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crowded lunchroom confessions

because when I speak in my normal voice of no reason

asking is there a friend in the room, everyone else is laughing holding ha do with who they think they’ll marry and enjoying life without worrying why tears are jumping from my eyes in a steady stream of sorrow or why I’m wearing shades in the dark.

so I guess my secrets safe here

#rejectscorner goodnightnobody

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unsent

- Honesty Hour -

it feels like you’re done.

we’re both hurting but I am not who you seek for healing.

this is the original root of my rant. the feeling I’m not desired.

I want to be with you.

I desire to make passionate love with you.

I want to build with you & grow into our best with you.

And I honestly don’t feel you want the same.

You are my answer. even now.

I thought about asking you to take all your frustration out inside me. sweating deeply thrusting pulling choking fcking me in a way i can’t deny.

I can’t ask that.

Why does it feel like you don’t want me? Haven’t desired me? But you’re my only lover. You’re the one I desire.

But you don’t tell me I do it for you anymore.

If not with words, you don’t show me your passion and desire for me. This is why you’re here. Because I felt something ignite with you. You’ve taken away your fire.

Time.

You always take time. That is not what I want. I want time with you because I’m sure you’re who I want to spend my time with. Quality time. I want to be touched. Talked to. Looked at like I’m loved. Deeply.

Who will love me? Who will keep my body safe from disease and defeat. Who will see my beauty beyond my flaws? I’m sorry. But who can I tell this to?

No one has answers.

I just want to know. Who will love me back, stay long enough to grow & live well on the fruits of love’s labor...?

Tell me it’s not you.

#rejects corner #spilled ink #creative writing #love #poetry #life #sad #text post

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because death is but a hashtag

“I hope the next time a Black person dies, their life is remembered more than their name.”

— Amir Khadar, “Sensational”

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vegans taste better. sacred dance when horny. self pleasure, of sorts.

#sacredDance blackyogi veganstastebetter #bodyWork dvsn hallucinate

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the ugly parts come later. good to know they’re welcomed.

And even if some heavy baggage of

And even if some unexpected heavy baggage of yours arrives at my doorstep before I fall in love with you, while I’m falling in love with you, or long after I’ve fallen in love with you, I’m going to open the door and welcome it in. I’m going to do this because right now in this moment I’ve decided that I want to fall in love with you, and stay in love with you, even the parts of you that are deciding to arrive later.

#crush

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gone left

i picked my look for our first date & i already know my order. i'm everything in your eyes he didn't see. you are every plus where he was thumbs down. (that's how it goes right?) after the blow & dust off the next try be right, right...? (in twilight.) how many next times ran out...? selfish pride makes me starve & snub a hand out. (at least he was a standout.) but i'm already married winking at divorce it's just so much invested. well. it was my best prove & tested so. (there's that storyline.) how'd it go...? how's it end...? never know the ebb of the flow. maybe it was me who was a better friend. #kco

#rejectsCorner #poetsoftumblr #poetry #love #quasars #roleplay

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ashé 🦋

Remember to be gentle when the great wide world opens her heart to you. Embrace her softness, celebrate her touch when the willow’s boughs kiss along your shoulder. Laugh with her when the wind frolics through your hair, play in the grass that tickles your toes. Open your arms and let the sun hold you tender. And listen, listen, listen, to the world as she sings her song just for your to hear, in the rivers and the dancing trees, in the waves that recede, in the leaves that fall just to litter your path with gold. The world is yours to carry. Be gentle, be open, grow in the safety of her arms. You are the favorite of all her creations.

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water to rock

you, rock, i, water. i, sometimes crash against, you, stand. firm. i, wander & at times go low, you, remain. rock, i, clash against, you yet, refrain. i, smother maybe flood you, then, wave elsewhere, leaving you, exposed, dry. i, water. i move. you, rooted. i, return. you allow, consistent. not moving is how you hold me.

#qsrs #love #poetscommunity #rejectscorner #abstract #water #rock #nature

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soul cry

i'm hurting right now. i'm holding on to the first time you told me you loved me & how you would no longer operate in fear. i'm afraid. that i let go of everything i've been holding on to for years, too soon. i'm afraid i'll be a casualty. that i'm slipping away in some distance you don't notice. i'm holding on to the promise i made to myself saying i wouldn't run unless being chased. or in danger. where is this coming from? i feel you in my spirit. so why wouldn't you know? i take your energy into my being & meditate on you often. 'busy' has become my nemesis. my understanding is my sacrifice to love you. i'm being transparent. so i don't shut down & pull away. i'm afraid. maybe overwhelmed in this space or lack of security. & the illusion thereof. i'm asking no questions nor making any requests. i'm communicating. something feels bad. i've been in chaotic places & yet felt alone. solitude is a bully i've come to adore. bringing alienation to remind me i don't want to be lonely. i'm conflicted. i know that i love you. i want this. i won't work alone. do you hear me or am i too far to be seen? maybe i'm jealous you're ok & i miss you so much it hurts.

#qsrs #poetscommunity #rejectscorner #love

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so me right now

I forget what it means to stay when all I’ve learned is to leave, to let myself go, as if being free is more home to me than being kept.

But I forget. I forget.

And when I remember I writhe in my skin because I am on my own again.

I thought it was easier being lonely than to be loved because emptiness is all there ever was to call my own.

But alone is an aching word, the only one I’m ever sure will be written with these hands. I do not understand why my soul aches with every heartbeat. It is as if life is a war and I’m facing defeat with no strength left to my name, and I am to blame because I leave before I stay and the world turns away.

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for my everywhere but here lover

#quasars

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hi lay

I want you in niagra falls & cuba & home & lakes & parks & starlight in booths under tables exchanging touches glances across rooms in posts & innuendos & poems in prayers & sacrifices I want you right there in shows & theaters & bars & gyms & cars in silent moans out loud in my dreams & my arms in public & honor & truth I want you in freedom & will & bliss full moon & bad days in hard parts & in laughter in friendship in intimacy in God & Black Love & Peace & it's ok if that's all too much I just want you. & that for me now is everything I need.

#quasars love tumblrpoetry #poetscommunity #poetry spilled ink

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is making love like riding a bike

like. after trauma do you hop back on like after a fall...? how's this work? how do you know (if) this still works...? it's hard showing affection while yet fearing an erection. that wasn't supposed to rhyme. that's the truth it's just so happens to go like that. I don't know how to go about a kiss. a touch a grab it all means so much! there's this distrust. I need trust! between us no lust not lust that's not for us. but it's there. like stolen wiffs of my hair. so stay there. too cold & icy to be trying to ride a bike anyhow...

#rejectscorner #poetry spilled ink #love #celibacy

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both cold & beautiful

she likened me to a storm both cold & beautiful but not in a pretty way unique & raw & there's some beautiful about flaunted flaws. she wore heartbreaks as badges scars for tattoos her crown was understated maybe jaded w/blues. it's her season on this journey for the purpose within. it's her body her peace her piece protected with power she's home. remember your faces she's known to roam. align. or goodbye. she is likened to a storm. you wait all your life preparing for a disaster just build your dream self. she's no storm. she just put gold in the cracks of brokenness. it's so pretty, but it's still cold. out. side...

#firstsnow #winterblues #rejectscorner

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this free

tea is steeping shower running cake was baking cooked pancakes nude infused with cinnamon drizzled with honey topped off bananas crazy right calm from crazy life this body is mine finally free no stamp on my forehead this naturally me whoever knew it'd feel like this I'm home within my throne who'd thunk it'd feel this free, really really me.

#rejectscorner #poetry spilled ink #kcoWrites

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do you ever get tired...? when your cold and lonely ways suffocate you do you ever get weary? repeating curses from your tongue to ears long bled out by your sword what do you want? from this poison most useful to cancer or coal maybe you're digging for diamonds in coal mines stolen beaten and killed for but they're empty so you assault the children what are you looking for? no answers no words no pleas no begs no help less I die first not even then let me rest peaceful speak no evil don't say my name stop calling on satan when you think of me you're cursing me so damn you don't even notice so don't look at me. you don't hear not see me so as words manifest you gave life to strife look at your life there. stay there until you're whole you'll refute this is no route to the goal whatever that is it matters not me it's over there's no violins to play I'm done pleading my case not a word left to say but keep this. right where the hurt is the void is the dark whole that outgrew me and you swallowed mother daughter goals up whole that hole is all what's left. of these things lost. in the fire...

#motherdaughtergoals #hurt #pain #poetscommunity

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Thank God for the Internet, how we’ve taught ourselves to play mortician with each new name we are given.

Jacqui Germain - “How America Loves Ferguson Tweets More than the City of Ferguson”

Performing at Rustbelt 2016 in Columbus, Ohio. Check out Jacqui’s amazing book! Make Button Poetry grow!

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life ✊🏾