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Exercise one

That’s deep

I said, looking into the hole in my heart

You aren’t fourteen,

I replied to myself- wondering if I was truly as good at this  as I hoped.

Words began to fall like rain

Black ink of fear overflowing

Muck covering my boots.

Repetition

Repetition

Overflowing

Hurricanes

Money

Heart

Head

Home

Family

Repetition

Every step overflowing,

Sticky sweet ink- my dictionary of fear

A never-ending tome of copy+paste

Delay and haste

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17년 7월 15일 퀴어문화축제 퍼레이드 참가 Participating in the Korea Queer Culture Festival and its Parade

대한민국의 가장 큰 성소수자 행사인 서울 퀴어문화축제 퍼레이드에 참가했습니다. 한국사회는 성소수자를 표적수사하는 군대도 있고, 퀴어라는 단어는 방송에 나오지도 않아 가시화도 되지 않는 ‘헬조선’입니다. 이런 사회를 향해 한 목소리로 퀴어 인권보호를 외쳤고, 퀴어와 연대하는 페미니스트의 존재를 알렸습니다.

For D.Va participated in Korea’s largest queer event, the Korea Queer Culture Festival and its parade. Korea is a “Hell-Chosun” for queers, with an army that targets sexual minorities for their investigations, and the word ‘Queer’ does not even come out in the news. At the Queer Festival, we shouted out loud to our society that queer rights must be protected, and that there are feminists that band with queers.

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I think you mean gift.

custom game servers were a mistake

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Typist

The click clack of the keys

as you type on a clean

sheet of newly made

bits and bytes is

a welcome respite

The day was loud-

people too much and

places too many

a world resounding

around me replete

with attacks from

friendly fire

But here- here

we meditate,

you with your

click clack keys

and me with my

mish mash of

drawing/writing/sewing/cooking

my what-to-do-today?

You, my shield,

my roots,

my home,

my love.

Even on days like this

your silence is my sweet repose.

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some of my favourite absolutely SICK facts about the trappist-1 exoplanets: - theyre all very close to one another and to their star, so the length of a year on them varies from 1 to 20 DAYS - since they’re so close, the star appears a lot bigger than our sun from earth, and from one planet you could easily see the rest, some would even appear bigger than the moon from earth. you could literally see the surface of another planet with a naked eye!!! - they’re tidally locked to their star like our moon is locked to earth, meaning only one side of a planet ever faces the star, and on the other side it’s always night. the sun never sets or rises on any of the planets - the star is red, so the sunlight is red/orange, meaning if, for example, plants were to grow there, they could be black and that’s just what we know now, imagine how much cool stuff we have yet to discover about the trappist-1 system

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Am I supposed to share my life with my followers? I'm not good at this social media thing.... What's up other humans ?

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Anxiety I

Earthquakes rack my body-

constant tsunamis

of self-doubt surface

smashing against my

self-consciousness.

The tectonic plates

of my muscles

crash together

rumbling right through

my rhythm-

A daily disruption.

My emergency responders

are mantras and prayers

My Red Cross a Worn Book

A rescue team of crinkled papers,

plastic toys and small rituals

Repeated.

In tornado alley

when asked what

they would do,

after a storm had

ruined everything

the man on TV said

“rebuild”.

And so I do,

every day building walls

and supports,

building small safe spaces

to stay away the sensation

of dread.

A first aid kit for my mind

that makes my mess

manageable.

This is my path,

it is all I can do

to stand and fight.

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Anxiety[to be determined]

Earthquakes rack my body-

constant tsunamis

of self doubt surface

smashing against my

self consciousness.

The tectonic plates

of my muscles

crash together

rumbling right through

my rhythm-

A daily disruption.

My emergency responders

are mantras and prayers

My Red Cross a Worn Book

A rescue team or crinkled papers,

plastic toys and small rituals

Repeated.

In tornado alley

when asked what

they would do,

after a storm had

ruined everything

the man on TV said

“rebuild”.

And so I do,

every day building walls

and supports,

building small safe spaces

to stay away the sensation

of dread.

A first aid kit for my mind

that makes my mess

manageable.

This is my path,

it is all I can do

to stand and fight.

 @celestial-escapism

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Review : What a lovely write! It was very captivating and I loved your use of analogies here. I especially loved the “rebuild” part. Well done! Keep writing! ❤

☆☆FANART☆☆

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Coyote

I am a scavenging animal

An emaciated coyote with bloody flesh

And worn yellow eyes

They say, your life isn’t so sad

              Your family isn’t that bad

You aren’t their envy and blame

               They always treat you equally and sane

You are just pissy and whinging along

                You should just cheer up, listen to a song

if ignorance was currency I could feed my bloated stomach

       For every individual seems to give me a deposit 

              My nails are cracked and brown with dirt and blood

And my eyes sting from the lack of hydration

My poverty my only identity

The moaning of others, overlaps my own crying 

My happiness locked away somewhere in my chest

And I can’t ever open it

Seeing others glide along so easily

                    And every step I take I get weaker and weaker

My friends all but long gone

                       They didn’t want to deal with a bloody face

So I am wandering for hope

In burning cars and empty trash cans

            Wishing that the sky above

               Would swallow me whole

                                                                      And away into another existence 

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Inconvenient ?

I grew up pretty poor. It was jsut my mother and I alone. She has a condition that meant she always had medical bills- so good food could be hard to find. As a result i grew up with some not very fancy food as staples. 

Fast forward a few years and suddenly I am in a relationship with someone who loves good food- but i was so worried the first time i wanted to make one of my staples. I was embarrassed to show her how i loved rice with Vienna sausages and stuff like that. Turns out she loved them and its one of our go to i’m tired meals now... 

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You Taste Like

When I first fell in love- and I mean like, actually fell in love- it was in the cold north of the united states. I for a while it was unrequited- or maybe it better to say I was put on hold. It was a bad time for both of us, so nothing was happening!. I did my best and every day when I went out and got hit by that cold I was happy because when I got home she was there…and she was warm. 

In any case, I Couldn't kiss her- that was a big issue for me, I really like kissing. But I respected her wishes. I wrote this during one of the many times that I was trying to imagine how it would be to kiss her. It was born out of frustration but at the same time the realization that I still loved the connection we shared at that time!

Bonus: we have been dating for five years now :)

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Inconvenient

When I pulled out the canned sausages You said you didn't like them. I understood - a poor man’s meal for those who can't farm to table, that TV fable, ripe and crisp. But still I missed the scarce solace from the convenience store- My inconvenient comforts, my dry pantry pancakes, my something-out-of-nothing spices and herbs collected from the yard. My canned delights for hungry nights. And still now- stable job, table full- I miss my days of small and meager, of weak but eager. I said don’t worry I hoped: “Love them like me, love the seed as the flower” A meal for the poor made for my Queen. You said you didn't like them until I made them.  

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This is amazing! Yesss

Behind The Ink...

For the first time ever I’m accepting asks that want to get to know the stories/inspiration ‘behind the ink’ of any of my poems.

Anyone else is welcome to join in, let’s see a little bit more of our favourite tumblr poets.

I’ll be accepting asks from now until 19th of February. You have just two days, if you’ve ever read something from me and you’ve wanted to know more, nows your chance! Just send an ask anon or not with the title of the poem, I’ll answer them all.

Fellow poets reblog this if you’re joining in with project ‘Behind the ink’

Tagging some of my faves: @sonador-reveur @katrinnac @poetbitesback @denmysterywoman @definegodliness @sarahmariepardy @spacedust-lester @redleafhaiku @autumnsunshine10 @jonaswpoetry

Anyone is welcome to join :) Anyone is welcome to send an ask :)

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Vows

I was told

“He is perfect- look at him,

roasted coffee of this land,

strong and gentle”

And yet here you are,

beautiful, small,

delicate in my hands,

a daughter of winter.

I was told

“Find a man

who respects your god,

who will bow

and love as you do”

And yet here you are

daughter of Abraham.

You do not bow,

and I would not let you,

my gods are Love

and Love is us.

I was never told

“look into the mirror”

never told

“accept and love”

And yet here I am

loving you like me,

touching you like me,

mirroring each other,

bodies in perfect sync.

I was never told to love you-

and yet, I do.