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fromblisswithlove · 2 years
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"So to you straight folks / i say — Sure, i'll go / if you go too, / but i'm polite — / so — after you."
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"I found home, it wasn't a place or a house, it was a person, my home is my lover I've had many homes in the past sometimes I was evicted from those homes or the home would crumble, but the home I am in feels warm and safe it's my comfort and tranquility." -olyver/ivan rae nadia, my 'home' is a person its my partner
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“Rapunzel” Original Poem
Rapunzel, Rapunzel
They say.
Let down your hair
They say.
And I never do.
Why should I?
They don’t know me
And I don’t know them.
I don’t even know
What’s out there.
How do I even know
If it’s a better environment
Than this miserable tower
I live in with my family.
Kings and princes,
Knights and dukes,
They all have come
And try to convince me
To let down my hair
For them to climb on
And rescue me from this prison
Known as my home.
They have offered me
So many things
In order to get me
To let down my hair.
From money to marriage.
And every time they do,
I turn them down
And tell them to go on their merry way.
Thus, I stay here in this tower
With my well meaning but misunderstanding family,
Wondering when will I ever
Say yes
To one of their offers.
*
One afternoon
When I was singing out the window,
I heard someone say
What a lovely voice.
I looked down
And saw her,
A princess on her horse.
Her smile was so warm
It lit something inside me.
What is your name?
I told her.
Rapunzel, Rapunzel
Will you please perform
At my ball tonight?
I was so close to telling her
Yes,
But something stopped me
From telling her.
I need to ask my parents first
I told her.  
May I ask why?
You are a mature maiden
Such as I am.
She tells me.
My apologies, Your Highness,
But I simply cannot attend
Without permission
I told her.
Her smile dimmed at this.
Okay. Maybe another time then
She bid
Before leaving.
*
Rapunzel, Rapunzel
She called up
The next day.
I was equally surprised and elated
To see her again.
Will you please come down
From your tower
To take a stroll
Through the forest
With me?
She asked me.
Again I was close to telling her
Yes.
But again something stopped me
From telling her.
I cannot, Princess,
Not without my parents’ permission
I told her.
I thought she will leave
Like she did yesterday.
But she didn’t.
Instead, she said,
Rapunzel, Rapunzel
Let down your hair.
My apologies, Your Highness,
But I cannot.
Again, I thought she would leave.
Instead, she said,
Okay.
May I at least stand here
And engage in a conversation with you?
You may
I told her.
She smiled at this
And I smiled in return.
Thus, we conversed throughout the day.
When the sun began to set,
She bid goodbye,
Promising to return soon.
*
And return she did.
Every time she visited,
She asked me
To let down my hair.
And every time she did,
I told her no.
We conversed
About her life in the palace,
About my life in the tower,
And everything in between.
Unlike the
Kings and princes,
Knights and dukes
Before her,
She refused to give up.
The more she visited me,
The more difficult it was for me
To tell her no.
I very much wanted
To tell her yes.
It was growing
More and more difficult
To live in this tower
With my family.
All the arguing, fussing, yelling
Was draining me.
I wanted to escape my home
And explore the world with her.  
But it will never be
I told myself.
*
A month after our first encounter,
She asked me again,
Rapunzel, Rapunzel
Let down your hair.
Instead of answering her,
I broke down crying.
Have I upset you?
If I did, I sincerely apologize,
She said.
No, Your Highness,
You have not upset me.
My family has.
I cannot take living in this damned tower
Any longer.
I want out
I told her.
Then come with me.
I will take you
Far away from this tower.
I will show you
There is much more to life
Than this tower.
Please, Rapunzel,
Say yes.
I cannot leave my family
Without letting them know.
Rapunzel, please
She started to tell me
Before I cut her off.
Tonight I will tell them
That I’m leaving in the morning.
Return here when the sun rises
And I will happily go
Wherever you want to go.
I will be here in the morning then
She bid
Before she left.
*
Mother, Father,
I need to tell you something
I told them that night.
What is it, Rapunzel?
They asked.
I am leaving in the morning.
Leaving?!?!
Yes, I am leaving.
I have found a companion
Who I want to explore the world with.
Who is this companion?
How long have you known this companion?
Where exactly are you going?
When will you be back?
She is the princess
And I have known her for a month
And I don’t know
And I do not intend to return to this tower.
Outrageous!
You are not leaving this tower.
I can and I will.
If you leave,
You will never be allowed
To live in this tower ever again.
Do you understand?
I understand.
*
As the sun began to rise
The next morning,
She arrived on her horse,
Her smile the warmest
I’ve ever seen on her face.
Rapunzel, Rapunzel
Let down your hair.
And after years and years
Of telling
Kings and princes,
Knights and dukes
No
I finally
Let down my hair.
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theweirdothatiam · 4 months
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You make me cry
My leg hurts
I can't remember the last time somthing hurt like this.
The stinging pain feels real, it radiates outwards, itchy and hot.
I want to cry.
I think you love me
I'm honestly not quite sure, I'm know I love you with my while heart.
I'm trying sobarity
I went dylan's tonight, Kenny invited me, I sat and nursed a pepsi and declined the shots.
I wanted to cry.
I hope it doesn't end
I feel alive for the first time in years, I told you about Chris and you held me close.
I went for a run.
My legs ached and my chest burned with every breath.
The tears felt good.
My mum rang
She told me Adam had died, we went to secondary together.
I hated him
She didn't say but we both knew what happened, she made me promise I wouldn't.
I will cry all week.
I had forgotten about the pain of living. Everything hurts, life is pain and I'm ok with that.
Even if we do not last, I will be ok, it will hurt and we will live.
Thank you Darling.
X
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c-show · 6 months
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mementotori · 9 months
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🌹There is so much power in a kiss; energy being transferred from one to another with intentions of love, care, kindness, passion...
When I think of you and how you kiss me, how could I not be addicted?🌹
Poem by me!
Crystals used: rose quartz heart 🩷
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ekwords · 1 year
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It comes and goes the waves of emptiness,
intrusive thoughts invade my mind as if they own it,
telling me I'm too much and simaltanously not enough.
that I'd be better off gone then to feel the pain of being abandoned by anyone.
everyone who enters my world, my mind tells me is temporary,
that I shouldn't get attached,
however when I feel my entire self worth is dependant on what I can do for others, I give everything.
just for those thoughts to trickle back and leave me fading to black.
a change in tone,
a late reply,
come on now...I'm not worth their time.
i'm too much and not enough.
- Ek
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poemsonmars · 3 months
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you told me that daisies
are your favorite flower
and i had to fight the urge
to plant a bouquet
of them in my lungs.
i want to cough up
petals and stems
when you smile at me.
i want to be so full of
your favorite things
that i forget how to breathe.
-mars
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furiousfinnstan · 4 months
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HOW TO(KILL YOURSELF) PERFORM DIVINE FEMININITY-nina andrej
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HOW CAN I BE A GOOD TRAD WIFE?BECOME THAT GIRL A WOMAN WHO PRIORITIZE WELLNESS, PRODUCTIVITY, BEAUTY AND MINDFULNESS 20 WAYS TO LOSE TEN POUNDS!FACIAL HAIR REMOVAL GUIDE BEGINNER FRIENDLY 
WAYS TO TAP INTO YOUR DIVINE FEMININE AND YOUR TRUE GODDESS SELF WAYS TO KILL YOURSELF!HOW TO KILL YOURSELF HAVE YOU CONSIDER THAT THE ANSWER LIES IN THE AFTERLIFE?HOW TO KILL YOURSELF KILL HOW TO PERFORM DIVINE FEMININTY HOW TO PERFORM  FEMININTY FEMININTY?HOW TO PERFOM
how to perform blasphemous masculinity:
step 1)get a knife
step 2)realize you have your mother's teeth but your father's bite
step 3)patricide 
step 4)get a bigger knife
step 5)try to use it 
step 6)fail
step 7)try again
step 8)become friends with addicts they are your brothers in arms(not optional)
step 9)become an addict yourself(optional)
step 10)wear the stupidest thing you can find
step 11)don't shave
step 12)shave your head
step 13)find god
step 14)lose god
step 15)get heavy boots.you will never outrun them,you will never outfight but you can always break their fucking noses
step 16)fuck everything that moves
step 17)wear a mask 
step 18)wear a fucking condom
step 19)matricide(optional)
step 20)become lightweight
step 21)find salivation in her body 
step 22)give away your last dinar 
step 23)ask for someone's last cigarette 
step 24)always have a lighter on you
step 25)curse your grandfather's existence 
step 26)find a new god
step 27)build yourself new saints 
step 28)realize your father is all bark and no bite
step 29)kill yourself to build yourself
step 30)get an ax and with your shaky hands kill your father,kill your grandfather,kill your great grandfather,kill your bloodline,for we are not mere men we are writers we are faggots we are great whores we are cunts and bitches we are vultures we do not deal with fiction of fathers we deal with the naked truth we do not deal with honorable masculinity,we are all bite and no bark,
now take the hand that fed you nothing but scraps all your life and bite it off 
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butchrat · 2 years
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"I say I'm done with religion but still find myself praying when I cry" religion + queerness
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Silas denver melvin
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Anne sexton
Ashandabstraction
Anne carson
you guys seem to prefer my happy ww but I'm depressed so you'll simply have to cope my bad
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stil-lindigo · 1 year
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fishing twine.
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a short comic about a lesbian fisherwoman and her dubiously healthy relationship with her sea monster girlfriend.
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"in the old world, before the body / awoke and ruptured, / you followed your father shirtless / through the yard, grass bloody knees, / one of the men in your small cowboy / boots and muddied hands."
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"I've lost everyone in life it's always so cold for me I feel numb and can't care but you, I've grown quite fond of if I were to lose you I think my heart would long for you and never find another to love, the hurt would be unbearable"
-olyver (ivan) rae nadia, about my lover who I never wish to never lose
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“Cinderella” Original Poem/Short Story
One of you 
Can wash the dishes.
One of you
Can clean the kitchen. 
One of you 
Can take out the trash. 
One of you
Can clean the bathroom.
My father tells 
My sister and I.
But guess who always 
End up doing the chores?
This woman right here!
My sister acts like 
She can’t do a damn thing
In this house.
My parents complains 
To me about my sister
And how she doesn’t 
Help out around the house.
But do they say anything 
To her?
No!
Whenever they do 
Say something,
It goes through 
One of my sister’s ears
And out the other. 
It makes me sick.
So sick 
That I want to escape 
This hell of a home.
But I have no means 
To support myself,
And as my mother 
Always remind me,
No husband 
To depend on. 
So what can 
A woman like me do?
Just clean my life away
I guess.
 *
I knew something was up
That day 
When I saw my sister 
Washing the dishes 
And cleaning the kitchen. 
Whenever my sister 
Does any chores,
She wants something. 
I soon found out
What that something was.
 *
There is a ball tonight
In honor of the prince’s birthday
My mother told me.
A ball?
I asked, surprised. 
Yes, a ball, 
And we are riding 
Your sister there.
Maybe the prince 
Will take pity 
On your sister 
When he sees her
And marry her. 
Is everybody invited 
To attend?
Yes.
So can I attend too?
No.
Why can’t I go?
Because we have hopes 
That you will 
Make it on your own.
You are a smart, beautiful woman. 
Surely you will find a job soon.
You would think so,
But no one wants a woman
Smarter than them.
Well keep looking.
And also keeping 
Looking for a husband.
Mother! 
I’m just saying,
You don’t want to 
Live in this world 
All by yourself.
Of course I don’t.
Then keep looking. 
 *
Oh! I hate it 
When my mother tells me
To keep looking.
I have been looking.
I look every chance I get. 
I do nothing 
But work 
And look for more work.
As for looking 
For a husband,
Well,
Does it have to be 
A man I marry?
Why can’t I find 
A woman to marry? 
I don’t want a man
To solely depend on.
I want to find someone
I can depend on
And they can depend on 
Me too.
But my parents 
Are traditionalists.
Your daughter 
Can marry a woman,
But mines is going 
To marry a man.
Someone please 
Get me out of this house!
 *
That evening, 
My parents rode my sister 
To the prince’s ball,
Leaving me to watch
Over the house.
I asked my best friend 
Earlier during the day
To come over.
She agreed,
But she probably 
Didn’t agreed 
To hearing me vent 
All night about the stupid ball.
Why didn’t you just go?
Because my mother said 
I couldn’t.
So?
You are grown.
And isn’t she the one
Who wants you to 
Find a husband
Which is ridiculous
Because you obviously 
Going to find a woman 
To marry,
But that’s besides 
The point.
True.
I sat with my thoughts 
For a moment
Before I realized 
What I needed to do.
I need to go to that ball.
I am going to that ball
I told myself more so 
Than to my friend.
Then let's find you
The finest gown 
In all the lands 
My friend declared.
 *
A couple of hours later,
I was at the ball.
I put on my costume mask
As I entered the palace.
I was amazed 
To see a long line 
Of women waiting 
To see the eligible prince.
While I was interested 
In seeing the prince 
In person,
I wasn’t interested 
In standing in a long line
Just to see one man.
So I grabbed a drink
And went to stand 
Out on the grand balcony. 
I was at complete ease.
I wasn’t broken out
Of my state of easement 
Until I heard someone say
It’s very peaceful 
Out here, isn’t it?
I turned around 
And faced who 
I assumed was the prince,
Dressed in his royal suit.
Your Highness, 
I wasn’t expecting 
To meet you like this
I said.
Ah, you must think
I’m my brother. 
I’m his sister,
Princess Christiana  
She said. 
Oh, my apologies!
I didn’t…
It’s okay. 
I told my mother
If I wore one more gown
To these balls
Then I wouldn’t come 
At all. 
And she listened to you?
Well, yes.
I know she’s the queen
And my mother,
But I am the princess
And I am a mature woman.
I can and will wear
Anything I want. 
I wish I had your bravery.
You do. 
You just got to let it out. 
There was something
About the princess
That made me believe her.
If I was going to be brave,
What no better time
Than tonight?
I took off my mask. 
May I have this dance?
I asked her.
I would love to
She smiled,
Holding her hand 
Out to me. 
I took it. 
And then
We were dancing. 
 *
I never could imagined 
A night like this.
I never could imagined 
A love like this. 
The longer I danced with
Christiana 
The more I didn’t want to leave. 
But that cursed clock
Rung out,
Indicating that it was
Almost midnight.
I needed to be home
Before my parents 
And my sister arrived. 
I have to go
I told her.
Wait, 
I didn’t get your name 
Christiana called out 
As I ran toward the main doors.
I was running down 
The stairs so fast
That I didn’t realized 
I left one of my slippers
Until I got back 
In the house. 
 *
What are you smiling about?
My sister asked me
The next day.
I couldn’t help it.
I couldn’t stop 
Thinking about 
Last night.
I never felt like 
That before. 
I wanted to feel like
That again. 
Indeed, you have been 
Smiling ever seen 
We got back home 
From the ball
My mother stated 
As she stared at me.
Unless 
You were at the ball.
That's ridiculous, 
Mother. 
You told me 
To stay here 
I lied.
Don't lie to me,
Ella. 
You have met someone.
The smile on your face
Says it all. 
Who is he? 
My face reddened,
Giving away
To the fact 
That my mother
Was partially right.
But I was also mad 
That she immediately 
Assumed I had fallen 
For a man. 
Nobody! 
I said.
Ella…
It will never be.
Suddenly
My heart sunk 
At the realization 
That I will never be 
With her again.
She is the princess 
And I'm just 
A woman who 
Lives with her parents 
And her sister 
With no money 
To her name. 
It will never be.
 *
My mother 
Eventually dropped 
The subject 
And I was allowed 
To go to my room. 
Thankfully 
My sister stayed downstairs.
So I was able 
To cry alone
Without being ridiculed. 
 *
I must have 
Fallen asleep 
When my mother 
Came running into 
My room.
Ella, 
Someone 
From the palace
Is here!
Great,
The prince chose 
My sister after all
I thought to myself
As I followed 
My mother downstairs.
My parents, 
My sister and I 
Stood outside,
Waiting for the royal 
To step out 
Of the carriage.
Finally, 
The coachman 
Introduced the royal.
Presenting Her Highness,
Princess Christiana.
My family's mouths
Dropped as
Christiana  
Stepped out of the carriage,
Holding my missing slipper. 
Your Highness,
What brings you
To our humble home?
My mother asked 
After we all bowed 
In the presence 
Of the princess. 
I'm here 
To return this slipper
To your daughter 
Christiana explained,
Smiling at me
The whole time.
My parents' 
And my sister’s 
Eyes were burning my back
As I walked toward her. 
Now that 
I have returned 
Your slipper,
Will you please tell me
Your name?
Ella. 
Ella, 
Will you please 
Do me the honor 
And attend 
A private dinner
With me tonight?
I would love to. 
Your Highness, 
Will your brother 
Be attending too?
My mother 
Desperately asked. 
Goodness, no.
But I will pass 
On the good word
About your other daughter 
Christiana promised.
After we both 
Got into the carriage,
I took a final look
At my family 
Who still looked 
Stunned.
I waved goodbye 
Not only to them,
But to my old life 
In that old house,
Ready to embrace 
My new future.
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theweirdothatiam · 7 months
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I have forgiven you
And I did not want to do it. I had wanted to shout and scream, make your eardrums burst and leave you withering in pain.
You deserved the hurt you caused me.
I can see you slowly turning into your mother and me into you.
You said the hardest part of leaving was not walking back in after you forgave her.
You had given her a million chances and she always failed.
She deserved the pain she caused you.
She made a joke that you were more of a woman than she was. That your queerness should be hidden away, something to be ashamed of, it took you years to wear nail polish again.
I lost a stone because I couldn't eat that first week after I left. You joked about my clothes swamping you and I now I can't stop counting my plate even when you're not around.
Why can't you see who you are turning into?
You say she had a rough childhood and never dealt with it, an explanation not an excuse, she needs to talk to someone.
But now no therapist fits right and you feel just fine without. You don't want meds, you're fine it's not like she hit you.
I used to say, one more time and I'll leave, I'll pack up for good, but it's not like you hit me, were going good, it's ok. You don't mean to make me cry. Would I have left if you said that last year? Would I have even dated you if I had heard the way you shout?
I try to tell my body you wouldn't hurt me but I still flinch when you raise your voice.
You think I don't notice the tears in your eyes? The panic after you break a dish, it's like you expect something to happen. You don't talk about the panic attacks and the memories your body holds. The tension in your shoulder that never really leaves.
Should someone of called CPS? What would childhood you of said?
I love you more than I love my garden, I love you more than I love food, or laughing or everyone else in the world.
You still have her as " Mum 💚" in your phone. The number is blocked.
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.
I wish I could stop forgiving you. It's easier to leave when I'm angry with you.
But I still forgive you.
So I ask to come back in, promising I won't leave again. I melt at your touch. I have missed you so much.
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