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Patricia Tsouros Oct 2013
Stumbled in
mind & soul
I had no idea
that night would
would lead
to shattered scene**

#micropoetry
epictails Aug 2015
Dig yourself
but not too much
or you'll be setting a* **grave
Haven't written in so many days though that is all I think about. No rhymes or ideas come no matter how much coffee I drink.
Culpoetry Feb 2014
13/2/2014 Scraps

My brain chemistry is imbalanced:
Add another conflict and I'll combust.
Bitter still with a sense of mistrust. #poetry #micropoetry


My eyes aren't for appreciating
The silver lining in your carefully crafted lies #poetry 2/3

Before you owe yourself
Another one of my favours
Consider the foundations On which I stand #poetry 1/3


A rusting of the silver lining
A shattered hourglass and microscope lens
With its' scattered shards all along
My path of life #poetry


Driving us slowly, up an avenue to death

There on death's porch
(Blood marks on death's door)
We are one breath short/
We fall and die alone #poetry #micropoetry


The bell tolls its' daily trill
Of a diminshed tone

Diminishing every thrill
A boredom that breaks bones #poetry #micropoetry
micropoems and scraps of writing from my twitter and tumblr
epictails Sep 2015
We are weak and human in all sorts of places,
hide them in all walks and spaces.
Happy birthday Kate
epictails Aug 2015
It's like something snapped in me and it took all my joy away
Heather Mirassou Oct 2017
Take me to the ocean

Bring the leaping sun

Daybreak is full of diamonds

Dancing swelling tides

Make me want to write
Heather Mirassou Oct 2017
October is a beggar

Knocking on doors

Snatching golden leaves

In Autumn
epictails Sep 2015
You can spot the genius with his boat of questions
among a sea of answers.*




I used to think being intelligent is knowing. Incorrect. Knowing is merely absorbing information and the ones biologically gifted with expansive memory capacities have an advantage then. But true intelligence is understanding. True genius asks when nobody else would. True genius hears an answer but do not agree to it immediately. True genius sees no harm in being called naive for prying. True genius  believes there are many truths so they challenge those already accepted. Those who have explored their minds and know deeply that it is ever unfathomable.
your soul
a purple field
of dreams
softspoken
dewy flowers
outpouring love
its covering
uprooting weariness
uplifting the spirit
epictails Aug 2015
You are loose in places unscrewed as a child.
epictails Sep 2015
You talk so much of love
but do nothing to keep it
Gathering my thoughts and insights and posting them here. Tbh I'm getting sloppier and uninspired. I drank coffee today despite making a resolution that for a week I'll stop. This is to reduce the anxiety I feel every single day when I wake up (they say no caffeine bec it works).But I slipped today because I need to be productive. I was still anxious when I woke up just before lunch but maybe I can make this an every other day thing?
epictails Aug 2015
Isn't it strange?
You've been living with yourself all this while
But you can't even figure out who you are.
Let's be honest here. I know myself completely but there are some parts of myself that make me feel so frustrated. So no one really has the right to call out on our ******* because who knows who we really are.
epictails Sep 2015
You are unforgiving with yourself first before anyone is.
I just read this Brainpickings article about Virgina Woolf and what it means for her to do art. Such powerful and inspiring words. She was sexually and emotionally abused by her brothers when she was young but to see such a gentle soul get defiled and turn around her pain into inner light is just amazing. She said that art happens when the person finds a go between in despair and satisfaction. Seeing pain is a catalyst to see a greater whole and art is a way of reconciling the differences. It was so beautiful that I cried while reading it. In my defense, I am battling mood swings right now and the passage was too hopeful, too moving (at least for me) that I just couldn't help myself. Her life story reminded me of a ****** abuse victim I personally know and still remember though I don't quite see as often. I recall her story as something that shook my innocence to its grounds—I was just 12 or 13 when I knew about that. Looking back, she's probably a very strong woman to have survived everything.

Also, I seem to know people who are battling very persistent and life shattering demons but went on to keep their lives. I don't look like I know such discouraging things but the fact is I do. I have been exposed to such pains ever since I was very young. Maybe that is why I have all these insights that have me awake on some nights. But I truly look up to them because they made it despite being stripped weak at their core. I genuinely hope that all those people who opened my eyes to the scars of life are really doing well and I wish to see them someday just to know how they're holding. Experiences and stories are definitely the best pieces of art. Thank you brave souls—I owe you a big one.
epictails Aug 2015
To be normal is to refuse this mad life.
It's raining. Best time to be critical and write a post/journal which I'll put later^^. Been reading works of smart mouths from several decades back and seeing history unfold in poetry. It is an exciting thing but my mom is starting to notice that I am isolating again so she's making me do all sorts of things. She's afraid of me thinking too much. To be honest, my dark thoughts rarely visit now(just anxiety and being afraid )  tho I still can't say I won't crash anytime. I want to be away from people so I can absorb what I have read and it is impossible when my siblings always ask me to play with them >.<.
epictails Sep 2015
I stopped being scared of the lights turned off,
the night underneath my bed
when I understood that there is a bigger dark within me.
epictails Aug 2015
He was nothing in a crowd
She was everything all on her own
Exploiting my muse because I'm having a field day today with all the **** I read— greed, evil passed forward (but gave me the inspiration despite of)
A baby cries,
tears
from the spring.
I am painting a mural with my words,
Cameos, sublime, Turquoise,
line my blue bell filled path
To Luminescence
#micropoetry #poetry
The poet writes on how it started
with a little white lie,
you know... the kind
when he says
she was so fine,
but she never
even said hello
Still.

I came to see
that love
is a wildfire,
making ashes
of the past
While clearing
those places
in the heart
where tomorrow
can grow.

I would count
the echoes
of her heartbeat
as she sleeps,
as if each one
was another promise
Cupid did keep
& when she awakens,
I fall again
into the shelter
of her love.

she would heal me
over time
not with a word
or a touch
but
by being there
where the tears start
& no one else
ever cared
to hear.

I searched for
any hidden meanings
behind
her Mona Lisa smile
but all I found
was the loneliness
she had forgotten
when ever
I was around.

I covet
the feel of her hair
brushing my cheek
as we kiss,
I yearn
for the warmth of her
when the sunsets...
but mostly,
I cry
for the sound
of her heart
to help.

#poetry #micropoetry #Sanguine

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