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doriandistortion · 8 months

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The past is creeping up my throat

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ginadope · 26 days

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whispering

The white butterflies, those Heart-shaped sweets And my daughter - the one my body betrayed - her precious hands The moment's creatures, all Strands in my braid

I do remember dreams My hair does sometimes Cover my face, and yet Space can only follow time One way, not another So who am I to Keep looking behind

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slowfalter · 6 months

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Learn to identify your feelings, then you can name them, then you can kill them

In order to answer the question

Of what it is I am dreading

We first must establish

What is meant by the term dread

Seeping in nature

You don’t realise you’re numb

Until you’re dripping down your front

And the bottom has fallen out of your self concept

You really should have reinforced it

A cold but transitory state

I am not built for sterility

I am conscious of the pasta sauce on my shirt

The dirt under my skin

Prickling until it bursts

Common characteristics are

Waking up reluctantly

Like you kicked off the blanket

Accidentally

Waking up reluctant

Play acting civilities

Miming your errands

While the incessant fizzing

Rebuilds you from inside

Gradually

But like a freight train

Your chest is full of marbles now

Migrating to your legs

There’s a knocking on the door

It’s been getting louder

If only you had listened

It’s that fear of the invasion

Vulnerable soft bits

You left yourself open

Don’t say you weren’t warned

The smallest voice in your throat

Getting louder

And gagging

Invade yourself now

Overcome

Eat your fears

Lie down and take it

Everyone has to

Sooner or later

You’ll just have to do it

Shove yourself down

Just go to the dentist

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thus-always-to-tyrants · 8 months

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Ink Sun by EB Lockman (with words from @cuuno)

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canihaveyouback · 1 month

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karma/fate?

was it Karma? was it fate? or was it meant to be this way?

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natsmithpens · 5 months

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nepenthesdeluxe · 6 months

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i understand the violence it took to become that gentle. i understand. but you have yet to grasp the gentleness, the love within my violence, softest warmth begetting blood on fur that i wear like a medal, on my neck my crown of thorns, my wedding band, it’s you for whom i bite. and you have yet to grasp the fear, the care with which i keep you safe, under my watch no jaws will ever find their way to you, nor any tooth, no tear will ever be torn from you, for it’s you for whom i bite. and you have yet to grasp my devotion, no others beside you could I keep, no kin, no consanguines except in what is bled and in my mouth i’ve whet my wolfish little knives for you, it’s you for whom i bite. i understand the violence it took to become that gentle. i understand. and so i bite.

kept seeing the image up top everywhere and decided to write something as a sort of excercise. i don't feel like i did it justice, might rework the third stanza especially but frankly i don't know how to improve it rn so i'm letting it go be free for now. The "the violence it took to become that gentle" thing is a popular quote whose source i can't remember, original post for the image is this reddit post afaik.

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stevenluce · 8 months

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Tree Tops Spinning

Mouths running around

Covered in mud

Muttering the same thing over and over

Birds calling out

Brush rustling

Ants strumming along a rotten log in a perfect line

Quiet

With thin mist

No alarm clock

No newspaper

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skirjis · 4 months

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I wish there was a way for me to say

How bad I want to touch you.

The smooth path of your familiar skin,

To trace your new tattoos.

The feather brush of your brown hair

Against my cheek, my neck,

Or to bury eyes against your shoulder,

My nose to nestle near your collarbone.

I wish I had a way to say how dear it would be to me,

To feel the wayward press of your

Rambling spine against my palm,

Your bones and warmth and weight beside me,

Or resting in my arms.

I wish there was a way to speak it,

To say I love you, and have those syllables slip

like round stones into still water,

With a quiet, pleasant drip and gentle, even ripples.

And those rings on the surface of the water

Would make lovely patterns as they bounce between us,

And settle within the places of the life you share with him,

And the home I share with her.

I loved you first, and I will always love you,

As sure as moonrise, soft as rain.

I wish I could whisper it not as a secret

But as a promise, or a prayer.

I wish those words, like stones,

Would pass easily, and make ripples

And not waves.

I wish that I could touch you,

Hold you close, place a kiss upon your head

And that it would feel like an answer, instead of a question.

An answer that might grace the tangled limbs of our lives

Like a dove upon the oak.

I wish that I could touch you,

And in silence, within me I’ll always be reaching,

Reaching.

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lfemmerunn · 4 months

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Danger Boy

He is the Uranus in my cosmic cavern,

The singularity of my oneness that is all part of the primordial uterine source,

Their minds are unraveling as fast as the yoke is changing and every recurrence begets the lighter,

Debris left sharpened at the grindstone,

Unequivocal ambiguity of the ontological reality that spouts out of his tiny weewee,

The Jester now sits upon King’s throne.

The overlapping tangle of enveloping moons

Waxes and wanes,

Gives and takes,

A masterpiece, either way.

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jb-cohen · 1 month

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doriandistortion · 6 months

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you are more than a mannequin's hysteria.

And God, how lucky you are to have all eyes on you.

Walk, grinning and grieving out onto the platform and feel the emptiness beneath your feet, every step is a painful reminder of this pathetic charade.

You wear your torn scaly skin, shimmering like it’s a badge of honor. As if it proves something about your resilience.

But don't worry, the stage is here for the sincere. A triumph of spirit, with no name and no brilliance.

So keep smiling, my dear imposter, and embrace your newfound lack of disgust for yourself.

- D 10/19/23 - 12:19AM

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ginadope · 1 month

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Throat, heart, brain Make no mistake - those Baby teeth of his They never stood a chance Against the porcelain of yours

Can you guess how a dream is born? I will bring you some flowers Of my happiest summer The dewy dawn and her treasure Lights like eyes - Sculpt yourself anew Leave doubts in hell

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mega2wheellife · 7 months

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how we are

the old man sits by his gate

3euro for 5kilos

for a fat bag of oranges

I have 1e in my pocket

say to her: got any change?

here she says hands over 2e50c

I give him the money

pick up the fat bag of sunshine

no es he says slow 50c por favor

she fiddles around finds 30c more

es ok he says with a smile

we head off to make marmalade

did he do us over? I ask

dunno she goes I gave you 2e50

we stop for coffee

I reach into my pocket

find the missing 1e coin there

I must’ve put this in my pocket

thinking

I was putting the fiftyc there

I look at her we look

at the missing coin in my hand

he didn’t do us we did him

& that kinder man he let us go

the coffee arrives

we sit in silence for a little while

thinking this is us

this is how we are

neil benbow

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newwavepoetry · 8 months

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Submission from yourfriendlyneighborhoodsloth

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natsmithpens · 5 months

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