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millenialqueer · 3 months
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God
I don’t know what I believe anymore
Church left me with a thorn in my side
Religion left me with an ache in my chest
God left me
Who is God anyway?
But the compilation of power hungry men
Systems in place whose aim is control
Who is God?
But the reflection of your parents
Repeating the call and response idly
Who is God?
But the arms of a familiar lover
Their body, your communion
Who is God?
But the first sip of coffee in the morning
A sacrifice to your body for rising from the bed
Who is God?
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arashi-ihara · 8 months
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The hare has hopped to Poland! Thank you so much @sapphicunderground! What a beautiful gift for the beginning of August!
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I absolutely love all the books, although I have to admit the most anticipated by me was "Dangerous Game." That's why I decided to start with it.
A few thoughts on some poems:
Hare Season
This one made me angry. The reality makes me angry. In today's world, the value of human beings is measured by their social status (aka the amount of money) and not by their heart and soul. Often making us think about ourselves as less. Long live capitalism.
Esther and Joan
I first read this piece on Instagram, and it amazed me how seamlessly and comprehensively it captures the relationship of the "The Bell Jar" characters in just a few lines. This is absolutely one of my favourite poems.
Fun fact: Tessa used cards 2 and 7 as a background for this poem, and I was 27 when I read it for the first time (I like little coincidences). Technically I still am 27, but only until Pluto Demoted Day (aka nothing to celebrate).
The Auckland Rape
Very strong and very accurate. All of the poems regarding sexual violence (and violence against women in general) are powerful, especially for me as Polish because of the current socio-political environment in Poland under the leadership of Law(lessness) and (in)Justice. Even with my Stoic nature, I'm unable to preserve calm.
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I absolutely adore every single one of the poems in Dangerous Game, not only those mentioned above. It's even better and more intimate than I expected. Among my favourites are: Jaqueline, Lola, Mango, All In, We Were Only Talking, The Everlasting Sleep, The Chessboard, Someone Like You, and Blood Stains. And the cover is just marvellous.
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Soon I'll start reading the other books!
It's a pleasure to support such a talented woman!
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er3to · 1 year
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someone will love you.
someone will write you into their story and make you the author, someone will work on being softer (for you), someone will try their best to heal so they can be a good lover (to you.)
someone will wrap themselves within your soul so intimately that you'll never be able to imagine your life without them.
you deserve the love you put out. you deserve love.
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wonderlorn · 1 year
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If I whispered her name to the moon
Would the winds carry it to her if she left the blinds open?
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beepepsii · 1 year
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I trust her with my mind, my body, my soul. I wear my heart on my sleeve. So it's easy access for her teeth.
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redmantic · 1 month
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My ideas of love as a person
Wishing she would come and take my worries away
Dreaming of realities where we could spend nights together
And listen to each others heartbeat
Instead my heart wastes away
In nights Selene gives me company with her stars
In her peace of dark
My heart thrives
Although love as a person is idealised
It it merely and only a romanised idea not meant for everyone
Not meant for me.
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“Rapunzel” Original Poem
Rapunzel, Rapunzel
They say.
Let down your hair
They say.
And I never do.
Why should I?
They don’t know me
And I don’t know them.
I don’t even know
What’s out there.
How do I even know
If it’s a better environment
Than this miserable tower
I live in with my family.
Kings and princes,
Knights and dukes,
They all have come
And try to convince me
To let down my hair
For them to climb on
And rescue me from this prison
Known as my home.
They have offered me
So many things
In order to get me
To let down my hair.
From money to marriage.
And every time they do,
I turn them down
And tell them to go on their merry way.
Thus, I stay here in this tower
With my well meaning but misunderstanding family,
Wondering when will I ever
Say yes
To one of their offers.
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One afternoon
When I was singing out the window,
I heard someone say
What a lovely voice.
I looked down
And saw her,
A princess on her horse.
Her smile was so warm
It lit something inside me.
What is your name?
I told her.
Rapunzel, Rapunzel
Will you please perform
At my ball tonight?
I was so close to telling her
Yes,
But something stopped me
From telling her.
I need to ask my parents first
I told her.  
May I ask why?
You are a mature maiden
Such as I am.
She tells me.
My apologies, Your Highness,
But I simply cannot attend
Without permission
I told her.
Her smile dimmed at this.
Okay. Maybe another time then
She bid
Before leaving.
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Rapunzel, Rapunzel
She called up
The next day.
I was equally surprised and elated
To see her again.
Will you please come down
From your tower
To take a stroll
Through the forest
With me?
She asked me.
Again I was close to telling her
Yes.
But again something stopped me
From telling her.
I cannot, Princess,
Not without my parents’ permission
I told her.
I thought she will leave
Like she did yesterday.
But she didn’t.
Instead, she said,
Rapunzel, Rapunzel
Let down your hair.
My apologies, Your Highness,
But I cannot.
Again, I thought she would leave.
Instead, she said,
Okay.
May I at least stand here
And engage in a conversation with you?
You may
I told her.
She smiled at this
And I smiled in return.
Thus, we conversed throughout the day.
When the sun began to set,
She bid goodbye,
Promising to return soon.
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And return she did.
Every time she visited,
She asked me
To let down my hair.
And every time she did,
I told her no.
We conversed
About her life in the palace,
About my life in the tower,
And everything in between.
Unlike the
Kings and princes,
Knights and dukes
Before her,
She refused to give up.
The more she visited me,
The more difficult it was for me
To tell her no.
I very much wanted
To tell her yes.
It was growing
More and more difficult
To live in this tower
With my family.
All the arguing, fussing, yelling
Was draining me.
I wanted to escape my home
And explore the world with her.  
But it will never be
I told myself.
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A month after our first encounter,
She asked me again,
Rapunzel, Rapunzel
Let down your hair.
Instead of answering her,
I broke down crying.
Have I upset you?
If I did, I sincerely apologize,
She said.
No, Your Highness,
You have not upset me.
My family has.
I cannot take living in this damned tower
Any longer.
I want out
I told her.
Then come with me.
I will take you
Far away from this tower.
I will show you
There is much more to life
Than this tower.
Please, Rapunzel,
Say yes.
I cannot leave my family
Without letting them know.
Rapunzel, please
She started to tell me
Before I cut her off.
Tonight I will tell them
That I’m leaving in the morning.
Return here when the sun rises
And I will happily go
Wherever you want to go.
I will be here in the morning then
She bid
Before she left.
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Mother, Father,
I need to tell you something
I told them that night.
What is it, Rapunzel?
They asked.
I am leaving in the morning.
Leaving?!?!
Yes, I am leaving.
I have found a companion
Who I want to explore the world with.
Who is this companion?
How long have you known this companion?
Where exactly are you going?
When will you be back?
She is the princess
And I have known her for a month
And I don’t know
And I do not intend to return to this tower.
Outrageous!
You are not leaving this tower.
I can and I will.
If you leave,
You will never be allowed
To live in this tower ever again.
Do you understand?
I understand.
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As the sun began to rise
The next morning,
She arrived on her horse,
Her smile the warmest
I’ve ever seen on her face.
Rapunzel, Rapunzel
Let down your hair.
And after years and years
Of telling
Kings and princes,
Knights and dukes
No
I finally
Let down my hair.
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stardust-stains · 4 months
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You are the Rosalind,
To my Romeo.
You don't love me back;
You survive the play though.
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rosecoveredthorns · 2 years
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spirits.
we put on our best dresses, and swayed to the sound of our hearts beating as one.
and for one night, we were not two opposed energies, but instead a united spirit.
filling my heart with warmth and comfort - compelling, although forbidden.
you fill my head with delusion and my soul with purpose, an irreplaceable high.
and though i am ought to resist your tempestuous complexion, your roots call out, begging for my indulgence.
i suppose you’ve always been my favourite ghost.
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archersea · 2 months
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last summer
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thedeepweb · 2 months
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This is not a poem for wimmin drinking diet colas just to save few extra calories
Poem by Elliott
Holding you is not easy. Regardless of what we don't say I am wider than you and thicker than you. When we lie on our sides my body curls behind yours my large stomach and small breasts can not both touch you without my pressing and pushing. And when my arm lies along yours it is not, as poems say, tight and lean but is loose and large hanging over the edges. With my upper arms the size of your calves, my calves as large as your thighs, my thighs more round than your waist, how can holding you be easy? How can we be this thing "lovers"? When you disappear beneath me when I cannot stay one more night and borrow something of yours when we are not, by anyone, mistaken for one another. We who are so different in a physical sense which is, in this world, an emotional sense. And what ways can we be if way to you means methods and styles but way to me means pounds and hatred We can, when alone, be each one most beautiful we can, when alone, redefine our givens but we are, my love, so rarely alone.
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millenialqueer · 3 months
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Kitchen Dance
I dance in the kitchen and grab your waist from behind
I kiss your neck and sway to our shared Spotify mix
I feel your body against mine and heat rises within me
You
are
so
beautiful
Your soft skin
Your narrow hips
Your thick ass
Your dimples
You smell like vanilla when I tuck your hair behind your ear to kiss your neck
You make me smile and laugh and long all at once
Your beauty cannot be overstated
I can’t get enough of you
I get to love
and make love
with you the rest of my life
A tear rolls down your check and I kiss it away
Emotion bubbles
and bubbles
and boils over
I do not understand its source but desperately want to heal it
Or shoulder it
I want to collect your tears and
water your self love
or wash away your self doubt
Baptize you in the notion that you are beautiful,
perfect,
worthy,
just the way you are
Until then,
I will dance with you in the kitchen
and whisper in your ear
how beautiful you are
and how much I love you
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figpoems · 5 months
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We can be so intimate that our mouths are fused as one
But we can’t hold each others hands
And you can’t rest your head on my shoulder because that’s too close
But you know how I feel inside
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er3to · 2 years
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what is your love language to me?
is it words of affirmation, sweet nothings that carry pink into the night? do you whisper praises atop praises that you truly mean & leave little notes of adoration within the crevices of our home together?
is it quality time? there is nothing but us & time, and i'll start to think that you're magic by the way you make minutes feel like hours & hours like seconds? (you tell me that you could spend forever with me and love every moment of it.)
is it physical touch? do you get nervous when our thighs meet when we sit together? do you want your hands on me constantly: on my waist, brushing my cheek, keeping me warm? (skinship with you would be like a dream.)
is it acts of service? do you do stuff for me, hoping that it would be appreciated? (i see what you've done for me. i smile. i write a love letter to you.)
is it gift-giving? do you find yourself out & thinking of the things i would like? do you want me adorned with all of the ways you love me?
this is the way that you reassure me, so i don't have to ask if i'm still loved or not.
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— always, erato <3
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wonderlorn · 1 year
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I like her so much it hurts to look at her
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oxytocxins · 1 year
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I thought the earth remembered me, 
she took me back so tenderly. 
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