#bi poetry

[mauvelvr]

co-dependent homoerotic bone rot

At least,

your bones will always be the same

that tangled in mine

on walks home from school,

back in that little bit of time

before we became archived photos on instagram,

liked messages,

other sides of the country -

living out our plans with others

made when for womanhood we were hungry,

when our seeds were sown in that

leisure centre park -

our first attempt at girlhood

fresh limbs playing games

i thought i was winning

but at least,

when your bones rot,

the earth will know

that we went down that sled together,

landed tangled in the snow

tied together through our invisible

string,

our bones forever,

tree stump rings

of girls you leave behind;

im sure my mark is there somewhere

even if you don't want to remember.

i'm there even if you never think of me again,

you'll hear my name

and you'll be tumbling down the hill,

plastic sled edges cutting through your mittens,

the girl who you told you loved

before either of you knew what that meant,

with her legs wrapped around you

holding you tighter

plummeting towards the unknown,

towards the answers you will find

but never be able to share with each other.

but your bones will know -

they will ache

and they will rot,

but they will always know.

-mauvelvr

[oopsallfanfic]

Original Poetry

Magenta Trail

Desires

Making Plans

[poetry-she-wrote]

she - written by me

[gatheringbones]

ronda slater, what I need is: a contemplation of bisexuality, from bi any other name: bisexual people speak out, edited by Lorraine Hutchins and Lani Kaahumanu, 1991

[fixing-bad-posts]

My favourite is bi trans lesbians !!!!! We support!!!!

[fella-lovin-fella]

losing my mind over this, actually.

[bismutharts]

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a mini zine about perfectionism

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[storytimewriting]

to love through femininity is a softer kind of love

[furiousfinnstan]

I don't have enough money for rent and it's due 6 feb🫥😶‍🌫️ anyways my commissions are always open!there is 10 open slots!also anyone who d*nates to my k0fi can ask for a sketch and below are my shop links etc etc etc JAN 28 2024

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[oopsallfanfic]

Making Plans

What do you do when you have too many thoughts in your head?

Do you beat them out like I do?

Do you drink them away?

Do you smoke until your bowl is burnt?

What do you do when you have friends to talk to but none of them understand your struggles?

Do you bottle it up like I do?

Do you keep it to yourself until you’re screaming?

Do you finally tell them that you’re not okay?

What do you do when you want it all to end?

Do you go for a drive with loud music like I do?

Do you see about a quick swim?

Do you contemplate buying tapes and record your 13 reasons?

What do you do to suppress the thoughts in your head?

Do you listen to loud music and ignore them like I do?

Do you take your medicine like you’re supposed to?

Do you cry into your pillow and let them out?

[star-girlfriend]

An ode to the sapphic teenager experience of being helplessly in love with your best friend

unknown // florence + the machine how big, how blue, how beautiful // unknown // pinterest // @ka_waltz on twitter // nastya haiko & diana on instagram // katie found my first summer // olivia gatwood the lover as a cult, life of the party // the smiths back to the old house // sue zhao

[fixing-bad-posts]

queer inclusion my beloved <3

[saintofanything]

"final waltz: the disc war finale" (x)

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[slime-hoe]

I know it's early but I need lesbian huskerdust content.

Clarification I'm a baby dyke not some weird fetishy dude. Also I love the guys as they are I just am excited by the realization that they would make a cute butch/femme couple

Just idk something about imagining husk as a handsome woman makes me very flustered.

[im-secretly-a-frog]

"May I love you?"

I whispered in your ear,

you didn't seem to hear.

"Can I love you?"

Is it even allowed?

It's so hard to say aloud.

"Please, my darling,"

I wrapped my arms around you,

I didn't know what else to do.

"Call me darling."

I look into your eyes,

I look past your disguise.

I love you.

Gently.

Fiercely.

wonderfully.

Darling, let me love you.

[bismutharts]

"at least you never have to be 16 again" well try going to the house you lived when you were severely mentally ill while sleep deprived and have one thing go wrong.

i stretched the truth to make this poem flow well. i am ages 15-19/20 again doesn't flow as well.

this did make me feel compassion with my teenage self. she was trying her best. being 15-19 was the hardest thing i ever did