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Nov 2015 Trynity Plummer

Liquor tears

Nov 2015 Trynity Plummer

A Lopez

Liquor tears

I've realized over the year's
I've drank enough liquor
To match all of my tears.

Jan 2015 Trynity Plummer

Inspiration

Jan 2015 Trynity Plummer

blythe

Inspiration

Even the most beautiful flower
Needs to be daily showered with water
For it to grow lovelier
Or else it will wither.

Just like our dreams and aspirations,
We need daily inspirations
For us to keep going
Or else our hearts will stop hoping.

Let us make our dreams come true. Gather every bit of inspiration we can get so we can still pursue and fight for what we really long to have. Don't give up, don't lose hope! :)

#dream #life #hope #inspiration

Dec 2014 Trynity Plummer

it was (not) easy

Dec 2014 Trynity Plummer

i

it was (not) easy

it was so easy to love you,
to adore every little bit of your
youthful soul and take bites
of your cherry heart.

it was so easy to give myself to you,
my whole body, forever marked
by your rough yet tender touch.

it was so easy to kiss you,
the edge of your mouth breathing
onto my tongue, getting drunk
on your taste.

but what wasn't easy,
was forgetting you,
forgetting how you used to call
me yours, how you used to kiss
my eyelids, reassuring me that
everything is going to be okay.

it wasn't easy trying not to call you
at 3 am in the morning,
whispering how much I adore
the sound of your velvet voice.

it wasn't easy deleting you from
my poisoned mind, where you
were the only poison,
my deadly sin.

it wasn't easy giving up on you,
because I thought you mattered
more than the stars and you
proved me wrong in the worst way.

#love #heartbreak #sad #heart #depressed #betrayal #fight #poison #forget #deadly

Dec 2014 Trynity Plummer

i realized-

Dec 2014 Trynity Plummer

i

i realized-

today I realized that
you haven't left my heart completely,
there is still so much more of
you in there,
I realized love was blind and
not even a thousands poems
will matter to you,
I realized I filled myself
with lies I didn't even believe,
I filled myself with hatred,
I realized I still give a ****
about you, I still think of you
when the night settles,
and no matter how many
playlists I make you and
no matter how many songs
will be written about you,
you will never look at me
the way I look at you,
and I'm sorry it took me
this long to realize
that I'm not worth your time,
no matter how many times
I see you in my eyes,
I realized we will never fit,
we don't match, no matter
how many times I try to
capture your attention
with my cherry lips and
emerald eyes.

i don‘t know if you're worth it,
honey.

#love #heartbreak #sad #heart #depressed #poems #nothing #worth #today #realized

Dec 2014 Trynity Plummer

believing

Dec 2014 Trynity Plummer

Kate Irons

believing

she's clawing out her eyes
to see that you were
never there to begin with

Dec 2014 Trynity Plummer

my final tribute to you

Dec 2014 Trynity Plummer

kaylene- mary

my final tribute to you

I was lost so innocently in your eyes
Completely
Fooled
By love itself

So,
I guess that explains why your words
Pierced
My
Gut
And left a suffering so deep
That no drunken novelist can explain it

Like you set fire to my kidneys

Bathed my lungs in citric acid

You know
I loved you more than I had thought possible
And my fingers will
Never
Feel
So at home
Again

But it's been a pleasure to have your hands be the ones to
Rip
Apart
My chest
And break the bones that make up my rib cage

It was an honour to love you

But

This is my final tribute to you
My final goodbye
The last time I put your inflections to paper
The
Last
Time
I
Ever
Miss you

#love #sad #pain #goodbye #miss

Dec 2014 Trynity Plummer

7 Reasons Why It's Hard Being a Poet

Dec 2014 Trynity Plummer

Devon Webb

7 Reasons Why It's Hard Being a Poet

We are critical.

We find flaws in
everything we see
because nobody
wants to write
about perfection,
even though sometimes
we wish we could just stay
staring into that
unblemished surface.

2. We are never satisfied.

We live our lives upon
mountains of
scrunched up
bits of refill and
ideas we gave up
trying to
express.

3. We never forget.

We write words about
eye contact made
three months ago
that we replay over
and over in our minds
even though it
stopped
being relevant.

4. We are fickle.**

Our emotions flash
from one
to the other
like strobe lighting that
disorientates us
until we feel as if
the world
will never be still.

5. We are exposed.

We don't know how
to keep our feelings
to ourselves so
we'll write them
down for
you to find
'accidentally'.

6. We are vulnerable.

We wear our
hearts on our sleeves
and won't lift a
muscle to fight back
if somebody tries
to break it
because we thrive
from the pain.

7. We will never stop.

We will never stop
feeling and
we will never stop
hurting,
we will never stop
breaking and
bleeding and
loving
even though the cycle
is endless
and we know what's
coming next.

We are addicted
to agony,
but we agonise
for the art.

It's worth it though.