnerPeace #InstaGood #InstaGoth #InstaPoetry #JamaicanPoetry #Me #Pain #Poem #PoemsPorn #Poet #PoetryCommunity #PoetsOfInstagram #Poetry #Reflection #Resilience #Self #SelfLove #Strength #SundayFunday #WordPorn #WritersOfInstagram

Pain In My Art: • • • \ / __ You've never been broke or broke but I've been both. I've had my heart inside of my throat. I've been evicted from my throne. I've been mutineered and left to drown. ° ° ° ° You've never been wounded but I'm scarred. There's pain in my art. There's blood on my pen. There's flesh on my blade from my wrists that I carved. ° ° ° ° ° You've never been me and I'll never be myself again. I thought trading places was free but to switch with my reflection requires strength. ________________________________________ ________________________________________ #Art #ArtistsOnInstagram #Carifta2019 #ComeBack #Emo #EmoPoetry #Fear #GothicPoetry #IGpoets #InnerPeace #InstaGood #InstaGoth #InstaPoetry #JamaicanPoetry #Me #Pain #Poem #PoemsPorn #Poet #PoetryCommunity #PoetsOfInstagram #Poetry #Reflection #Resilience #Self #SelfLove #Strength #SundayFunday #WordPorn #WritersOfInstagram

私はあなたに知ってほしい 🍂

私はあなたに知ってほしい 🍂

It's poetry time, Boys & Girls.
(I fucking hate my poetry...btw)
So please join me in vomiting up the dinner you had last night as I slam this EMO POETRY into your available orifices. ~by your insomniac friend Finchi.
(Hilarously-depreciating comments only)
#PinchiFinchi😈
#FinchiMcQueen💋
#poetry
#poetrySLAM
#SometimesIRHYMEslow
#SometimesIRHYMEquick
#emo
#emoPoetry

It's poetry time, Boys & Girls. (I fucking hate my poetry...btw) So please join me in vomiting up the dinner you had last night as I slam this EMO POETRY into your available orifices. ~by your insomniac friend Finchi. (Hilarously-depreciating comments only) #PinchiFinchi😈 #FinchiMcQueen💋 #poetry #poetrySLAM #SometimesIRHYMEslow #SometimesIRHYMEquick #emo #emoPoetry

A Fall Of Grace
A death of life, a death of love. A sunken ship of dreams scraping the innards of an unseen ocean, black and unknowingly killing the moonlight of a new dream still wet in opalescent placenta, a shade of dreams thick and as powerful as any sun. The flame of your soul is frozen, it’s shape a corpuscule of wanton greed, the dark light of a dark night.
#poet #poetry #writer #poem #love #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poems #writing #quotes #art #words #writerscommunity #wordporn #sad #writersofig #emopoetry #lovequotes #quote #rebirth #instagram #artist #poetryporn #death

A Fall Of Grace A death of life, a death of love. A sunken ship of dreams scraping the innards of an unseen ocean, black and unknowingly killing the moonlight of a new dream still wet in opalescent placenta, a shade of dreams thick and as powerful as any sun. The flame of your soul is frozen, it’s shape a corpuscule of wanton greed, the dark light of a dark night. #poet #poetry #writer #poem #love #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poems #writing #quotes #art #words #writerscommunity #wordporn #sad #writersofig #emopoetry #lovequotes #quote #rebirth #instagram #artist #poetryporn #death

Resurrection:
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I died ages ago.
I was buried in memories that attack me every now and then.
My funeral was attended by regret and it's friends.
I rose but I was murdered and buried again.
A rosary in my grave
and blood in my pen.
I wrote my way out of that pen
and death no longer had me entrenched. -
I died ages ago.
Bullet wounds; heart. Severance; head.
To me I'm resurrected
I was six feet six and never rested.
Yes, even while I lay at Meadowrest; dead,
where I was absent from minds like the stench of fresh eggs.
Exhumation came when the flames and my flesh wed
and I was captivated by the way fire had everyone in Hell arrested.
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I died ages ago.
I endured pain with a goal
when I was placed in a hole.
It was dark but what was amazing is I glowed.
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I died.
Now I live.
My mind's
now affixed
on my lifeline's
empowering.
I'd smile
but for what reason???
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#Art #ArtistsOnInstagram #Beautiful #BeautifulDeath #Death #Emo #EmoPoetry #Flawed #GothicPoetry #Heart #Hurt #IGpoets #IGwriters #InnerPeace #InstaGoth #InstaPoetry #ISurvived #JamaicanPoetry #MentalHealthAwareness #Pain #Poem #PoemsPorn #Poet #PoetryCommunity #PoetsOfInstagram #Poetry #Resilience #TrueFeelings #WordPorn #WritersOfInstagram

Resurrection: \ / \ / — I died ages ago. I was buried in memories that attack me every now and then. My funeral was attended by regret and it's friends. I rose but I was murdered and buried again. A rosary in my grave and blood in my pen. I wrote my way out of that pen and death no longer had me entrenched. - I died ages ago. Bullet wounds; heart. Severance; head. To me I'm resurrected I was six feet six and never rested. Yes, even while I lay at Meadowrest; dead, where I was absent from minds like the stench of fresh eggs. Exhumation came when the flames and my flesh wed and I was captivated by the way fire had everyone in Hell arrested. _____________________________________ I died ages ago. I endured pain with a goal when I was placed in a hole. It was dark but what was amazing is I glowed. _____________________________________ I died. Now I live. My mind's now affixed on my lifeline's empowering. I'd smile but for what reason??? . . . . . °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° #Art #ArtistsOnInstagram #Beautiful #BeautifulDeath #Death #Emo #EmoPoetry #Flawed #GothicPoetry #Heart #Hurt #IGpoets #IGwriters #InnerPeace #InstaGoth #InstaPoetry #ISurvived #JamaicanPoetry #MentalHealthAwareness #Pain #Poem #PoemsPorn #Poet #PoetryCommunity #PoetsOfInstagram #Poetry #Resilience #TrueFeelings #WordPorn #WritersOfInstagram

Dripping out of one ear.
Landing in the dust.
Rolling in the dirt.
Playing dead.
For all the good people.
Black pudding and crispbread.
Bela Lugosi's deaf.
Lamentations on a ducks back.
Jolly Roger up the flagpole.
It all amounts to naught.
One footstep infront of the other.
Mythical sandals on my feet.
I cross over the river.
And back again.
Always to deliver in mysterious ways.
I am wax in the hive.
Holding it together.
Never celebrated.
Devine.
#poetry #hackpoet #emopoetry #writing #wax #poem #poems

Dripping out of one ear. Landing in the dust. Rolling in the dirt. Playing dead. For all the good people. Black pudding and crispbread. Bela Lugosi's deaf. Lamentations on a ducks back. Jolly Roger up the flagpole. It all amounts to naught. One footstep infront of the other. Mythical sandals on my feet. I cross over the river. And back again. Always to deliver in mysterious ways. I am wax in the hive. Holding it together. Never celebrated. Devine. #poetry #hackpoet #emopoetry #writing #wax #poem #poems

I’m REAL excited to be doing Spokane Zinefest (with @jazminemakesstuff) for the first time ever. Here is a sneak peak of the fourth page from Spinster, a zine of bad poems and worse art.
#zine #zinefest #emopoetry #shittyart #printdesign #thankyouforyourtime

I’m REAL excited to be doing Spokane Zinefest (with @jazminemakesstuff ) for the first time ever. Here is a sneak peak of the fourth page from Spinster, a zine of bad poems and worse art. #zine #zinefest #emopoetry #shittyart #printdesign #thankyouforyourtime

Two sides.
Protective prison.
Blow the horns.
Watch them fall.
Fear incarnate.
#hackpoet #walls #poetry #emopoetry #poem #poems

Two sides. Protective prison. Blow the horns. Watch them fall. Fear incarnate. #hackpoet #walls #poetry #emopoetry #poem #poems

'Clementine was once defined
as 'sweet enough to eat'.
Nominative determinism
saw this through complete'

'Clementine was once defined as 'sweet enough to eat'. Nominative determinism saw this through complete'

A big mad thanks to the scarlet subject that is @nicoleoconor of @thetrychannel fame for lending her likeness to this piece.

A big mad thanks to the scarlet subject that is @nicoleoconor of @thetrychannel fame for lending her likeness to this piece.

what has two thumbs and thinks stuff #thisheart #poetry #freeversepoetry #emopoetry #makethisasong#poems

what has two thumbs and thinks stuff #thisheart #poetry #freeversepoetry #emopoetry #makethisasong #poems

“Excise me.”
You wrap my legs around your waist until we are nose to nose.
I am curious. You are not my usual fare.
The last kiss you gave me tasted better than anyone I’d ever gasped in unison with.
Your lips explored mine with perfect dictation.
Your svelte compact body is well formed and hard to the touch.
You are hard everywhere, and I am pleased.
It can be difficult to rouse a perfectionist,
And in that way, we are very much alike.
Matter over mind,
Obdurate penetrative logic,
An uncanny sweetness when you fall into the pattern we’ve unconsciously constructed for you.
Yet, you have a compassion and stability I am yet to learn.
Oh no. You are not so kind as you think you are.
You proclivities for intellectual dominance entertain cruelty,
But you will learn how to temper it.
As you bury your head in my neck, my plea reverberates through this hollow shell that so badly wants to rid itself of these contradictions,
“Excise me.”
But, you can’t, can you?
You are not him, and like you, even he couldn’t have my flower even as he familiarized himself with my prostate frame.
We part. Flushed cheeks and wistful smiles.
You have boundaries for yourself as well, and your expectations aren’t as convoluted as mine,
But we are both unyielding.
I walk you to the stair, and you look slightly disconcerted as my bare feet touch the carpeted entryway. You are tired.
You draw me against you, and we make plans before the next 10 years takes you thousands of miles away and brings you the sort of strength and fullness I will likely spend the entirety of my life vying to attain.
I envy you.
I close my door and slide the deadbolt shut.
Then I am sliding against its ridges as I hit the floor,
My body contracting with fear and desire.
This time I don’t have to say it.
It’s bundled in the sheets of my bed,
The contours of the couch,
The stained wood of the porch during the summer evenings when I could mute the tirade in my head.
It’s every secret only your hands have shared,
Each inevitably hopeless bruise and caress you both have gently branded against my skin that I have damned by my refusal,
Excise me.
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@rizapress

“Excise me.” You wrap my legs around your waist until we are nose to nose. I am curious. You are not my usual fare. The last kiss you gave me tasted better than anyone I’d ever gasped in unison with. Your lips explored mine with perfect dictation. Your svelte compact body is well formed and hard to the touch. You are hard everywhere, and I am pleased. It can be difficult to rouse a perfectionist, And in that way, we are very much alike. Matter over mind, Obdurate penetrative logic, An uncanny sweetness when you fall into the pattern we’ve unconsciously constructed for you. Yet, you have a compassion and stability I am yet to learn. Oh no. You are not so kind as you think you are. You proclivities for intellectual dominance entertain cruelty, But you will learn how to temper it. As you bury your head in my neck, my plea reverberates through this hollow shell that so badly wants to rid itself of these contradictions, “Excise me.” But, you can’t, can you? You are not him, and like you, even he couldn’t have my flower even as he familiarized himself with my prostate frame. We part. Flushed cheeks and wistful smiles. You have boundaries for yourself as well, and your expectations aren’t as convoluted as mine, But we are both unyielding. I walk you to the stair, and you look slightly disconcerted as my bare feet touch the carpeted entryway. You are tired. You draw me against you, and we make plans before the next 10 years takes you thousands of miles away and brings you the sort of strength and fullness I will likely spend the entirety of my life vying to attain. I envy you. I close my door and slide the deadbolt shut. Then I am sliding against its ridges as I hit the floor, My body contracting with fear and desire. This time I don’t have to say it. It’s bundled in the sheets of my bed, The contours of the couch, The stained wood of the porch during the summer evenings when I could mute the tirade in my head. It’s every secret only your hands have shared, Each inevitably hopeless bruise and caress you both have gently branded against my skin that I have damned by my refusal, Excise me. . . . . . @rizapress

I hold on to you,
for I’m afraid of letting go .
I run to you,
For you always seemed like home.
But now this home is haunted by silence,
and it suffocated me.
Maybe it’s time to move on,
But I’m afraid to see
What’s out there
beyond this old, empty house
because this home holds all the broken parts of me.
This empty bed.
With sheet creases where your body should be.
Cabinets full of invisible food I’ll never eat.
This hole in my heart is what you left for me.
My bones creak as I move about.
Hardly human. Hardly loud.
But I’m afraid that if I make too much noise
they’ll take me away
and I’ll have no choice.
#poetry #tryingtowriteagain #emopoetry #sadgirl #sadgirlsclub #emotrash #altgirl #altgirlsofinstagram #tattoo #tattooedgirls #tattooedgirlsofinstagram #trashgang #art #wonderspacesaz #wonderspaces #rainbowgirls

I hold on to you, for I’m afraid of letting go . I run to you, For you always seemed like home. But now this home is haunted by silence, and it suffocated me. Maybe it’s time to move on, But I’m afraid to see What’s out there beyond this old, empty house because this home holds all the broken parts of me. This empty bed. With sheet creases where your body should be. Cabinets full of invisible food I’ll never eat. This hole in my heart is what you left for me. My bones creak as I move about. Hardly human. Hardly loud. But I’m afraid that if I make too much noise they’ll take me away and I’ll have no choice. #poetry #tryingtowriteagain #emopoetry #sadgirl #sadgirlsclub #emotrash #altgirl #altgirlsofinstagram #tattoo #tattooedgirls #tattooedgirlsofinstagram #trashgang #art #wonderspacesaz #wonderspaces #rainbowgirls

#poetry #emopoetry #teenpoets
'Reginald fell and developed a rupture,
splaying his cranium's compromised structure,
gifting his brain to pedestrian vultures,
snapping their camera's - embracing their culture'

'Reginald fell and developed a rupture, splaying his cranium's compromised structure, gifting his brain to pedestrian vultures, snapping their camera's - embracing their culture'

Me with my inky collaborator @beccaleedavies . Unfortunate Poetry never looked so good! (Also, if I'm not mistaken, I think @suir_woodwork took this photo while he was also recording the live acoustic session that's linked in my bio?)

Me with my inky collaborator @beccaleedavies . Unfortunate Poetry never looked so good! (Also, if I'm not mistaken, I think @suir_woodwork took this photo while he was also recording the live acoustic session that's linked in my bio?)

Two dead matches found in the bottom of a burned out boat.
A puddle of glass melted bottle tears.
Glistening in the sun in their ashen beauty.
Lying at the bottom of a lake on an inverted cross.
The claws reach down scratching the flesh from the bone.
A lilly blooms unperturbed or maybe because of it.
Ghostly white with that sweet scent of cadaver.
Do the stars still shine this night?
The moon crashes across the room spilling light over the floor.
The serpentine movement of smoke entwines.
Signs of freedom disappearing slowly.
Brass cage with an orange canary. Signs of life?
An apricot rolled off the bench, it never hit the floor.
Never.
Sunflowers in a vase.
Tea in a pot.
Crack in the door.
A word whispered on the breeze.
A kookaburra laughs me awake.
Viper killer.
Bather.
Laughing.
At, to, with.
Awake.
Before the sun.
Darkness to disappear with a golden disc.
A piece of the Sun's golden locks bleeds for you.
Burns bright like heaven, pure white ash.
Unblemished.
A pyre of the twins.
Two weeds spring forth.
Spring.
#emopoetry #poetry #writing thanks Arthur Boyd and 'the wall' for inspiration. #poem #poems #ipswichartgallery @ipswichartgallery

Two dead matches found in the bottom of a burned out boat. A puddle of glass melted bottle tears. Glistening in the sun in their ashen beauty. Lying at the bottom of a lake on an inverted cross. The claws reach down scratching the flesh from the bone. A lilly blooms unperturbed or maybe because of it. Ghostly white with that sweet scent of cadaver. Do the stars still shine this night? The moon crashes across the room spilling light over the floor. The serpentine movement of smoke entwines. Signs of freedom disappearing slowly. Brass cage with an orange canary. Signs of life? An apricot rolled off the bench, it never hit the floor. Never. Sunflowers in a vase. Tea in a pot. Crack in the door. A word whispered on the breeze. A kookaburra laughs me awake. Viper killer. Bather. Laughing. At, to, with. Awake. Before the sun. Darkness to disappear with a golden disc. A piece of the Sun's golden locks bleeds for you. Burns bright like heaven, pure white ash. Unblemished. A pyre of the twins. Two weeds spring forth. Spring. #emopoetry #poetry #writing thanks Arthur Boyd and 'the wall' for inspiration. #poem #poems #ipswichartgallery @ipswichartgallery

'Peter wouldn't cross the road without his mother's hand, so he took it from her wrist - such a clever little man' - Painted by the ever-talented @beccaleedavies

'Peter wouldn't cross the road without his mother's hand, so he took it from her wrist - such a clever little man' - Painted by the ever-talented @beccaleedavies

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What now croaks the raven
News that bites the ears?
What crossed arms of haven
That brings these bitter tears!
I would give both my eyes!
A curse, a curse on this land,
To soothe these pooling cries,
Your brother lost to your hand.
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🌊 What now croaks the raven News that bites the ears? What crossed arms of haven That brings these bitter tears! I would give both my eyes! A curse, a curse on this land, To soothe these pooling cries, Your brother lost to your hand. 🌊 🌊 🌊 #instapoet #instagrampoetry #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #quotes #emotionalquotes #orlandopoet #orlandopoetry #orlandopoets #floridapoetry #deepfeelingmagicbeings #latenightfeeler #darkpoetry #emopoetry #emotionalpoetry #thefewtheproudtheemotional #leftistpoetry

I’ve been thinking a lot about how to be the thing you want to be....and in the process of that feeling like I’ve lost touch with the whole idea of being. Here is my take on the Tyranny of Self Care, when you forget to just get on with getting on and try to make it all look and feel a certain way. Daily meditation helps me get through the tougher moments in life. What helps you? 🔮🧿🛁🦠⛵️🧬💡 #mondayfeelings #emopoetry #writeitalldown #poetryslam #sharingiscaring #iamapoet #atmystudio #shouldbeworking #mentalhealth #howdoyouselfcare #selfcare #selfcaremonday

I’ve been thinking a lot about how to be the thing you want to be....and in the process of that feeling like I’ve lost touch with the whole idea of being. Here is my take on the Tyranny of Self Care, when you forget to just get on with getting on and try to make it all look and feel a certain way. Daily meditation helps me get through the tougher moments in life. What helps you? 🔮🧿🛁🦠⛵️🧬💡 #mondayfeelings #emopoetry #writeitalldown #poetryslam #sharingiscaring #iamapoet #atmystudio #shouldbeworking #mentalhealth #howdoyouselfcare #selfcare #selfcaremonday

Here's another old collaboration piece of Unfortunate Poetry with my dearest @beccaleedavies and her inky talents! 'Mary had a little lamb,
its fleece was white as snow,
'til she took it to the abattoir
and let her childhood go.'

Here's another old collaboration piece of Unfortunate Poetry with my dearest @beccaleedavies and her inky talents! 'Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow, 'til she took it to the abattoir and let her childhood go.'

first post, all poems are by me. #poetryporn

first post, all poems are by me. #poetryporn

My closeted ass can't stand being here anymore.
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Should I use the plain backgrounds I used before, or should I keep doing it like this?
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Should I use the plain backgrounds I used before, or should I keep doing it like this? #poetry #teenpoets #emopoetry #poetryaboutsuicide #teenpoem #poem #poetrycommunity

“In our society, letting others find out that you’re a nice person is a very risky move. It’s extremely likely that someone would take advantage of that.”
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“In our society, letting others find out that you’re a nice person is a very risky move. It’s extremely likely that someone would take advantage of that.” . – Senjougahara Hitagi . . . . . . #poem #poetry #emo #dark #black #emopoem #emopoetry #emogirl #emohair #emoclothes #blackclothes #photooftheday #girl #sweet #cute #love #instaphoto #scene #scenegirl #goth #gothic #gothgirl #gothicgirl #filter #alternative #alternativegirl #sad #grunge #anime #monogatari

A big mad thanks to everyone who dropped in suggestions for an Unfortunate Poetry topic (there were some very funny ones that I'm definitely going to try make something out of also) but this one is courtesy of @trash82 with 'Trish', 'Bolshevik', and 'Muscovite'... Googling was required ////////////////// 'Trish made a wish at the Muscovite fountain,
forged from the red-handed Bolshevik faction.
'REVOLUTION', she cried,
the Zeitgeist complied,
she died of a fairly shared communist ration.'

A big mad thanks to everyone who dropped in suggestions for an Unfortunate Poetry topic (there were some very funny ones that I'm definitely going to try make something out of also) but this one is courtesy of @trash82 with 'Trish', 'Bolshevik', and 'Muscovite'... Googling was required ////////////////// 'Trish made a wish at the Muscovite fountain, forged from the red-handed Bolshevik faction. 'REVOLUTION', she cried, the Zeitgeist complied, she died of a fairly shared communist ration.'

'Charlie was a chimney sweep,
an orphan auctioned on the cheap,
bought and sold without receipt
for less than he was worth.
Vocation of the frail and meek,
he swept before he learned to speak, 'til blackened lungs embraced defeat
the fifth year of his birth.'

'Charlie was a chimney sweep, an orphan auctioned on the cheap, bought and sold without receipt for less than he was worth. Vocation of the frail and meek, he swept before he learned to speak, 'til blackened lungs embraced defeat the fifth year of his birth.'