Triolet Poem #13
You ever look inside a rose?
Without being pricked on the side.
Ever wonder where the time goes?
You ever look inside a rose?
You mesmerized me and it shows.
Your thorns are the reason I died.
You ever look inside a rose,
without being pricked on the side?
"Inside A Rose", JEP
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“I’m having his baby! No I’m not, but you should see your faces!”
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Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window.
— William Faulkner.
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“your gut instinct is not a liar, those initial feelings exist for a reason, sit on them if you need to, process whether your feelings are valid or just projections, but never dismiss your intuition when the signs are staring you in the face and your nervous system is agreeing.”
— iambrillyant
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Petals grace my fingertips
Colorful blobs that stretch
In odd elongated shapes
Honeysuckle grow well
In my garden
I pray you know what I mean
When I speak in tongues and rhythms
You lay your roses upon the Earth
Ask me to help plant them
I promise you
That I will not prick you with thorns
Taking a liking to the deep red flower
We've both been jabbed
Bandages line our fingers, yet we laugh
I would bare my neck to you
Show you all that is my own
All that is vulnerable
All that is worrisome
All that is frail
And I would let you feel them
Gentle as a tap to a dittany
Or rough as a grab to a tree
I would let you—
Without fear—
Wrap your hand around and squeeze
Wrap your hand around and caress
Whether you bare your teeth
And leave claw marks
Or tender touches and kisses in place
My touch is yours to have
To cherish and splatter
For I will melt for you
Whether you are a new kindness
Or an old violence I've seen before
You and your branches
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the five homoerotic love languages:
- intimate stabbing
- outright obsession
- confused pining
- "no one knows me like you do"
- lifelong promises that always sound suspiciously like wedding vows
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I despise how love speeds up time. What if time was infinity? What if I could use a time machine? Hearts entwined with heavenly bliss, love consumes me. What if this moment was forever? What if I could re-live it every time I craved your presence? What if you and I were meant for eternity?
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breaking bread
i dream, i imagine, i yearn
to break bread in every city with the one i love.
to feel joyous and elated in every county, every country, every continent on the planet.
oh, how sweet it will be.
— K.B.
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