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#Vent poem
aurevives · 10 months
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— Aure Vives, excerpt from ‘Hymnal bite’
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rosebud-poet · 1 year
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[Black text on a white background that reads:
my gender is whatever makes me easiest to kill,
my gender is breeding stock, kill all men, can’t you just stay unobtrusive and neutral, the question cut apart in debate chambers, my ragged flesh and bones picked for statistics and arguments by vultures in suits who go home to too-young wives, breathing out my same old screams to useless onlookers sitting in rows, you’re disgusted by my blood on the floor but unwilling to shoot down what’s killing me slowly, what are the magic words i need to say to get you to care that i’m dying, 
my gender is polite young woman in a pantsuit long long dead, forward-thinking and modern, isn’t it funny that she lived as a man, she wanted better opportunities, we dug up the body and passed it around the archives and if you look here you’ll see the place where they cut out the most important parts, so sad to see such irreversible damage, so sad she never had children, so sad she was mutilated, but she was such a trailblazer, the first woman to put a bullet in a state senator’s head,
my gender is a bullet in a state senator’s head, shooting down vultures before they break my sibling’s skin, crippled tranny faggot (triple threat) with a score to settle, with a gash down the center of its chest spitting fire through pharmacy phone lines, never fucked someone who wasn’t an enemy of the state, never was your little girl, sticking around till the bitter end and triple dog dare you to come bash me yourself you bloody-beaked coward, come watch me be the monster you all say i am,
my gender is whatever makes me hardest to kill.]
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talon-dragonbeast · 1 month
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socialising
stand straight, two feet on ground
smile, bare your teeth (not too much)
fangs hidden in plain sight
your claws in fists, don't let them see
(don't let them know)
wings folded behind your back, so tight
always look them in the eye,
and let them look into yours (ignore the pain)
hide your scales under your clothes
and use words that don't belong in your mouth
do they know?
can they see what is hidden?
a beast with stolen skin
a monster in human shape
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feste-the-mad · 2 months
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First They Came (updated):
First they came for the African-Americans,
and I spoke out, because Black Lives Matter.
Then they came for the Gays,
and I spoke out, because Love is Love.
Then they came for the Muslims,
and I spoke out, because We Stand Against Islamophobia.
Then they came for the Transgenders,
and I spoke out, because Trans Rights are Human Rights.
Then they came for the Jews,
and I spoke out, because Hate has no Place.
I joined them, because Jews are Zionist oppressors who kill babies.
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fuckingwhateverdude · 2 years
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july 7, 2022
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goth-oat-milk · 7 months
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whiskeysorrows · 7 months
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found this while emptying my drafts
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coffeexxcigarettes · 23 days
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Actuality
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I cannot connect with you,
For I am not made of gentle things.
Where my body should hold flower petals;
Where it should curve with femininity-
It goes static with vulgarity.
My body does not echo that of which
Fantasies are made of-
This is simply not how I am created.
To see the light leave your eyes
When you realize the biggest truth of all-
That I am not as you think I am?
I fear I am cutting the red string,
And letting the pieces of my heart fall
Into me;
Into the void and
Flames.
When I whisper how far beyond me you are,
Know it is with intention.
Holding my breath to bend and snap
My bones into the perfect place-
Crack my ribs,
Dig my hips from beneath my flesh,
Dismantle my smile,
Sharpen my shoulders-
The bloodbath I'd leave behind
As I stand before the mirror.
Made of broken parts and ash,
A blurry picture of who you dream for-
And I still wouldn't be made of
Gentle things.
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star-is-a-cat · 8 months
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It’s the worst at night
When there’s nothing to distract me
From the way my body curls on the bed
Wrong
From the way there is no tail to wrap around me
If I close my eyes
I can almost imagine it
But I know
I will still wake up tomorrow
Wrong
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In the pit of my stomach There lies unsolicited doubt I don't want this feeling MAKE ME REGRET
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aurevives · 11 months
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— Aure Vives, excerpts from ‘Sólar—’
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flowersbark · 4 months
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my body
my autonomy
my philosophy
my psychology
will always just be
what you made of me
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sfsolstice · 12 days
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S. F. Solstice, "the entropic"
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tomboy-brainwasher · 3 months
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You wanted me to shave my hair
And kneel under the sacred feminine
But my wicked heart caused me to err
“Surrender your life or know famine”
That’s not a choice, it’s a ransom
And I can’t learn how to live
Of all the ropes I could climb
None have my name on them
There’s a woman in my reflection
She was summoned with a kiss
A wet pulsation of muscle spun
A lie between my curled lips
“Phantom of an unborn man,
Know obedience and submit”
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cythepoet · 6 months
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I dream of being a poet,
Sharing my thoughts and feelings,
Through beautiful words and phrases,
But it's so tough when the world is crushing me down...
It's almost as though the world wants me to crash and burn...
Motivation is crashing like old buildings collapse,
Hope leaving like the dead leave earth,
Happiness dying like the people at war.
I wanna be a poet, but I'm stuck here in this helpless world with too many people like me.
With hopes and dreams, but no motivation and skills.
With wars that endlessly damage and rampage through cities and towns.
World peace isn't real, dreams are just as fake.
I wanna be a poet, but I have nothing to make up for my wish.
I lack skills and motivation,
I lack pride and dreams,
Perhaps if I was someone else,
I'd be a better poet.
- Cy
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gingerlesbian17 · 9 months
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I'm like a neglected dog
I'm desperate to love
But when you approached
The only thing I know is how to bite
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