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Skin [from prompt]

Advertise the goose to gain the feather

The breathless howl for murmur's currency

For tenderness, strike flint and steel together

Hurry! Hurry! But admit no urgency

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Rigorous

TW for language resembling DV

Kneel (I am told)

And answer "no"

But I feel it in my throat

Fall (I am told)

I will not go

Pressure, but I do not choke

Writhe (I am told)

Move too slow

It was exhausted long ago

Speak (I am told)

And yet I know

Only silence

This time Weakness feigns defiance

Breath too shallow

Throat too taut

"Yes." I hear "That's what I thought."

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Beautiful the same way 12am is morning

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Waifs and Strays

Incomplete

Heard mama say

Don't feed the strays-

When they come sniffing around

Come running when they're hungry

But when you look 

's none to be found

Knew you'd turn up

With your tin cup

When the other wells ran dry

With a tragic saga monologue

& a real tear in your eye

You'll say you missed me

And you wish we

Could ever find the time 

But how many numbers did you call

Before you got to mine?

So save your sorry story

& the dog and pony show

Hold out your hand; I'll still give what I can

But then you've got to go

You come and see me 

when there's trouble,

In between you go to ground

I know better than to say goodbye

So I

I'll see you around

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what I think will happen if I message my mutuals

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If you don't turn into an abject moron around cutiepies, are you even bisexual?

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The Maenad's Warning

On thee, oft by my side beyond a score

Of years - their patient dances well we know

A kindess offered, this and nothing more

Hark well - a seer's warning I'd bestow

Tonight, well-supped have I of goodly wine

As one of Bacchus' court would feign attend

And by the arcane magics of the vine

At modesty no longer can pretend

New sweetness now

These ruddy lips would seek

And nectar sought, the wanton eye betrays

If a kisséd fate is one thou dare not speak

I pray thee, for thy sake, avoid my gaze

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i'm a little afraid to go to pride this year. many of us are, a little. sitting around our tapas and video games, the silence that hangs over the discord server. it feels different, we say.

we're privileged. the community that came before us laid the groundwork so i could be raised in a different world, and i will never forget their sacrifices and dedication. they gave us this: a pride that feels like community and celebration and joy. i remember the first few times i went to a queer event - i'd been raised so catholic. feeling safe like that, for the first time... it saved my life. i go to pride to celebrate that feeling - my people, laughing. out in the sun, the way we couldn't have been even 25 years ago. that feeling: no wonder we call it "pride."

who am i to be afraid anyway. there are parts of the world where people are doing much better work than i am. but it's just: i felt at home there, you know? and this year feels different. we are waiting on the dam to break. last year, at boston pride, there was a whole gaggle of sign-holders shouting about jesus. you walk around them and try not to let it get to you.

this year, i'm going to DC's pride with my girlfriend. google sends me concerns about if it's safe to exist in trump's america, if World Pride is a bigass target on all of us. every article uses the words "safety concerns" many, many times. three days ago i witnessed a shooting.

even straight people keep telling me - people are weird lately. sometimes we blame it on Covid and sometimes we blame it on the full moon. but i do remember a time before this, right. it's not just that people are more comfortable being rude. it's this strange, outwards violence. a comfort in being cruel.

it's a big hole to fall down anyway. it's not like they're going to do anything to make pride safe, not really. i don't want a police presence as the solution. and what if this is just fearmongering! what if this is just to get us to stop attending our own events! what if everything is actually fine, and i'm just freaked out by the stated intentions of our president!

and what if i'm just listening to things that are being said. what if i'm weighing the shape and size of this america accurately.

my mother calls me. she's been getting the articles too. i assure her i'll be careful, but i put the phone down and stare at it. i'm going to go to pride. other people made it safe for me, it is my duty and my honor to show up for my community. the only thing we've ever had was each other. it was always an act of bravery. being ourselves is brave.

but i am afraid. i lay out my outfit and i kiss my girlfriend. i cut my nails and clean up my undercut. i hold her hand and hang the sunset flag. the sound of this america feels different. like a volcano trembling. i will love her and i will love being queer and i will sing over the noise of it.

but ... still. in the back of my mind. that feeling, like something terrible has been shifted. like somewhere in the night - they remembered we're different.

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Darling. Darling you canNOT speak to me like this if you wish things to remain the same between us.

What do you mean you don't understand? No, none of the words were... No, no, nor idioms... nor turn of phrase... are you teasing me on purpose?

Are you sure?

Listen, if you had written what you said, yes. It would be simple. All it would ask of me is a short and simple verbal answer. Yes. However.

In your voice.

The one that I would swear you cannot POSSIBLY use on the street...

The words could be a recitation of a mathematical formula, but your tone makes it sound like an imperative that I should drop everything. EVERYTHING. And come sit on your face.

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Mistimed Beauty, #2 - (December)

Who would dare

Return to where

With petals fair

She painted pale November?

And who disdains

The pilgrim's pain

That would refrain

From ochre stain-

All that remains

Where blush could be remembered

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Caught in the gaze

Of hazy street lamps

The suffocating pressure

of an almost-liquid heat

Transformed

Steamed off the pavement,

roamed the streets

Prowled

Ranted like a drunk

And howled

Spat blazing dawn intentions

with tedious and routine certainty

Contentious

Staggered off before the turn to dawn

To fester in the unrepentant gutters

All alone

To sleep it off or call an ex or look for god

It must have worked, this once

Left

a broken promise in the night

Today, the light

Diffuse

Had been defused

All soft and cool caressing whispers

Wakes me gently

Makes amends

Poetry prompt - Waking up to a cloudy morning

Hi! I have wanted to do this for a while now!

Im bored of my own works.

So anyone seeing this reblog with your response please!

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i like being fat.

reblog if you also like being fat.

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atp the only way we’re going to get out of this ai shit while people’s brains are still semi intact is to start bribing influencers and tiktokers into saying chatgpt is cringe and it emits a frequency that blocks your divine energy which can only be channeled back by reading a book and talking to your friends

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Peripherie

Would you kneel where sprawling moonlight takes her share?

Or has the stern, demanding current carved you blind?

Going through rote motions, unaware?

What shadow still could make you look behind?

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Hesitation

You hesitate

Something

Words maybe?

Tangled unasked

Caught between now and never

Ever.

I hesitate-

I seem to some

a thing of whims

Fickle - mercurial - rash

And other words

That have a piquant charm

And hint at wild abandon

If only!

This wildness is practiced

Rigorous.

If I were loosed

Sans bit and bridle

And the reins

(My own)

that bite creases into my grasping hands

If/Then

I would want

the meaning of

Your split-second-suspended animation

And my mouth

That has no patience for words, spoken or unsaid

Would ask yours

Quite Directly

Is this what you're trying to tell me?

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Too Much to Ask

From her weary tongue pours flick'ring fire

To caress with worthy flame this idle soul

Madness netted, knotted - to desire

Thus enraptured, captured hale and whole