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It's never been a part of me to use social media as documentation or even a hobby. I started this poetry blog so long ago that it feels like a lifetime, and I have lived a life between then and now. I'm very happy with that life, my friends. And so I know I never promised consistent posting or whatever makes this app pay attention to the little writers like me, but I've been gone a long time. I don't know if I'll ever be back, so to the people I love dearly and have met through this little corner of the internet I feel the need to say I'm sorry for not being here. I'm sorry I have to go. This blog won't be dead 100%, but it won't be regular or dependable. But it doesn't mean I don't think of you guys often and fondly. You've been such a great part of my journey, and I appreciate you.

Love always,

Reaper

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It's never been a part of me to use social media as documentation or even a hobby. I started this poetry blog so long ago that it feels like a lifetime, and I have lived a life between then and now. I'm very happy with that life, my friends. And so I know I never promised consistent posting or whatever makes this app pay attention to the little writers like me, but I've been gone a long time. I don't know if I'll ever be back, so to the people I love dearly and have met through this little corner of the internet I feel the need to say I'm sorry for not being here. I'm sorry I have to go. This blog won't be dead 100%, but it won't be regular or dependable. But it doesn't mean I don't think of you guys often and fondly. You've been such a great part of my journey, and I appreciate you.

Love always,

Reaper

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ur first and last recent emojis are ur gender now. mine is 🅱👨‍❤‍💋‍👨

#😄🙄 #my gender is passive aggressive #this is the best statement i have ever made

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Uncanny Valley

The words trip

over themselves,

tangling up.

Can't you

just spit

it out?

Wrong places

and wrong

times.

Can't you

just get

it right?

Broken hands

with gnarled

fingers.

Can't you

just get

it right?

Tangled up

insides,

wrong times

with

broken hands.

Can't I get it right?

A symetrical face

breaks.

Can't you

do anything

right?

#poetry #poets on tumblr #poetryportal #poem #poets #poets corner #poetic #spilled poetry #poetscommunity #poetsandwriters #original poetry #sad poem #reaper writes #reaper has no rights

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2023

1. RAGE, RAGE AGAINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT.

2. YOU DO NOT HAVE TO BE GOOD.

3. WE ARE ALL GOING FORWARD. NONE OF US ARE GOING BACK.

#YES

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ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

#the real folk blues #ive gotten into cowboy bebop :)

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We got two minutes of sunlight back today. I wanted that to be enough. Last night, I filled my room with light for the solstice. Yellow glowed against green walls, a ghost of spring I conjured up carefully. It was not a rite, but a promise. I will make my own light when I need it. I will make a lantern out of my voice. The light will spill out of me when I choose.

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"Being queer is not natural and is inhuman"

It's true

We're all gods

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You are not supposed to let down your guard

Admit to needing help or show weakness

The language of your clenched fist: speaks volumes.

I can see it when nobody else does

As I have been there, myself

Worn the uniform & taught to be compliant-

In the complacency of the mask

Solidified across your face-

Hard pressed, hard currency, hard headed

Hard cover, hard labour, hard sell, hard wood

Hard nail, hard times: have hardened the callouses of our minds.

Elite elimination; illumination frustrations

In the stations of the cross-bearer- that is you.

The truth is the road has not changed-

New polished boots march, as they did centuries ago.

As another tear

drops

silently into the snow.

“We are not supposed to go down into the darkness of the core.

Yet, if we can risk it, the something born of nothing

is the beginning of truth.”

― Adrienne Rich, On Lies, Secrets, and Silence: Selected Prose, 1966-1978

#poetry #anjo friend

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The Lonely Leaving The Lonely

Why did you go?

The lonely

covet family;

You're loneliest

of all.

Why did you leave?

Family was

what you

wanted

most of all.

We're we not good enough?

We didn't

sacrifice

enough or,

pay enough

attention.

Were we not enough?

Two little

girls, who

had no where else,

no one else,

to cling to.

I was not enough

to stop you

from running.

Are you enough

to keep me

from leaving?

#poetry #poetryportal #poets on tumblr #family trauma #poem #poets #poets corner #spilled poetry #writers and poets #poetscommunity #reaper writes

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Ugh, tumblr I'm begging you: stop sending the bots my way. I want to sit not posting in peace. You're killing me 😓

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From Jeanne Morel’s chapbook, Jackpot, available at https://bottlecap.press/products/jackpot

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If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better! ♡

💖

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Never Have I Ever

Call me Sunshine only

If you don't mind eclipses at times

Random as cracks on asphalt

Never would I ask to be taken as steady

Sanity but a waxing crescent

Engine sputtering in the night

Trying to turn over futilely before

Stalling

Restlessly scratching at the same itch

Never would I have acquired this ache

Had I never seen the light

#twcpoetry #poetryportal #poetry #i love this #autumnsunshine10

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Sessho-Seki

despite your grave serenity you contained for 1,00 years the androgyny of every sorrow and the hope of every grief

stop blaming the birds that fly into the glass windows

looking out over the balcony the river is not frozen anymore but the buildings are in the way

shake these days from the wooden pepper grinder there is not enough time for regret

you are in the birds flight path I cannot blame you even though I really want to

because death protected us from love as love could not shield us from death.

A really simple riddle Quest Prompt:  “blood on a stone”. Ok because I am nice I will give you a big hint!  The Sessho-seki (殺生石, Sesshōseki), or “Killing Stone”, is a stone in the volcanic mountains of Nasu.   It was reported on March 5, 2022 that the stone had split into two parts.

#poetry #i love this #i missed your poetry friend

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EVERY QUICK! WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE FALL OUT BOY LYRICS???

#the poets are just kids who didnt make it #the best part of belief is the lie