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ink-flavored · 1 month

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i wear women’s deodorant and men’s cologne i mix pink and blue to match my birthstone amethyst, creating a synthesis a dialectic speaking my singleness womanly chivalry and masculine grace a twist of the wrist that turns on its face bending borders into a threshold equal parts silver and gold i lead and i follow a solo in parts it’s hard pill to swallow if you’re scared of the arts i’ve never been more one than my two perhaps this will give you a breakthrough— the illusion that arose of oil and of water proves that opposition serves those opposed to the other as for me, i’ll keep my duality it beats a boxed-in, binary, banality

– bigender means

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kalavathiraj · 27 days

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It's easier to say no to work, to stay careless and lazy but a lot more difficult to act like an adult with responsibilities.

Kalavathi Raj, QUOTUS

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bottlecap-press · 5 months

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From Megan Minutillo Weiner's chapbook, The Poetry of Things, available from Bottlecap Press!

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cloudlessemptybrain · 9 months

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If you tell me

You are leaving

I will make it easier

I won't utter a goodbye

Or even cry a tear

Maybe a non-chalant alright

I'll show you I don't care

I will move to a new life

New books, new movies

New people and new bars

And I'll laugh, and I'll dance

Whenever you pass by

I'll imprison what I feel

If my heart ever decides to bleed

Just so you never regret

Your decision

So if you tell me

you are leaving

I will tell you we are fine

I'll make sure you forget me

You were never mine

If you tell me

You are leaving

I'll disappear

I will make it easier

.

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holeinthehedgerow · 2 months

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I Once Was in Love With my Bank Teller.

I once was in love with my bank teller.

Her name was Jules.

That’s what her name tag said.

Jules.

Such a beautiful name.

Jules.

Like the units for electricity, “joules”.

Didn’t know much about her,

Apart from that her name was Jules,

But I was in love with the idea of being in love

With the person I liked to imagine she was.

And she was,

Jules.

My imagination was vivid

How adorable our first meeting would be.

It would be a crisp autumn day.

We’d both be walking towards each other,

Us both dodging left,

Then dodging right,

Then left again,

Only to collide through our shared mistakes.

Her armful of books would go flying

Scatting the leaf littered street.

We’d both pick up the same book,

Begin an adorable game of tug-of-war.

And then we’d both look up

Let the book fall,

Love at first sight. Soulmates forever.

While standing in line at the bank,

Montages would play behind my eyes,

And lifetimes would flash before them.

Us going on our first date,

Meeting each other’s parents,

Burning our thanksgiving turkey.

Her dressed as a witch handing out candy on Halloween.

Arguing over the color of the birdhouse we’d one day paint-

Me wanting brown, her wanting blue,

Me painting it blue.

Then us dying side by side seconds apart.

One day I happened to see her driving by.

I lifted my hand to wave as she went.

I got soaked by a puddle as she passed.

I watched her drive away,

With my hand still in the air.

That’s when I recognized how unrecognizable I was.

I realized I didn’t know anything about Jules.

Except that her name was Jules,

And she was a bank teller.

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inadvertently-writing · 1 month

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the human element

the calm before the storm...

wait for it...

I can feel it...

come on...

it's been calm too long...

where the hell is the storm?

by @inadvertently-writing©

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thanataes · 17 days

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lamb teeth by @thanataes

wild boar, cardiff castle, photo by martin beek // jen mazza "peripety" // peter goodfellow

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deeplysincere · 8 days

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Why is it that my head swims late at night in endless thought?

I sit in the vast, endless sea of what I want to say.

Going through scenarios over and over,

Before I know it, the sun lightens the sky turning the darkness into day.

What should I say once I see you?

Should I take a different approach?

No. I just let it slip away another day. The fear grabs me again.

How does one tell someone how they feel?

How does one give their heart, hoping that they’ll be gentle seeing how scared it is?

Will he accept me as I am? Will you embrace my flaws, as I do yours? In your eyes, I see a love that endures.

-NLee

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janthewriter · 4 months

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Hope

not many things can keep me moving forward

in this life

that i call entrapment

my mind usually takes a stroll

down the wrong path

of endless foraging

the one true thing that does keep me going

is hope

anytime i want to let go

to just give up

hope keeps me going

but sometimes, i feel like hope is my enemy

always having a hold on me

never letting me go

~j.u.

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abbieswriteblr · 6 months

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Bibliophile

(by @abbieswriteblr)

I remain next to you like a shadow,

In exile, pleading for a passing glance.

Haunted by the ghosts of your afterglow,

These hallways used to sing songs of romance.

This once-novel love has become hostile,

I could analyze your words for ages.

In truth, I admit, I'm a bibliophile,

Looking for confessions in blank spaces.

Someday these pages will begin to turn,

Until then, I carry this grief alone.

You will be another lesson I can learn,

One about glass houses and tossing stones.

In your heart, you’ll know that it’s time to leave,

When the silence feels like good company.

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ink-flavored · 11 days

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Magnet Monday Week 38: Marble

use this as inspiration to smash a statue or something

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Transcript under the cut!

[Ko-Fi] [Magnet Monday]

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Marble

decorate my marble body

with dirt and ceremony

sit by all my art

and smash the porcelain

a broken arm presents

a silence

as cool and strong

as your concrete

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gracebriarwoodwrites · 1 year

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This perfume makes me smell like my lover is an angel all burning light and eyes, so you should not dare to touch me. I want to drown in it. I want to tempt everyone to touch me, to share in my softness, and I want to bite and snap at their hands like a rabid fox.

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bottlecap-press · 9 months

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From andres tello's chapbook, and whatnot, available from Bottlecap Press!

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patleclerc · 7 days

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Have a blessed day, BE kind ⭐️ Be special.. Excerpt from patleclerc.com/tooth-in-sincerity/ Art Changes Lives; patleclerc.com/book/ Photo by Liane Blanchard Illustration by @patleclerc_official

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inadvertently-writing · 9 months

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Am I

I smell the strife that no one smells…

I taste the fragments of fear and loathing

I yell the gripe that no one hears

as it echos in my mind..releasing a deluge

of anger from the remains of yesteryear

I dont mind not minding

I don't smell the odiferous stagnation of a societal

meltdown as it drips like candle wax on a warm night…

I can taste the metalic flavor of a long lost episodic

occurence as it replays itself again and again

I can reach into the past and bring it to the present;

I often taste the taste(s) of yesteryear

as they drench my saliva with thoughts

I am the destiny of myself;

destined to be the me that i was meant to be

to be

to not be

the me

the (not) me

to see

to not(sea)

to me,

or not to me…

To whom it may concern,

I am alone...

not alone but lone(ly)

I am

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mortallypurpleshark · 3 months

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endings

things have endings too

so do places

just like us they die too

when you stop reading in your favorite nook

when singing in the shower is no longer fun

when picking up cherries tires you out

when the chipped paint from the ceiling

sleeps in your childhood bed

when you're too old to play games you made up as a kid

things die too, things are mortal just like us

and without realization

slowly losing parts of yourself

kills you too

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