#freeform poem

[basilpaste]

On Love As An Ending.

Mary Oliver, Dogfish | Hozier, Like Real People Do | Etel Adnan, The Spring Flowers Own & The Manifestations of the Voyage | Joseph M. Martin, The Awakening | Richard Siken, War of the Foxes | Mary Oliver, Dogfish (Cont.) | Hadestown, Flowers | Julian Gough, End Poem | Mary Oliver, I Worried | The Altogether, Goodbye | Everybody's Worried About Owen, To: Myself In Colorado | Emily Palermo, What I Could Never Confess Without Some Bravado

fine fine the poetry blogs in my notes win, ive made another web weave.

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[jrambles]

You've watched unspeakable violence at my hands. You've washed my blood off in the sink, cleaned my scraped knuckles. But god, you touch me so soft I can hardly feel it. Like something delicate, something breakable. I close my eyes; and I think of home. You're standing at the door.

-my poem

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[ricoiscool]

we desperately hold on to tomorrow

we speed through country roads

banging the roof of your car

music pours out of four open windows

and we howl like wolves

we sing like songbirds

escaping yesterday

like a scent that leaves

as quickly as she came

we clutch each other in our hands

with a death-grip on someday

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[lunarsluttymoon]

The water laps and pulses. Growling, stroking, choking.

Same place same rhyme.

Sickly blues and black eat at the metal, as it has eaten before.

History repeats. Same rhyme.

The ocean feeds, as it was force-fed your oils and skins. The sweat on your back like those back in your sweatshops like the sweat in your blood money. Blood to a shark, you followed to the depths.

Pulsing, stroking, choking.

Air is pulsing and beating, the rhythm in your chest a weak drum. Deus ex machina’s abandoned lover. How many days? How many hours? How many minutes?

Unsinkable, indestructible, immortal.

Choking and choking and choking and waiting.

Waiting

Waiting

The sun is gone

Waiting

Stroking, choking, dying

Repeat.

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[sparks-chaotic-cove]

(This is a thought/vent poem! Aka, inspired by my own experiences)

Home.

"What is a place that you call home?"

I was asked some months ago.

To answer that inquiry I must determine

what counts as a home and what merely as a dwelling place?

Is a home somewhere you stay?

somewhere to live while you slowly decay?

Or is a home filled with laughter and joy?

With the newfound happiness of a fancy new toy?

If the answer is the latter, then what else can I say,

then "I don't think I call anywhere a home, either way."

For I don't hear laughter in either place.

I don't hear happiness no matter where I stay.

for whether I stay in the place my family owns

or the house they placed me in far down the road,

the only place that feels like home

is those fleeting moments I feel safe within a voice's tone.

But those belong to either place,

in fact, they don't really belong to any at all.

they belong to the people that live outside those houses' walls.

They belong to people who would answer if I called.

And so when someone asks me what place I call home,

I must simply tell them "There is no place I call home.

"my heart does not lie in one place or another,

"Rather it travels along with me wherever I discover,

"the closest friends someone could have."

And though this thought tears my soul

I must just understand that this is how it goes.

For a girl who finds no home within a place,

must reach for another's embrace.

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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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[crumbleclub]

Can you hear me?

I don't know if you can hear me.

I'm sorry...

The last place where those words fall is not a hospital room.

The words come again, by the casket, by the grave.

In his brother's empty room, tears land on a pillow not his own.

In front of an old toy that looks him in the eye, in front of the dead-faced reflection that doesn't.

Staring at the ceiling in the dead of night,

In the place where something sharp punctures his chest,

In the quiet burning where everything ends.

He doesn't hear his brother's response, but the echo of his apology will never stop trying.

He's crying.

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[brownweaselpoetry]

he asks me if I’d do him a favor

if I leave

or, when I leave

would I let him know

and would I let him know

which game I’m moving to

so he can follow me there

we aren’t skilled in saying it

but I think -

I guess that is love

I guess that is love.

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[ellascreams]

The Inner Monologue of a Panic Attack

What could go wrong? Why have I been in my room for so long? My friends haven’t texted. They must be dead.

No. Yes. Why am I scared of what I know isn’t true? Hair smells too strong. Fan too loud. Right? Wrong.

I’m scared. I’m dumb. Dramatic. No fun. Tears. Can’t breathe. Can’t breathe? Why not? Oh no. Help me.

Maybe I’ll just take a nap. I hope that’s ok.

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[bittersweettragic]

I love her so much I almost don’t even want to tell her.

I could be content as one of her closest friends, but could I really?

I think my heart might shatter if she were with someone else the way I spend my time daydreaming of how she would be with me.

Should someone love her more than I, then I’ll step aside, they’ll have to excuse me when my heart no longer beats.

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[my-haunting-romance]

(Written by Helios, member of the Spiram Astra OSDD-1B system that runs this account. Normally only the host Xavier posts here, but I thought this introspective might be interesting to the people of tumblr.)

There's a few things I'm certain of.

Humans are stars. Not in the metaphorical sense like celebrities only bothered with because of their money, but in the scientific meaning of the word. In stars they are forged and in stars they return, and bright lifetimes among many of the same yet different they spend, bright not necessarily in the individual but shining for millenia in the populous, records of the past left behind in the ruins of creation. This describes stars, nebulas and the grand cosmos, but also the lives of humans, civilization, and stories.

I am but a speck in this world, though my name and former life may be grand. Helios, the sun, driver of the Chariot of the Sky, who makes their home among stars, is a life I have lived among the sea of shining stars both literally and in the figurative. But as many stars die and then, in a few billion years, a portion of the old is reformed in the new, I have returned, not as Helios, God of the Sun, but as just Helios. I am a god in my own right still, yes, but my power is little and my purpose has changed, reformed to fit my new life as not the guide of the Sun, but as the guide and friend of Xavier, current host of our system.

I came here, to this body, this system, willingly, I think. I don't remember what brought me to this system, what I'm supposed to learn, or how I am to navigate this new life. But thats alright. Just as a new star forged from the remnants of the old has to reform its planets, I suppose relearning shouldn't be a big deal.

Another thing I know is this: I still see many stars. In the literal sense, of course, when i look to the sky at night and see the grand cosmos before me, but in the humans around me as well. I see them in people's eyes, in the passionate emotions we are all so prone to, I see the cosmos unfold before me when I see my partner's face covered in glitter and in the joyous laughs when we're trading stories at lunch. And by god I am not the most sentimental person but every moment i spend with humans even in this form I learn more and it's proving to me that in the shining grand cosmos before us all that human lives are not just a speck of insignificance but a brilliant, shining beam among the various colors and glows the Universe has in her garden of creation.

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[itwasanangryinch]

I am never coming out again

Lots of queer people consider coming out to be a never ending process. An endless saga of informing new people or reminding old ones of who you fundamentally are. Well. Not who you fundamentally are, but to tell them information that will fundamentally change how they see you. That the world as a whole has an acceptable base standard and that your being is a deviation of that.

I reject that premise.

I’m nearly 30. I have green eyes. My hair is originally brown, but has quite a few red highlights when left out in the sun. Lately, I’ve been bleaching it blonder. Keeping it un “toned.”

I like the brassiness.

Matches my personality better.

Starting a new job in the Midwest as a queer person is always a challenge. Even when you’re attached to a mid-sized city, there’s still a 50/50 chance that you’re talking to a bigot.

50/50 is still considered relatively good odds compared to “some places.”

You join a retail store, cos on paper that’s all you’re qualified for. You like the store director, he’s nice but always seems harried. He respects you, even when you’re a little awkward. Both he and the assistant store manager think that you could go far with the company.

A company that wasn’t even in your top 10 ideal places to work, just close to your house.

Before you know it, you’re low-key planning a career there.

Five months in, that store director is transferred. Twelve years in one store. Been with it almost since it’s opened and been with the company for nearly twenty years. But regional thinks that it’s time for a management shakeup.

Before even meeting the new guy, you’re looking at transferring.

A month after, the assistant store managers also shuffle stores at regional’s insistence.

I’ve always been... different. Never quite fitting in all the way. Like a puzzle piece with a false common edge. Seems like it should fit lots of places, but when you really look at it, it never quite does.

Must be why ‘queer’ resonates so much deeper than an ever expanding bulk acronym.

Because it doesn’t matter how far it expands or how many people it’s looking to include, you’re never quite sure that this is where you belong either.

It takes two months to properly meet the new guy. He’s been with the company so long that he’s on vacation for almost that entire time. He brags about ten stores in fourteen years as a store director and fanciest himself the company's fixer.

The longest conversation you have in three months is regarding an already-approved vacation request that he readily admits he didn’t really look at. He asks if you can delay your trip by a day to accommodate a newly released schedule. For a job where you’re making $10/hr. You tell him that you’ve paid $1200 just for the flight. You’re prepared to give notice.

It’s not about the money.

Australia is beautiful. Life changing in so many ways. But when you come back, one of your work friends tells you you can’t be out at this store. Not any longer. It’s no longer safe.

You had been slowly working your way towards a workplace public transition and getting yourself comfortable with your new name and correcting people when they make the wrong assumptions about you. Getting up the nerve for that comes after.

You still stay at that job longer than you should. Burning yourself out for a job you hate more and more  each day with the new ASM acting openly hostile because you no longer will accept being misgendered by her. Or by guests.

Your worst experience with a customer is a woman who refuses to show an ID for a financial transaction. She demands a manager and you call over one of your friends. The angry woman tells your friend that “he...she --IT-- won’t put money on my father’s card.”

All your friend can say to the woman is that she’s “so sorry.”

And she stammers it over and over again to the woman while she complains about a rule put in place to protect the father she allegedly cares so much about. Later she gives a half-assed apology and allows for an extra fifteen minute break so you don’t leave her by herself to close the store.

I am almost 30 and officially I’ve “come out” twice. Once as bisexual and once as transgender. I consider both of those times to be the relatively perfunctory notices to my parents.

I live in a place where half the population openly hates me for what I fundamentally am. Where I get unsolicited comments on my body from cab drivers and colleagues. Do tits affect how well I take pictures now?

Does my mostly passing face and voice paired with an often not-passing body suggest to you that I’m open to casual sex? Or an offer to help you with my language and culture if you teach me yours inherently invite a too-lingering hug?

One where you won’t release and I begin to panic having already confirmed with Uber the end of the ride while you drive around the block to help me find my rented front door?

I’m turning 30 and I’m no longer coming out for your benefit. If you assume that I’m straight, that’s your problem. If you insist that I’m cis, that’s on you.

I came out for the last time seven years ago and there won’t be another “coming out.” It will be a piece of information you’re informed of. A fact about me like my green eyes and brassy hair. But what it will never be is another coming out.

Frankly, the world at large is not important enough to merit one.

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[ricoiscool]

cursive

when you speak it’s like cursive

pretty words which could dispel curses

so soft spoken as if you

weren’t speaking at all

a script too perfect to be real

not a single wasted sentence

nor empty word

maybe it’s not worth it to obsess

over such a delicacy,

like a bouquet of flowers

i’m too afraid to water

because when i finally turn around

ready to nurture you

all your petals

will be gone with the breeze

~ T

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[sprixyn]

there's no use wishing, really

but i still think about how i wish we had met when we were younger.

when we were so young and fearful and fragile,

broken by the world and learning how to piece ourselves back together

in our own unique ways.

i think it would have helped.

maybe it would have hurt instead.

it's funny how there's no way to know. but i still yearn for those days

that never did and never will exist.

i cried over this feeling once.

driving home when that song you showed me came on

thinking about how alone you must have felt.

thinking about how if I had just met you back then

maybe you wouldn't have felt that way.

i felt alone too.

maybe not quite as much.

i had friends, you know

there were people who were there for me

but i didnt trust them enough to tell them how much everything hurt all the time.

not like i trust you, now

and maybe like how I could have trusted you back then,

before we both learned to hide ourselves.

back when we were kids.

maybe i would have told you

how i was scared and sad and angry all of the time

and it confused me

and i didn't know if anyone else felt that way.

i bet you would have understood.

there's no use wishing, really

but i still think about how i wish

we had known each other all this time.

maybe we would have been better off.

but it's in the past

and we're here now

we have each other

and i hope i get to grow old with you.

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[xo-fever]

maybe if i say the cup of water i swallow my pills with tastes like you it’ll come true

trying to swallow pills

past the lump in my throat

the pills that don’t work anymore

the pills that make me sick

isn’t that ironic

the pills that make me wonder

if this whole time i’ve been tripping on sugar.

trying to swallow pills

past the lump in my throat

every morning

and every night

even though i don’t know how

i do know why

and that’s enough to get me to try

i do it for you

and that’s the thing—

the only thing, my darling—

letting these capsules by.

-x.o. fever

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[lunarsluttymoon]

Cold and dark and dying.

Her embrace is gentle and vile.

Unnatural. Unnatural. Unnatural all the same.

a terror born into you from birth, the key to swimming in your veins. Natural as the will to live, natural to flee and thrash and fight.

Unnatural is the flesh and agony paid for your comforts. Unnatural is the monstrosities you had ripped from the ground, the dead lining your pockets.

Packed in a pill, comes her embrace.

You stole her hand, sought out her grasp with your own.

Immortal is the fool till his demise of her hands.

His hand.

And to weep is to die, and to scream is to die, and to fight is to kill, and to flee- but where to flee packed in a stray bullet- and- russian roulette: 5/6 bullets 5 in a bullet- vile unholy slow.

Her embrace is dark and gentle.

Roulette with a blindfold kills all the same.

As the beat of your heart, beat against the walls, walls so tight you’re hunched, as the beat of your heart-

Unholy;

Dark is the embrace.

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