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Another notch in the book

A tally on the post

Never meant to see 16.

What do they say

When you open your mouth?

Can they see your lungs

Shrinking down your throat?

Sword in hand

Held above your head

Slitting you palms,

Sweaty and slick.

Hey baby,

Don't tell me your name.

I'll call you

Asphalt On My Knees.

I'll call you

God In The Smoke.

#my poetry #im another year older and i still havent had a single good birthday #this is the 1st and only draft. its all you get lol (for now. i have something big coming maybe) #ngl i kinda forgot about this blog #my writing #i also forgot how i keep this blog organized lol

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Season of love

Pink day

I think I'd rather

Fade away

What happened

To the unromantic sway

Of my aromantic

Green tinted days

.

SAD and

Tangled up inside

This Valentine's

I'll wash away in the tide

Stay in bed

Until everything feels fine

Queerly confident

Slipping away with my pride

#self rb #timezone rb

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Red and pink

Pastel capsules

Chugged down

By the chalky handful

I'll give you my heart

If you're willing to get your

Hands

Dirty

gorey spilling viscera

clumped in palms

Will you love

The jagged lines

Of my ribs?

Will you love

The stone heart

Exhumed from my chest?

Disappointment

Is breaking my shoulders

Where you set it

I'm sorry

You expected something

I'm sorry

You didn't know my heart

Is just

An

Organ

#self rb #timezone rb

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The worst day of the year

Is hailed with paper hearts

Torn from chests

Taped to walls

Chocolate boxes underground

Sh-thunk

Shovelfuls of chalky candy

Tossed aside

Pretty purple fingertips

Bloated ans bent

Ratty hair

Clumped to scalp

What holiday is better

To love the rotted shell left

Than the cracked rib

Pulsing, writhing chest cavity

Worst day of the year

#self rb #timezone rb

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The worst day of the year

Is hailed with paper hearts

Torn from chests

Taped to walls

Chocolate boxes underground

Sh-thunk

Shovelfuls of chalky candy

Tossed aside

Pretty purple fingertips

Bloated ans bent

Ratty hair

Clumped to scalp

What holiday is better

To love the rotted shell left

Than the cracked rib

Pulsing, writhing chest cavity

Worst day of the year

#my poetry. #my writing #aromantic #aro #vent poetry #i hate valentine's day so very much its unreal #my poetry

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Red and pink

Pastel capsules

Chugged down

By the chalky handful

I'll give you my heart

If you're willing to get your

Hands

Dirty

gorey spilling viscera

clumped in palms

Will you love

The jagged lines

Of my ribs?

Will you love

The stone heart

Exhumed from my chest?

Disappointment

Is breaking my shoulders

Where you set it

I'm sorry

You expected something

I'm sorry

You didn't know my heart

Is just

An

Organ

#my poetry. #my writing #aromantic #aro #yet again #vent poetry #amatanormativity my beloathed #my poetry

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Season of love

Pink day

I think I'd rather

Fade away

What happened

To the unromantic sway

Of my aromantic

Green tinted days

.

SAD and

Tangled up inside

This Valentine's

I'll wash away in the tide

Stay in bed

Until everything feels fine

Queerly confident

Slipping away with my pride

#my poetry. #my wrtitng #vent poetry #aromantic #aro #i fucking hate valentine's day #usually im v confident and proud of my aromanticism #but then amatanormativity: the holiday happens and i feel like shit #my poetry

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist Characters: Martin Blackwood Additional Tags: implied jmart, Implied Jon, Eyepocalypse, Apocalypse, Poetry, on tragedy and choices, i. am aromantic. idk dude, i dont actually use the word together even once Summary:

[ Dear heart Who sees all and knows all. Dear heart At the center of the sky. ]

– From the notes of Martin Blackwood

#self rb #scheduled rb

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Not Dead Yet

[Plain Text: Not Dead Yet]

Listen

To the tip tap rainy day pattern of my step.

The click of my cane is the shading of my walk,

Aluminum bent handle

The lines of my sketch Stretch

My dislocation between my teeth.

I know the gummy taste

Of orange bottle medication

Lick

The dust off my thumbs

Swallow

The bittersweet taste of relief,

Maybe.

Two tablets taken by mouth daily,

Check my pulse against the Morse code cheat sheet,

Fall risk, it says

Sick, it says

Alive, alive, alive

Not dead yet, 

It says.

I'll hang x rays on my walls

And call it art.

#self rb #scheduled rb

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist Characters: Martin Blackwood Additional Tags: implied jmart, Implied Jon, Eyepocalypse, Apocalypse, Poetry, on tragedy and choices, i. am aromantic. idk dude, i dont actually use the word together even once Summary:

[ Dear heart Who sees all and knows all. Dear heart At the center of the sky. ]

– From the notes of Martin Blackwood

#self rb #scheduled rb

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Not Dead Yet

[Plain Text: Not Dead Yet]

Listen

To the tip tap rainy day pattern of my step.

The click of my cane is the shading of my walk,

Aluminum bent handle

The lines of my sketch Stretch

My dislocation between my teeth.

I know the gummy taste

Of orange bottle medication

Lick

The dust off my thumbs

Swallow

The bittersweet taste of relief,

Maybe.

Two tablets taken by mouth daily,

Check my pulse against the Morse code cheat sheet,

Fall risk, it says

Sick, it says

Alive, alive, alive

Not dead yet, 

It says.

I'll hang x rays on my walls

And call it art.

#self rb #scheduled rb

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist Characters: Martin Blackwood Additional Tags: implied jmart, Implied Jon, Eyepocalypse, Apocalypse, Poetry, on tragedy and choices, i. am aromantic. idk dude, i dont actually use the word together even once Summary:

[ Dear heart Who sees all and knows all. Dear heart At the center of the sky. ]

– From the notes of Martin Blackwood

#self rb #scheduled rb

[yum-is]

Not Dead Yet

[Plain Text: Not Dead Yet]

Listen

To the tip tap rainy day pattern of my step.

The click of my cane is the shading of my walk,

Aluminum bent handle

The lines of my sketch Stretch

My dislocation between my teeth.

I know the gummy taste

Of orange bottle medication

Lick

The dust off my thumbs

Swallow

The bittersweet taste of relief,

Maybe.

Two tablets taken by mouth daily,

Check my pulse against the Morse code cheat sheet,

Fall risk, it says

Sick, it says

Alive, alive, alive

Not dead yet, 

It says.

I'll hang x rays on my walls

And call it art.

#self rb #scheduled rb

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist Characters: Martin Blackwood Additional Tags: implied jmart, Implied Jon, Eyepocalypse, Apocalypse, Poetry, on tragedy and choices, i. am aromantic. idk dude, i dont actually use the word together even once Summary:

[ Dear heart Who sees all and knows all. Dear heart At the center of the sky. ]

– From the notes of Martin Blackwood

#self rb #scheduled rb

[yum-is]

Not Dead Yet

[Plain Text: Not Dead Yet]

Listen

To the tip tap rainy day pattern of my step.

The click of my cane is the shading of my walk,

Aluminum bent handle

The lines of my sketch Stretch

My dislocation between my teeth.

I know the gummy taste

Of orange bottle medication

Lick

The dust off my thumbs

Swallow

The bittersweet taste of relief,

Maybe.

Two tablets taken by mouth daily,

Check my pulse against the Morse code cheat sheet,

Fall risk, it says

Sick, it says

Alive, alive, alive

Not dead yet, 

It says.

I'll hang x rays on my walls

And call it art.

#self rb #scheduled rb

[yum-is]

Not Dead Yet

[Plain Text: Not Dead Yet]

Listen

To the tip tap rainy day pattern of my step.

The click of my cane is the shading of my walk,

Aluminum bent handle

The lines of my sketch Stretch

My dislocation between my teeth.

I know the gummy taste

Of orange bottle medication

Lick

The dust off my thumbs

Swallow

The bittersweet taste of relief,

Maybe.

Two tablets taken by mouth daily,

Check my pulse against the Morse code cheat sheet,

Fall risk, it says

Sick, it says

Alive, alive, alive

Not dead yet, 

It says.

I'll hang x rays on my walls

And call it art.

#my poetry #my writing #poetry #writing #disability #disabled pride #hEDS #POTS #cane user #disabled poetry #i just got out of the hospital lmao

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Characters: Martin Blackwood Additional Tags: implied jmart, Implied Jon, Eyepocalypse, Apocalypse, Poetry, on tragedy and choices, i. am aromantic. idk dude, i dont actually use the word together even once Summary:

[ Dear heart Who sees all and knows all. Dear heart At the center of the sky. ]

-- From the notes of Martin Blackwood

#my poetry #my writing #poetry #writing #jmart #jonmartin #tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #jon sims #jarchivist #martin blackwood #martin k blackwood #jon tma #martin tma #the working title for this was 'martin sure do be a poet'