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home

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how’s that house that raised you?

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pheonix

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i feel as if there will never be ‘too much’,

following a phoenix that sprints on foil,

slowly limping after it with my old crutch.

with dopamine brought bubbling to a boil,

its flames scorch my flesh to the touch,

and my worries are briefly cast to the soil.

understanding doesn’t come from degrees,

but from pursuits that all end in disgrace,

shaking on cold tiles, crying on your knees.

the realisation you cannot stop the chase,

for a creature that’s impossible to catch,

know you will never catch up with its pace.

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written for my sissy. we were all just girls once. crazy to think about where life could take us.

- nikki howard, @laddersofsweetmisery

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I’m caught in a liminal landscape, can’t

Remember the name of the city I’m in

Or the waitresses name

But-

She has two tiny pin holes in the fabric under her name badge

A pierced reminder of where it sat the night before

These fluorescent lights are thrumming

A headache behind coffee propped eyes

And I can see the bags beneath

Reflected in fingerprint fogged chrome

I’m in a place that never sleeps on

This journey to nowhere

I don’t know how I got here or

Where I want to be

But I might find the answers in the bottom of the milkshake glass

So

For now

I’m shrouded in vinyl

All the comfort of a casket in this booth

Like a place to rest my weary bones

Like a home I’ve never been to

poetry prompt for today: write a poem about a diner.

A poet could write volumes about diners, because they're so beautiful. They're brightly lit, with chrome and booths and Naugahyde and great waitresses.

- David Lynch

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I wanted to swallow this world whole

But I’ll settle for tasting your lips

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I’ve lived determined to imprint

My existence into anything I can be remembered by

A ghost girl screaming

“Look at me, look, I need you to notice me”

So far my greatest achievement

Has been wildflowers caught and dried

In the pages of a book you’ve never read

-my words are taken by the wind

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My gums are leaking scarlet

Hot and wet

There’s a frisson in the air, that

Not-quite-hum

Of a slow building storm

A fever I can’t outrun

Static climbing my veins

Til the thick stick of darkness slices itself open

And an engine purrs a warning

Or

Welcome.

A girl dressed

For all the wrong seasons

Gives me all the right reasons

To sink gently into carpet pile

(For now, I can lie peaceful)

What did June mean to you?

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endless, tiresome pursuit

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nose bleeds and heart aches

you shine, glistening like a diamond

the smell of diesel in the air,

taste of aerosol drips down my throat

my gums numbed it spreads throughout my face

our dance is ritual, sacrificial

romanticized in every sense.

I was superman when we touched.

it was undeniable, you were the one

you would rescue me

white lines offering protection

bliss and joy in times of despair

confidence in times of fear

in time you showed your true self

and the horrors of myself

controlling and invasive

it’s in chaos we thrive

begging for one more night

promising to make it all right.

you lied

and so did I

you got the best of me, you did

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｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ。 ﾟ。　 october prompts

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¹⁾ thick, acrid smoke

²⁾ sore shoulders

³⁾ rose-scented candles burnt down to the wick

⁴⁾ a members’ only club

⁵⁾ rotted wooden fenceposts

⁶⁾ sour lemon candies

⁷⁾ hand-rolled cigarettes 

⁸⁾ blue-hued bruises

⁹⁾ the taste of honey from someone else’s lips

¹¹⁾ dollar store sunglasses

¹²⁾ a weathered leather jacket

¹³⁾ slept-in makeup

¹⁴⁾ the conversations had after last call

¹⁵⁾ a lone silver earring

¹⁶⁾ the imprint of a boot between shoulder blades

¹⁷⁾ spiced cologne

¹��⁾ bitter dark chocolate

¹⁹⁾ a second place ribbon

²⁰⁾ icy grey irises

²¹⁾ a bodyguard’s earpiece 

²²⁾ a turquoise-tiled pool

²³⁾ glitter dusted across bare skin

²⁴⁾ someone doing up your seatbelt for you

²⁵⁾ warm tequila in a coffee mug

²⁶⁾ a roll of yellow crime scene tape

²⁷⁾ pearlescent oyster shells

²⁸⁾ cuban coffee

²⁹⁾ the seventh highest floor in a skyscraper

³⁰⁾ incensed prayer beads

³¹⁾ the backseat of a taxi

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on: making alt-right tumblr bios into queer poems

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4. wisteria

Her tongue tastes of wisteria seeds. She wears a lavender dress, Hair waving down her shoulders, And she’s looking at you. She smiles from across the room, Wine glass half-empty in her hand, And you watch her take a sip. Music sways both your hips, The smell of sugar cane mixing with fermented grapes, And you learn she kisses like you’re her breath. You feel her hands grip onto you as if she’ll slip if she lets go. She looks like what you’ve always wanted, But you can’t change the truth. Her tongue tastes of wisteria seeds. 

title - poison

inspired by @nosebleedclub's july 2025 prompts

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destined to chase sunsets in different skies.

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Emily Skaja, from a poem titled "No, I Do Not Want to Talk with You on Linkendin," featured in Brute: Poems

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Wishing For Love

I doubt I'll ever tire of love.

The pining, the thrill--

halted breath in the Late Night

when we claim it's bed time,

but sleep never came,

and in it's place:

talk, touch, trust.

I will never forget the desire,

the need, the immediacy of

It's not enough, because love

is more than a drug. She is

the best meal consumed,

the deepest drink swallowed,

the lament of more in

a world of less.

Love is the quiet

the stillness, the heartbeat

lashflutter, chest raise, arch back

and liplinger. I miss her,

that feeling, more than infatuation,

more than desperation,

and maybe that's why I fall

so so so hard,

and close my eyes so so so tight.

[eddielhouse]

"I wish we met sooner" is such a gentle sentiment. I love you so much I not only want you in my future, but in my past too. I want to have known you when we were small stupid kids, have held hands together as we played outside. I want to have stressed out over exams together, nudging a mug of still steaming hot chocolate against your elbow to get you to focus. I want to have told you I love you before I did anyone else. I want to have held you in my arms when all those sad memories you describe to me were still fresh wounds. I want my past to have been full of you, and full of meaningful memories with you. I want my past lives to have been spent with you, whether as two lovers, or two housecats cuddling by the fireplace on a snowy day, or two flowers that just happened to bloom on the same day, next to each other. I want to have consumed your existence and intertwined it with my own since my birth, never to be separated from you for a moment. I want to have loved you throughout it all, for all time.