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#aesthetic

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the concept of sending william shatner to space just because he was in space on tv is so hilarious. let’s send the dunkirk guy to war next

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Lovers

I slept in my lover’s house last night

Under lights like stars and within dreams of sorrow

Sorrow for the lost years we were yet to share

Sorrow for the tears I’d cried for a month

Sorrow for how much I’d missed this room

The tapes lined up like soldiers on mahogany

Displayed like a masterpiece and cherished like a childhood dream

Relics, family heirlooms, none of them mine

My wish to be among them

But nothing changes the mind of you lover

Nothing changes your sorrow

Nothing can keep me from sleeping in this house

But anything and everything can keep me from your bed

#original #anklesaurus #poetry #poem #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #spilled journal #spilled prose #spilled poetry #spilled emotions

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wooooow i have not been on this account in a while hello friends

#life has been crazy omg #and i lost my phone on a train rip :') #anklesaurus

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#aesthetic

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Folio

I didn’t think I’d get this far

It started with the Sardaukar

The Wicked Witch, the Northern Star

And tales of old and new

I was taught as a child

That fantasy can invoke these wilds

Of pages and pages that take you miles

Away from this morning dew

It’d taken years to read this many

Now my library is a plenty

A collection of sorts, worthy every penny

But priceless to a few

I take my books, I let out a sigh

Reality makes me want to cry

But within my stories I can hide

And pretend I’m living them too

#folio can be defined as numbers in a page and i loved that concept #anklesaurus #original #poetry #poem #spilled ink #spilled journal #spilled prose #august prompt #august prompts #august challenge #nosebleed club

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on the tip of my tongue

It’s always been on the tip of my tongue

It’s been on the tip of my tongue since my first kiss

Since I lost my virginity

Since I was five years old, and couldn’t figure out why

I liked the way my Barbies looked

Since I first realized I liked my nickname much more

Than my legal one

But it will never leave

When family likes to pretend

It was never there in the first place

#queer poetry #lgbt poetry #anklesaurus #original #poetry #poem #spilled ink #spilled journal #spilled prose #august prompt #august prompts #august challenge #nosebleed club

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whole milk

I never liked whole milk much

It tasted of wounded animal and such

I guess it always came in clutch

When my baking needs were in a rut

But I’ve always preferred “milk” instead

Made of almonds, cashews, coconut heads

Cause who needs milk when taken from a bed

Of a mother who lost her son with dread

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open up

“Open up”

Two words that struck me with fear

Yet with a gentle glide of the door I hear slow footsteps come in

He sits on the bed, asks what happened

I cry and cry and cry

He pulls me into a hug with gruff force

Awkwardly trying to lighten the mood

I grin maniacally at the ridiculousness of it

And I remember I’m in the comfort of home

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venetian

The masks stared from all walls and ceilings

Glistening like diamonds in snowfall

With the lavishness of the courtrooms of old.

God forbid I could afford the price,

But god forbid I could look away.

It was as if I fell under a spell,

One where I danced with pearls of earthen perfection

Ate pheasant in thyme, crow and wine

I could enchant the bourgeois with only my word,

I could hold rarities in my hand made in other worlds.

It was the hate that filled me after,

That I was predestined to live by someone else’s fate.

#original #anklesaurus #poetry #poem #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #spilled journal #spilled prose #spilled poetry #august challenge #august prompts #august prompt #nosebleed club

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abbey

December was chilly in the courtyard

And the gulls cawed in protest atop the towers

The air was moist with sea and smog

And the world was bright and early

I’d walked along here for the hell of it

And thought that beauty had never reached here

Yet every corner held a history near

And the world was bright and early

I sit on the bench, watch the children on the lawn

And their screeches were like those I knew

I felt some peace as I took it in

And the world was bright and early

Sometimes I use it as a comfort

And know that everything will be alright

Although the end is coming round

The world will be bright and early

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brook

A brook babbles near

The place where my mind is free

With peace, abundance

#took a social media hiatus woo #original #anklesaurus #poetry #poem #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #spilled journal #spilled prose #spilled poetry #august challenge #august prompts #august prompt #nosebleed club

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A Damascus tile panel, probably Syria, 19th century or earlier.

#aesthetic

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railway

I step outside with the boys as they lick their paws and pad onto the grass. I flick my lighter, puff on my cig, feel the rain on my face before it hits the deck. The sky is dark with night and storm, and they fall into the wood past the fence. I watch the train from the horizon, watch it quickly come closer from where I sit. There’s no awning to shield the bright cherry from hissing with droplets, and a double-decker wails on the otherwise of the fence, across the wide asphalt strip, towards the outer edge of the wood. It leaves behind an awakening. I suddenly realize this is the last time I’ll sit here, and my heart fills with grief. And a token of my memory is locked in, the last piece I have of paradise. How young and reckless I was, thinking I wanted to leave.

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masked

Does a mask hide shame?

Does it hide grief,

Or happiness reserved for yourself?

Does it cloak your hideous personality?

Or the mountains of passion and gratitude you possess?

Does it accentuate everything you’ve finally achieved becoming?

Does it strike love?

Fear?

Everything you wish you could feel?

#i had to graduate college so this one is late :') #original #anklesaurus #poetry #poem #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #spilled journal #spilled prose #spilled poetry #august challenge #august prompts #august prompt #nosebleed club

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actors

I have to think that

Everyone here is an actor

To feel something new

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bible verse

I’ve never been familiar with bible verses

I knew they stemmed from my Torah

But I was never allowed to see for myself what they contained

I would hold my palms towards twin flames on Shabbos and recount my blessings

Wake in the morning and thank the universe for returning my soul to me

But I never stopped to wonder what was its appeal

So as I grew older my curiosity peaked

Eventually I found myself down the rabbit hole

In wonderment, my revelation was not its simplicity,

Its profoundness, its comfort,

But it began the cycle of asking

Why do we fight when the only difference

Is the letters in which it is written?

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