nineplanets
9 Planets
Look, this spot has existed for like 11 years. I like A LOT OF SHIT. Deal with it. Also, hi! This is an inclusive, safe space. -> Ace, non-binary, fucks with coffee & succulents
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small sunday
the star in my skybutterfly wings in my cheststardust in my lungs-rjm
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the moonthe tidesmy bodyall cycle togetheri stand in the surfa daring finger of watercaressing my thighas i bleedcrimson stain sand-speckledwhite cotton between my fingers,a rivulet tickles my wrist;the tide rises, pain blooms-rjm
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vibing on nature
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thank you + a poem i don’t remember writing
a huge and heartfelt thank you to everyone who read and liked my posts during national poetry writing month! your support means so much to me, and i appreciate it more than you know. i had so much fun during april, reading inventive, moving, stunning poems all over the internet; i will add a link to the menu soon for quick access to my collection for april if you missed a day.
today’s poem, as…
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hemispheres
heaven and hell hemispheresdirectionlessgravity bends timetime becomesmolasses in decembertime traps memorysuffer the silence my hands are fullmy hands are full-rjm
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slow burn
slow burni choose this, alwaysthe fingers whisking below the surfaceto brush the infinite well of youof me;the ember forgotten underestimateduntil it’s too late-rjm
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lots to say, nothing to say
the linesare notnecessarily brilliantbut theyhavequeued in my brainwaitingto beheard-rjm
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a tiny poem
the sun is out;my heart has grown lungs,and it sings with the finches-rjm
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dispatch
dispatch from the jagged outcrops:please find enclosedthe edelweiss i promised youstopit will look so sweetnestled in your buttonholestopa star in the night skystopyours everstop-rjm
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not a poem
though it is a poem, in a way
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fold/unfold
we unfold our crane bodiesto lay flat against one anotheryour creases and mine juxtaposed on the earthyour garden grows soft against my bellyperfuming my thighs, staining my hips red and purplemy moss coat, my hollow bellyyour small hungry mouths seeking a sunrise at midnightour garden lives as we liveand we hide our secrets downamong the roots and the wormsyour mouth for mineour crane bodies…
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day 30/30
migrainethe fog binds medrags down my eyelidsmuffles my fingersrobs me of the joyof this last day-rjm
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day 29/30
how to existlet grief become the center / allow the wild of your living to emerge at grief’s edges / breathe into the creeping things that come / water the ground with your tears —(you will find the earth holding your grief to be fertile)soon you will look out the window of your life / grief will be an obelisk in the distance / rising from the tangled vestige of your rewilded existence-rjmprompt:…
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day 28/30
metamorphosis, or something like iti would look back every timebecause i already do;magnets cannot control polaritythe river cannot resist the seaheavy clouds open their arms and let loose their cargoorpheus turned because the oceans turn to see the moonand are changedare changedare changed you are the mooni am the oceani see youand i’m changedi’m changedi’m changed-rjm
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day 27/30
ghazal of a specific desirea study of something so common as someone’s lips;summer sun and sea spray teasing the pink of your lipsmy finger finds the loose seam of the quilt under the eclipse;in the midday midnight, how dim the pink of your lipsthe bar lined with mint juleps;a clove cigarette and the pink of your lipscome back here and use these whips;the bite on my skin like the pink of your…
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day 26/30
triptychafter “if i had three lives” by sarah russelliiilinens flap in a gentle mountain breezecarrying your sound to the clotheslinewhere i gather the freshly dyed and dried cloth;i bury my nose in the soft fabriclet the tears come as i breathe inthe smell of my joyyou built this home with your two handsmade sure we could chase the sunthrough every roommade sure the warmth hugged your tenorwith…
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day 25/30
i haven’t tasted enough seen enough smelled enough experienced enough to call myself “poet”/ i only travel through photographs other people took, and if you chipped at my surface for long enough, you would break through to my dark, hollow insides befouled with decay that stings the nostrils and lodges in the brain for days and weeks / regrets pile up, walking through them is like sinking into the…
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