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bbubblesbro · 10 months
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bbubblesbro · 10 months
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I look at fingers stained with paint,
callouses formed from practices honed.
My hands are instruments of bliss
and form ink into emotions to be found on paper.
I see the fingers adorned with paint
and find pride in these artists hands.
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bbubblesbro · 2 years
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Deep sense of longing for a place of my own,
homesick to a place i dont yet know.
racing for where I will some day belong,
set and safe like the mountain peaks snow.
A Journey before me and things life will demand,
past build lesions and things taking into hand,
learning new ways, wont be erroding into sand,
they'll anchor the ground into firm steady land.
Despite worry and dark clouds, i shall prevail,
withstanding storms and hail, continue to sail.
grab determination by its neck, even when i fail,
i'll get up, march forth and exhale; prepared to chant my tale.
A constant blanket, a comfort to the mind,
a wind-still sky to keep concerns aside.
reaching for it, this future of mine,
setting into it the souls sublime shrine.
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written with my friend Grey @/grey_aperture on twitter
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bbubblesbro · 2 years
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I settle my body,
these aching limbs,
into a pocket of warmth.
Insides scraped raw,
joints creaking,
croaking pains.
I gather this shell,
to rest in this glow
and melt into the ground.
A reprieve,
if not prefect;
relief,
if not for long.
Pain,
a passing memory;
aches,
but distant groans.
I settle this aching body,
with all its cracks and flaws,
under this blanket of warm and calm.
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bbubblesbro · 2 years
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trying to find feelings within my innards i have stumbled upon none but ice burning apathy within my bones
it will melt sometime yet for the moment i am a glacier in eternity expanding within my skin and building pressure
it will wane but it is painfully present at this time keeps pushing at my brain leaving little space for toughts of better times
scraping together memories of the good hiding within myself from the sayings of my darkest part i end up where i started
trying for findings within my innards
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bbubblesbro · 2 years
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my grandmother has been forgetting for a while,
so it was less of a surprise,
to hear that sickness had come for her memories.
we havent been close for some time
yet shes held dear in mine,
had build a steady home within my memories.
i wonder how hard it will be
in however long a while
when no longer she can see
me within her mind.
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bbubblesbro · 2 years
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Tell me a secret, something dark within your soul
What is a secret but a story you havent told
(my memory refuses me the mystery)
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bbubblesbro · 3 years
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the pain has returned to my frail form,
brittle limbs plagued by unknown thorns.
no control, no matters,
just surprise in sudden patterns.
ebbing, waining and then rearing strong,
pain has returned to my form.
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bbubblesbro · 3 years
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The world is large
and we're all small.
We hide unhidden
in our walls.
Little dust on this grand canvas of space.
A little time, with little meaning but this dust has much to face.
Our existence just a speckle, does our pain leave any trace?
Whats to gain from rotting in this grave.
So lets call us stardust,
as we are.
We'll make a monument of dirt.
Take a meaning to believe in,
build ourselves a bigger picture.
Take a reason to be kind,
and pray to any god you find.
So i stand in the blood i weep.
Build the meaning that i seek.
Write with the iquor of my life
to be remembered by my kind.
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bbubblesbro · 3 years
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If i were to be in another world would i still be hurt and disturbed
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bbubblesbro · 3 years
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I came out to my family,
Then everyone else.
My friends knew,
It went surprisingly well.
I can continue to grow,
I can continue to be.
I can continue my life,
A bit more anxiety free.
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bbubblesbro · 3 years
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If someone tells me how to run away to live as the weird queer artist in some village i will absolutly do it. With every page of studying i take one step closer to full blown mania and i am considering the life of a run away just for the chance of not having to continue this academic nightmare
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bbubblesbro · 3 years
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Me humming instead of talkin bc talking is a dirty dirty peasant activity? Why YES
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bbubblesbro · 3 years
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You dont have to doupt yourself. There will be dozens of thousend version of yourself like there will be of everyone else. You change by night you change by hour you change by second. It is okay for you to just be.
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bbubblesbro · 3 years
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Kindness is a choice
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bbubblesbro · 3 years
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Knitting is the cause of static in my hands
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bbubblesbro · 3 years
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You are capable of so much love
Give some of it to urself.
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