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aren't you tired of being nice?
an ache that wears your bones –
don't you just want to go apeshit?
and drop them in their homes –

#poetry #ideation

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with patient eyes that see no prey,
yet hear it in the brush –
on tacit wings that speak the end,
my breath choked to a hush –

#poetry

🌒

I wish I knew the words to say,
to salve a wicked wheal –
found family fractured by mere words,
left cuts that cannot heal.

he's driven by a broken heart
the world could never mend –
transition left without a choice,
wounds are left untend...

#poetry

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time and time and time again, I
wonder in the woods, where
naught but darkness and discomfort
lie, aware of every spear

#poetry

🌘

I tell myself I'll be alright,
the horrors, they will pass.
yet at night, when I lie awake,
my optimism's crass.

#poetry

one more poem, Miss Biscuit, and this will be the furthest I've been from the record number of posts in the Shire

💀💀💀

the world reduced to skin –
a language of the tide,
it's chemical, dimensional –
the feeling so sublime.

impeccable, sensational –
a truth that runs me through.
it’s in my bones, yet ineffable –
this love I have for you.

2/2 🧵

☀️

alchemical, incredible –
the way you say my name,
delectable, spreadable –
a bright and rising flame.

susceptible, affectional –
your hand upon my arm,
unconventional, sensible –
a sweet and sudden calm.

1/2 🧵 #BlueSkyRelay #Poetry

​To trace the fault lines in the soul,
A map held in your hand,
You need the time to be alone
To finally understand.

​A broken bone – in time – will mend,
And grow back stronger there.
The ache becomes a part of you,
A strength you learn to bear.

2/2 thread

There's grief and loss – in things unsaid –
In moments never had.
Do not regret the ache you feel –
Emotions iron-clad.

To break the cycle of sorrow –
Your heart, you mustn't steel –
To feel the sting, unrequited,
Embrace the wicked wheal.

1/2 🧵

Heartache is an interesting creature. A gentle kind of feral. Longing and loss that is all teeth, a holy reckless howling.

#BlueSkyRelay #poetry

Like little needles into flesh,
Her hyphae burrow in.
A hazy fever of the mind —
That dreams of gentle sin.

And though I rot away in bed,
Through suffering — we grew,
To see the way you flourish now –
Your love takes golden hue.

You slip into my dreams
on my mind rising from sleep
kissing in the promises we keep

#poetry

#poetry #community

We come together every month,
To mend our splintered parts.
Hand in hand we share our woes and
Take solace in our arms.

Feel the pulse of community;
It's lifeblood, through and through.
We keep us safe in darkest times,
I know this to be true.

#poetry #unrequited
It won't happen...
I know.

But for a moment,
I think...
I'll catch your eye somehow,
Despite myself.

It won't happen...
I know.

But maybe...
Somehow...
I'll become your exception,
To prove the rule.

🖋️ 1/3

(the feelings mostly being a insular layer for me to process and post shit into the void without eyes on me for it (usually). I'm still very weird on main.)

I write my poems on an alt,
a way to pass the time.
I hide my feelings in plain sight
and hide away from grime.

I follow you because I want
to see the joy you share:
Silly things, both baked goods and rhymes,
that shows us that you care.

#poetry

Setting boundaries is a must
This much we know is true
Choose when you're vulnerable, but
Not at the cost of you

We paused before the rushing End –
A Swelling of the Ground –
Her final Blush – scarce visible –
Two Souls – without a Sound –

Since then – 'tis Decades – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day –
I first received my Little Death –
And gave my Life away –

🧵 3/3

A quickened Breath – a gasping Prayer –
A Hand upon my Hip –
By raking Nail and tender Tooth –
A living, sacred Script –

Or rather – every Word, a Deed –
Her Body taut and warm –
My Finger traced a Line of Lace –
To know Her sacred Form –

🧵 2/3

#poetry #EmilyDickinson #Sorta #ButVeryHorny ☀️🌕

Because I could not stop for Death –
She kindly stopped for me –
The Chaise Lounge held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality –

She took the Reins – She knew no Haste –
And I had put away
My Labor and my Leisure, too,
For Her sweet Blasphemy –

🧵 1/3

My poetry is
like my solo adventures.
Trouble finishing.

#poetry #haiku lmao 💀

There once was a girl from Bluesky
Showing off skin on the 4th of July
Her thighs incredibly thick
And she's rocking a dick
And I'm stuttering now in this reply

- a terrible limerick

I do not seek understanding
Ontological overflow
So starkly divine, I will be
More than you'll ever know

I reject how you define me
Acceptance is a fuck
You can rage against fluid form
Simply remain moonstruck

🧵 2/2

#poetry #transition 🌕

I am not what the world made me
I'm something to enshrine
I yet shape my own flesh and bone
In an image divine

Shaped in the image of myself
Neither man nor woman
Nor other, no mold that can bind
Portrayal overran

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