#personal poem

[hersurvival]

Soft,

Soft hands,

Soft hands I would like to hold.

And perfect,

Perfectly shaped lips

I would like to breathe against,

To tell you I love you

Directly

Into your open mouth.

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[ravenandmoon]

I'll meet you at the crossroads,

Mighty Goddess of the liminal spaces,

Borderless night-wanderer.

Hekate, born of the Stary Night,

She who blessed all the souls,

I'll let your darkness swallow me,

For i'm your devotee.

#personal poem #i think i like this one #helpol #offerings hekate #hekate deity #hekate worship #hekate devotee

[deancaskiss]

waiting for you is like waiting for the sun to rise;

inevitable,

and yet standing on that hill,

watching the moon slip behind the clouds

as the warmth peeks out to replace the silver glow,

I feel like i’m waiting alone.

#poetry #poem #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #spn #supernatural #deancas #destiel poetry #destiel poem #personal poem #just me rambling thinking about destiel and weaving it through my own consciousness #I rarely post poetry like this because I always spend ages tweaking and formatting #but today is a raw poetry kinda day #anyway love yall #not sure I’m gonna tag anyone in this because it probably isn’t any good alsjlsks #I can picture dean sitting in the cold grass of a hill watching the sun start to crest over the horizon as he waits for cas #because cas is nature #and if dean sits here and waits. cas will come back. like the sun always rises again. #except this time cas doesn’t come back. the sun rises and sets. and cas doesn’t come back.

[goatsgotmilk]

I fuck myself every night

Thinking about you

Is that too intimate?

Are my words too intimate

Writing poetry about you

Fucking you

Fucking myself

I drew us together

Too intimate for the eyes to bare

For this, you will never hear my poetry

You will never see the art that comes from you

Though I want to show you so badly

I want to intimately read you my poetry while you fuck me

While you hold me and make me feel small

So I will fuck myself

Reading my poetry

Every night

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[queenie-blackthorn]

girl of the desert

somewhere in the land of the bedouins, away from the skyscrapers and traffic and wars and modernism and traditionalism, deserts lie calm, whispering their secrets into the december wind that blows across.

dunes stand tall and proud like the arabs, a blended sea of gold and red and brown— a hush falls over it. winter wind blows again. clouds like a dark blanket over the sky— lonely girl stands, tall, proud, wide-eyed.

a colored shayla ruffles up her curls— she holds it in place at her chest, scrunched up above her jalabiya— colored like cream, silvery rhinestones peppered along the neckline and sleeve

she walks, her bare feet disturbing the smooth layers of mineral, grains making way for her as she leaves her mark on the sea of sand. the world holds its breath for her, refusing to spill its tears on the lonesome arab girl.

the sun hides from her, nestled in the dunes— it dips lower into the horizon, illuminating the skyscrapers perceptible in the distance. sharp blue buildings tinged with fiery orange— but wait. it stops, and they stare at each other

girl versus sun. blinking their eyes, anticipating— who will back down first? both are stubborn. a cloud passes, sheilding the star from her, and she smiles, triumphant, when it goes down and finally recedes to where she does not see.

a voice calls out. she turns around and she sees five people. three girls, two boys, standing, smiling, next to her parents. she beams at the sight of them, and she digs her henna'ed feet into the ground before she joins her family. the sand slows her down.

rain dances its way down, kissing the ground, painting dots into the surface of the desert sea. the moment freezes, and a snapshot is taken in the desert girl's memory, forever remembering the december wind, rain, and the red-gold sand.

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[growingupmormon]

Love Dad

I love and support you but I believe lgbt shouldn’t be said in schools

I love and support you but there are two sides to every issue

I love and support you but children should be with parents who don’t affirm their gender

I love and support you but I still love the church that taught you to hate yourself

I love and support you but most of my friends think you’re an abomination

I love and support you but I could identify as a toaster and people would have to respect it right?

I love and support you but they is not a singular pronoun

I love and support you but this doesn’t make sense to me

I love and support you but they shouldn’t throw it in our faces

I love and support you but trans people shouldn’t get to choose the bathroom they use

I love and support you but trans surgeries shouldn’t be covered by insurance

I love and support you but people who dressed as the opposite gender when you were a kid were mocked as monsters and pedophiles

I love and support you but as a child I tried to convince you that lgbt couples shouldn’t have or adopt children

I love and support you but I voted against marriage equality

I love and support you but I want roe v. Wade appealed

I love and support you but I will never acknowledge your identity to the rest of my family

I love and support you but I will listen to anti-trans “news” out loud where you can hear it

I love and support you but I can’t talk about this anymore

I love and support you but I wouldn’t love and support you if you didn’t share my DNA

#personal poem #trans #trans nonbinary #exmo #tw #I’m okay just needed to write this out today

[liviwaslost]

Silent Silver Rain

Why can’t anyone see the rain clouds

With all my raindrops on the school grounds

Even among the thundering crowds

Not a single umbrella can be found

I always tried to avoid the puddles from the rain

But such attempts have always been in vain

Leaving me to shiver from the cold wet pain

I’ll try to find the sun so I won’t complain

Why can no one see the storm clouds in the sky

With all the water works in my eyes

There was only sunless silver skies

But I would say it was sunny sky blue and lie

I now have more sunny sky blue days

After being freed from the high school grays

I can bask in the warmth of the sun's rays

As I have found manies caring gaze

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[cant-find-my-name]

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[chrysanthemums-and-delusions]

~ The wish to not forgive ~

Like any delusional freak, I’ve been thinking of you. Walking down the streets I kinda wish I saw you… I wish you saw me and begged for forgiveness And you wouldn’t get it; I wish I could tell you to your face, “I do not forgive you”; To make you beg, like how I groveled at your feet before, You would plead and cry and come up with excuses, To make me think I’m wrong, like how you did before, I wish you knew how much of a pathetic weed you are The only thing you will ever get from me is a not-subtle “Fuck. You.” But the streets are empty, You are nowhere near sight, I kinda wish I had the chance to send my last reply…

~ 02/11/2023 ~

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[tamsong]

1/25/24 ~ are you doing this because it’s right or just to hurt yourself more?

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[theatresofarcana]

My poem, "Nonbinary".

"don't look at me anachronistically

don't create an archetype

of the androgyne

i'm not a woman

i'm not a man

i'm not an androgyne

you don't need archetypes to glance at human

with an ardent care in your eyes

you don't need to make an androgynous box for me

i'm not in between

i hadn't been i'm not i won't be

the way i imagine myself

have nothing to do with your gaze

insensible and blurred

it all doesn't exist

i'm a being

i

essence

or even not an essence

i just am

inner essence is all i have

ask me about my identity

ask me with love

don't force me to be your ideal nonbinary

don't point at any contrast and encounter of the lines

don't define me as someone in between

the moon is not feminine

the sun is not masculine

the moon is lunar

the sun is solar

they are beautiful

not binary

not animal alike

that's all i said"

- Lucien Skirlińskie.

DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT CREDIT.

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[hersurvival]

This rage has always been with me. Hovering, watching, waiting.

We were formed at once within the womb and born entwined.

The ghost of a twin absorbed in utero

Became a shadow of anger that has never left me feeling alone.

Wrath has kept me warm when all else was cold, distant.

It has guided me through the dark and brought me here, for better or worse.

Silently screaming, violently kicking anything in my way, punching walls,

And doing damage to myself.

It has never felt contained,

A devil on my shoulder bellowing to destroy, to break, to ruin.

Floogates open, the pressure builds, and I crumble.

I am engulfed in black flames and I burn down everything.

You'd think someone with this.. abundance of sorrow and tears at the ready

Could extinguish herself.

But at such extreme temperatures, water fuels oxygen to explosives,

A catalyst for greater destruction.

How do you rid yourself of duality?

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[daydweam]

“You are my sanctuary, you are the doorway to my warmest memories. These words are carved into the laughter you bring me. They are born from every tear thats fallen into your hands. Tattooed to my virtue. Without judgement.”

-Daisy Chain (me, daydweam)

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[theitalicsoh]

I have a video on my phone.

It’s been on there since 16 August 2022 at 16:56

I think my brother would laugh at it

But I still haven’t sent it.

I could send it and then delete it but as my iCloud fills and the alerts start coming through.

The video stays.

I think my brother would laugh at it.

And something so deep in me that I couldn’t name it if I tried.

Something in me needs to hear him laugh.

What is love if not a video you save just to see someone smile?

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[goatsgotmilk]

Shitty art <3

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[scriptedbutcreative]

To be, work hard .. To not, kiss the dark..

I close my eyes, I don't see dark

Dreams and visions, not to be lost.

Made out of gold, sparks in the dark.

Here to be lived, for money I never cared.

To be or not, I won’t kiss the dark.

To be or not, easy come easier lost.

To be or not, In the abyss never leapt.

To be or not, always seeking to be good.

To be or not, I keep my faith and undying trust.

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