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I’m going to start posting poetry from various stages over the past 4 years again. I’d like to apologise for the public menty b when I was in active addiction. I was dating a piece of shit, then dated another piece of shit, then had my heart trampled and now I’m IP working on my betterment. the influence I’ve had in my life has been inherently destructive and I hope the shit I was going through, which I will likely not elaborate on, somewhat explains the unhinged posts back in 2020. trying to come across less like I’m in active psychosis like I was at the time. that being said I have a whole lot of poetry that’s gone unsaid, a lot of it is kind of unhinged (life has been a rollercoaster and frankly I’m wondering how tf I get off of it) and idk who the right audience for this shit is but I’m going to try coming back to a blog I care about deeply. Im sorry again, I hope you guys the stuff I’ll have coming out, if there’s even anyone who still follows me hahaha.
- much love and adoration from your local traumatised rat
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M. A. Thompson - I Won’t Write My Poem ‘Till I’m In My Right Mind X
Mary Oliver X
Richard Siken - road music
George Sand (Amantine Lucile Aurore Dupin) in her letter to Gustave Flaubert X
Ada Limón - The Carrying X
Nikki Giovanni - Mirrors X
“I just want to be kind in a world that isn’t”
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i promise that my promises mean something
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I tried to crawl away from loving you
because I am a fruitless tree, freezing winter winds and acid baths wrapped in canvas
my skin rough and scaled
and loving me comes with consequences
you are a lamb
and each night by starlight you stumble gently beside me
I take you behind the shed
I kiss your broken bones
and put a bullet through your skull
such tenderness
such trust
such compelling wreckage
seeing you lay there lifeless
waiting to be resurrected by daylight
and think quietly to myself about the pain you put yourself through
to keep me docile
but there’s nothing docile about a headshot
brain matter and wet grass squished between my toes
but I never leave your side
I sit cross legged beside the carnage and watch
a dog guarding your corpse
If anyone comes near you I will rip flesh and blood from their stomach
leaving a gaping hole with no means to fill
I know I did this to you myself
but I would have split myself open and given myself to you if only you had asked
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.skin crawling for me to take a slice.
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btw angels, my inbox/dms are properly open again and I’ll be making more content so if u wanted to chat or if u had a question feel free to interact !! my hiatus is basically over at this point haha !! my content might be a little different as it’s been 2 years since I stopped running this blog and have since both grown spiraled into drug addiction but you’ll still be getting that spicy trauma content u all signed up for
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