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You had antiseptic hands and medicinal words and I placed my trust in them, told you it was heavier than the pieces of my heart.
By Poppy 4 days ago in Poets
Jail bars Ice cold between my closed hands I hated the lack of clean air But adored the feeling of A roof over my head (I knew what hail felt like)
By Poppy 11 days ago in Poets
Welcome back to Poppy’s Prompts!! Here’s the rest of the series if you’d like to check it out or read what it’s about: January February March April The Prompts
By Poppy 12 days ago in Writers
If I stayed I would’ve been Letting myself get Autopsied alive ❀ If I left I would’ve Become a carcass Rotting with guilt
By Poppy 18 days ago in Poets
I have cut my hands On the silhouette of your name For a year now ❀ You got my letter My question My plea Fed it to the fire
By Poppy 25 days ago in Poets
Note: This was inspired by a comment Paul made about my March Prompts. He mentioned the words made him think of things left behind and a poem instantly started writing itself in my head when I read that. Thanks Paul.
By Poppy about a month ago in Poets
We were drunk on promises and high on healing and overdosing on a belief that we were invincible. Not as individuals but as a fused entity.
Poppy's Prompts is discontinued... ❀ ❀ ❀ APRIL FOOLS'! (If you're in Australia, otherwise early or late April Fools' I guess.)
By Poppy about a month ago in Writers
When did you last hold your own needle, stitch up your own heart? When was the last time you searched the cabinet for antiseptic, not poison? The last time you peeled back a band-aid wrapper, rather than your own skin?
By Poppy 2 months ago in Poets
In conclusion to the March prompts, here is the complete list and the three place getters! Here's the Prompts if you missed them.
By Poppy 2 months ago in Writers
His presence was intoxicating before I even knew him. It was a captivating attraction and magnetic pull at first sight. Shoulders shaped like unexpected warmth, a small smile that promised a hidden sense of humour, and eyes like gravity.
You are a fleeting thought And a passing comment A closed wound and A finished chapter ❀ You live your life like Fireworks too close to the ground