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Nov 07, 2022 08:40AM

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rusty iron, blue velvet, snapping branches
hushed giggles, champange, lipstick tube
snow, moonlight, tears
fallen flowers, tire tracks, overalls
a love letter, a fire, a knife
blood, a boat, and a hammer

and yeah, ill share it here- but be warned, you'll cry. my poems suck.

and yeah, ill share it here- but be warned, you'll cry. my poems suck."
kay but i died laughing at " you'll cry. my poems suck"


and yeah, ill share it here- but be warned, you'll cry. my poems suck."
ok lol im down to cry rn

you pick haha all of the above sound good

and yeah, ill share it here- but be warned, you'll cry. my poems suck."
kay but i died laughing at " you'l..."
😂 😂 😂 😂

@writing-prompt-s on tumblr has thousands and theres alot of good ones

Breaking all the mirrors of perfection:
My mind was a wasteland
intelligence always left like a one-night stand
I was screaming for them to let me out of the cages
That I designed while they set the stages.
They all gather around for this one-woman feast
Sharpening their knives as they call me a beast,
I stand here wilting like the rose they want me to be
The essence of perfection is drawing blood from their feet.
“Hide your thorns and tame your weeds”
I'm plucked for my beauty and thrown out when I don't fit their needs.
They screamed at me when I left their pedastooled glass case
I didn't leave them with images of my grace
I'm running free from expectations they mold me to
I wasn't created to please you.
My mind may be a wasteland
But at least I know where I stand
I’m the picture of beauty and blood
Even when you try to conceal my image with mud.
Give me back my girlhood you cursed
It was always mine first.
I’m fragile and delicate as a flower
But touch me and I’m a bomb full of power
I won't promise you an embodiment of perfection
When all you ever judge is my reflection.
Stop using me to collect your own validation,
You can't mistake my beauty for a shining obligation.
most of my poems are about roses, stars, drugs, or icarus sooooo yeah

Breaking all the mirrors of perfection:
My mind was a wasteland
intelligence al..."
it's beautiful.