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marxm0703 · 3 months
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A poem I wrote after fainting at work and seeing the reactions of those around me. Someone had made an insensitive joke and inspired me to write this. I put a lot of heartache into this so I hope others who ache too can enjoy. I personally think it's some of my best.
-Michael
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ominousblob · 1 month
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//I have this secret that I don’t think I could ever share, but you won’t tell, will you? You couldn’t, even if you wanted to.
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sevyn-stars · 7 months
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As The Poets Are
I hope I am remembered the way the poets are,
Walking around their world with elegance and grace.
Feared by those who have wronged me,
For their deeds lay immortalised in the tomb of ink;
The worst form of torture.
Loved by the ones who know me,
For their grace stays forever in the words I buried them in;
They will never truly die.
The word of a poet is a blanket of love.
One so many wish to feel the embrace of.
Living forever in a garden of words.
A garden that goes unwatered by so many.
I hope that someone waters my garden,
Like I water my poetic ancestors.
I hope I live my life,
And not hide within the comfort of a shadow.
I hope I am remembered the way the poets are.
And I hope you are too.
I'll water your garden,
If you water mine.
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thisismynamenowxpoetry · 3 months
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ATTENTION GEN Z, I know we hate poetry, but please, if you've ever felt alone, or hated technology, or hated Gen Alpha, please read this, repost, do whatever, but please, this was written for all of you <3
The news this morning 
Was talking about how we go to Chat GPT
For therapy
And advice
And my mother said it’s just because we don’t know how
To communicate face to face
When why should we?
You shoved an iPad into our faces
The second we were old enough to comprehend it
You put on the TV
And we believed the characters were speaking live
And they could see us
Through those pixels
Why shouldn’t we turn to a computer
To give us answers
When it’s that that gave us the issues to begin with?
Why shouldn’t we
Chat with a computer
About nothing and everything
When it is that 
That made us feel so isolated?
People wonder
Why we’re so concerned about Gen Alpha
And it’s obvious
When we think about it
It’s not because they’re growing up too fast
It’s because we know what it’s like
To have wires shoved into our veins
And now
Now they were born with them
Already pulsing through their blood
We don’t want them to make the same mistakes we did
But I think it’s too late,
They’re already turning into what we don’t want
Anyone
To ever be
And it’s scary to watch,
We know what technology has done to us
And we don’t want to watch anyone else
Succumb to it like we did
We are the last generation
Who went outside to play
And know what birds sound like
And wish to break their phones
We are the last generation
That will ever
Ever 
Have a normal childhood
Now we can just watch
As the depression rates get higher
And more young children know what suicide is
Too early
And learn how to self harm
And lose their innocence
And be scared of men
And not care for dolls
We are scared of them
But we’re scared for them
Of course we turn to AI to talk to
Our parents don’t get it,
They can barely find opening hours for a shop,
While we can find a 10-step guide on how to murder,
Or build a bomb,
And guides on how to manipulate your body
And everything is at our fingertips
This is generational trauma that they have created
We can watch someone shooting their brains out
And we can receive photos from anyone
And why do we know what everything we shouldn’t worry about is?
We had COVID
And we turned to screens
And went on TikTok
And created trends
And it felt like a community
Until everyone was there
And we couldn’t do anything
And we got addicted
And we can’t turn back
We started with chat rooms
And we found like minded-people
And it was always “sweetie, be careful of creeps on the internet”
And now it’s just
“Be in bed by 10”
But we’ll keep scrolling
And we all have friends who live half the world away
And if you mention that
Someone has to ask if you’ve called yet
And “have you seen their face?”
We can look at anything
There are guides for everything
We know where Kim K was two minutes ago
And why do I feel pressure to always have something on my story?
We talk to robots
Because no adults will ever know
How sick we feel 
Before we go on our phones
No adults can know
How we’ve seen every scar
And depression become a trend
And we have to use the hashtag actuallyautistc
No adults will know
How there are video essays on anything
And we shouldn’t know about everyone that has been raped
Or murdered
And we shouldn’t have wikihow
On how to be attractive
It started as a joke,
How stupid is this thing I found?,
But we keep reading it
And we start to believe it
Why would we read books?
Technology is constantly advancing
Everything is irrelevant in months
And we must be careful not to be cancelled
And a dress can divide a nation
We don’t want to watch Gen Alpha
Leap so blindy into their screens
Trusting what they read,
We want to keep it for us,
We have to live with it,
And as much as they suck,
It is our fault for staying 
And posting everything
We are a sad generation with happy pictures
And a face full of makeup
And we’re just perpetuating stereotypes
And you can’t like something unless you’re obsessed
We can know the cure for any medical condition
But there is no guide on how to destory our screens
And lives
And I know I’m fifteen
But this is ruining mine,
And so many others' lives.
We don’t want to see little kids
On their mums phones
And my mother defends it,
Saying mums just need a minute to breathe,
But please
Anything else
I don’t want to see a baby already addicted to CocoMelon
We don’t want to see
More people falling into a hole
And we know it’s why we’re sad
But nobody else should have to go through it,
That’s for us,
That’s an us problem
I saw a six year old
Using Drunk Elephant
And swearing in her GRWM
And none of that is fair,
How are we letting this slide?
But we can’t do anything
Because we don’t want to admit there’s a problem
We can learn anything about Hitler
And anything about Meryl Streep
And it can be within the same two fucking clicks
I remember
When my age on TikTok clocked over to 15
A few days before my actual birthday
And it was then
That all I saw was suicide notes,
And self harm scars
And how to hide things from your parents guides
And abuse stories
There was no going back,
Every other person whose a teenage girl on the app
Is probably met with the same things as me
The algorithm
Is designed to show you a positive video
Every few scrolls
Just to keep you hooked,
And it works,
It’s a science,
It works to a T
We can know where any friend is
And read receipts plague us
And anything will be screenshot
And used against you
School thought taking away our phones 
Would fix this,
Like it’s a magical cure,
When all it’s teaching us
Is how addicted we are,
And how best to hide an earbud
And we need music to concentrate!
Or course we do,
We have constant stimulation
It is never quiet
There is always a voice talking
We are getting mad at kids for being on a phone
When we all know
We’re just mad that it is actually happening
And we can’t warn them
And no one will listen
Because how could it be that bad?
In ten years
People who grew up with technology 
Are going to end up with something like PTSD
Because we can’t let go of it
We can’t put it down,
We can get an essay written for us in seconds,
And Dall-E can make anything for us
So of course we’ll talk to AI,
It’s better than talking to a real person
And acting like we’re okay,
We’d rather sit behind a screen
And control sims
And listen to music
So we can’t hear our minds
Every time I scroll through
I’m met with tales of girls who get killed by their fathers,
Every time I scroll through
I’m showen another 7 second video
With sad litte text
On sad little faces
We want to escape,
We want to tear our veins out,
Rip the wires,
Shove them back in to our body
After we re-wire our brains,
Of course,
Because we can diagnose ourselfs with any mental illness
That we see fit
Because there has to be something wrong with you
We will never go back,
It is impossible 
We have Whispers from Pinterest
And sad purple quotes
Lining our camera roll
Which should highlight our happy moments
But is just videos of us crying
It has ruined relationships,
How dare we follow another guy,
How dare he like another girl's photo?
We have our music right there
We don’t have to learn lyrics,
We can play any instrument,
We must like Taylor Swift,
We must have Kanye West
Everything is a trend
And your clothes must match your aesthetic
And you have to be funny
Or smart
Or creative
And how dare we burn out?
How dare we burn out
When if we didn’t rot in our beds
Scrolling aimlessly
Would solve half our problems?
There is no fix now,
We have to watch them grow up
Knowing they’ll ask what this-big-word is
Before they’re even five
Because an ad came up on mummy’s phone
And “what’s a vape?”
And “am I fat?”
All we can do now
Is listen to our sad songs
And act like social media
Didn’t ruin our perceptions
On everything.
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shrxmpyyy · 5 months
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The Moon, the Earth, and the Sun
I love you
I love you like the moon loves the earth, Admiring from afar
Unable to get close.
A slow, eternal dance between
A dreamer and their fantasies
I love you like a dog loves it's person
Blind trust in you, unyielding passion
But you love him.
I can tell when you talk to him,
About him
The way you look at him
The way you're drawn to him
Like the earth is to the mighty sun
The elaborate dance
Between your souls
And he loves you.
I can tell by
How he lights up when you walk in a room
Like someone returning home their dog
Greeted with adoration
I love you so much,
That I'll stop loving you.
Or try to, at the very least.
I'll love you like the moon loves the earth,
Watching from a distance
Slowly inching away to avoid
The aftermath
Maybe I'm afraid
Afraid that you two will last
Afraid you'll never love me like I do you.
My fear, my love, and I will observe
Like the moon does to earth.
Mourning it's love.
I realize now that I am the moon, you are my dear, sweet earth
And he is your blazing, adoring sun.
I'm accepting these cosmic laws
Keeping me from you
Accepting that you'll always choose him,
That he has more to offer
That he's better for you than I could ever be
The sun is powerful, strong, and caring
The moon is cold, and hides parts of itself
From the view of others
But I can't seem to stop thinking of you
Can't seem to stay away from you
Almost as if we're
Tidally locked
Destined to stay together,
Destined to be apart.
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env0writes · 3 months
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Deciding Embers Vol.4, 12.31.23
“Are You A Kind Person”
Are you as kind as you remind, Others to be, as you’d like to see, In a sickening world quickening Towards fleeting packed offshore meeting Romance might be a flickering chance Held gestated as a butterfly stated Wish upon the star, oh fairy, fairly far
Wish well and goodbye, sweet blue butterfly How sweet the lies of love, so tender is its prize Guised in gossamer, gentle gossiper do not open your eyes Kindness is kinship, won with bread, beer, and casual quip Do you offset the hurt that you get When the world, oft uncaring once again hurled Troubles your way, did you bob or did you sway? Lost amongst bullies who act with disregarded ease Fare you well, against the hell Found in fire amongst fellow man, to tire
What choice will you take, as you wake Each mirthful morning beneath these puppet-strings Slow to snip, painful fuel from eyes drip Drop to the ground and towards the sky-form mound Liar, oh liar, the world is on fire Sing it so softly with words that are lofty Grieve with the weave of the world sift-sieved Believe if you will that the truth need not instill Harm upon hearer, upon listener inching nearer
How do you give deeds, that the world sorely needs As spars for a bridge, stones over the ridge? Make of yourself a brick, set in streets or towers that trick The world into ticking, tocking, clocking, world rocking March towards some end, how far such words can send A man to their grave, a child to save Are you as kind as you once brightly shined Glistening son, defy even the sun Obey thy father’s rules, grounded pretty fools Grow to such form, blood beating, red-warm
Why do you choose this, this act others miss? Kindness is foolish at best, a grievance to test Oh, maker, taker, liar, waker, faker A lie is easy said, do not to cold truth, yourself, be wed The gears spin on, grinding-greased to wide-mouth yawn Spread the sickness, so easily the world’s a rotten mess No rest nor sleep shall remedy this reason to weep Nor tears can make amends to rectify this haunting fear Approach in like, and kind; certain in your mind Reach out towards butterflies blue, as stars for wishes not yet true By your hand to make it so, even if the answer refuses to show Go and grow your body into home, so thoughts may no longer roam
Oh pupa, oh pupil of mine, what is this gaudy and hideous shrine? Cresting the world, from feelings unfurled As the sheets, of the story depletes Fallen to floorboards, striking resonant chords Creak and eke and squeak out a promised tweak Change this tune, and soon Find a crystal chrysalis of truth transformed not amiss Wish you may or might, tonight please say Upon these transformations, place desire for generations To come and too, wish, in thanks for this mission Saved by the will of good, granted freely as always we should Be kind, so that the when the world will rewind The world can with fondness, reflect upon this success
Not with sacrifice of who, not worth losing you To succumb, or grow numb To the ill, the weakened will Lift, if you can, this burden called man For the world I’ve left, is sorely bereft Thrift amongst the stones, rubble-ruined thrones From distant watered shores, to nearby chores Waiting for your kind heart, to once again start Beat-beat, beat-beat, what a sound so sweet Are you kind enough to live, chance upon change and give A choice to revel and rejoice Let your voice echo and fragile bright as butterfly’s color show Give yourself chance to remind, to be kind As you can be, and you will see Lie to me sweet and gentle, the morning comes incremental Give salve and save, the waning health the world may’ve Fallen to in short-sighted conflict, conflagrated-reignited
Change with the tide, beneath cloud-cover, do not hide Even as the sickly people wail, steadfast your heart, fail Is the one thing you cannot do, no matter what truths eschew So easily can dream turn, twist from soft loving yearn Into nightmares frightening façade, unfamiliar remains odd Wish, so wish freely, and with plenty ideally Believe and grasp firm, for they wiggle and worm How else can it be made true, without belief and great action from you So might the love be mended, with mirth best unended Believe this sweet lie, to succeed you must try So truth be what it may, you cannot stay safe in today Towards tomorrow, towards health, onto tomorrow is your great wealth The you, you will see, are as changed as can be But you choices you choose, be they kind or lose Sight of what matters above all, the self you proclaim, the self you will call
So I ask of you thus, please do not make a fuss Will the actions you take, from the world that you make Be as kind as remembered, so that your name will be heard Past changes and dreams, that may fester, fallen in seams Package your love, postage-mailed dove Soften the blows, the burdens life throws Upon gentle wings that flap, altering history read in your lap Wick the sickness of your mind, burn the fuel brightly shined So fade as swiftly torch be passed, nothing gold in life can last It is this fleeting, very briefly meeting That will be our prize, our lies To comfort whom we might, to survive the life of night Be you hunter, prey, or pass, shed not the tinted lens of glass Will you be there for others to remind, let always your heart be kind
Through the throngs of industry, cogs and gears that are not free Plagues of loss and doubt, towards the stars, great masses shout Shall we spare the rod, forsaken child, oh, god Make yourself in the shape, of desire from this coil, escape Be it worth the steam and smoke and toil, blood still will boil Burn away the shame and mess, the troubles writ under duress Towns will rise and cities fall, clouds washing over, shrouding kind pall Be it rain, or descending pain Be it rot or ruin, some end must come soon From stories wove, spring most sacred grove What fruit will labors bore, from this, life’s unending chore
Puppet, oh you! Sheltered true self from view Who are you, flutter, oh fly! Do as you dare, as you dare so you die Cry, tight-fisted, the world, they do not know you, as beyond fingers furled Forgive them these actions, these transactions Busybody-business not their own, abandoned all kindness once shown What strings will be threaded, which way are you headed To a place not yet known, when you’re older and grown They do not remember, how such a blight will dismember Disown and disfigure, such processes wound to configure What future so bright as the stars, twinkling as faintly as far’ly as Mars If they held you, beheld you as I, might they recall that soft whispered lie Such a world, a word even shared, as wings mid-flight paired
Soft-spirit fly, twinkle and wrinkle your flight as you try Message in the bottle, vestige in the pot-hole Of my heart, remembered thus again to start Pounding against the rest, inside your chest Will you wear these wings with me, over mountains, over sea? No longer what you were, what I was here to confer Is the story over? Reached epilogue, moreover No longer a conflict, left to impose or inflict Higher you’ll fly to the wishes on high, glistening stars upon wishes do lie Over disease, and clouds who seek to please Out past astral bodies that float, when all else has fallen from the boat Shall pity flourish in your eye, stoic, affixed towards the distant dry You cannot afford half-hearted measure, hard-hearted guffawing pleasure If great change, is in your plan to arrange
When the feeling flees, lost is the last purchase you can seize Before the fall of man, the rise of righteous hand Such are the machinations made, so too beneath the rain; fade Arbit yourself steadfast, should motivity seek to last By your hand and ego, will mountains be made of molehills, although Tiny victories are best afforded, with or without being rewarded Steel yourself with stolen heart, correct the course of rivers torn apart Slow the stream, and hold the dream Tomorrow, is on loan to borrow Make use of precious little time, such revelry is not a crime With one hand wish and other do, see first which one will come true
There exists an order to obey, will you follow, safe and stay Know the rules and which to break, if your life is yours to take And make no error, quiet shall be the roar The cry of liberty, stifled by raucous glee The quo is not one idly changed, more a devil exchanged Follow the rules, play along with fools Outside the lines are cookie cut, shaped as man ought to strut Wishing is a dangerous deed, but precious rare is what you need Let not be petrified by others fear, there hums within you always near A will to live, a love to give Once freely traded on the streets, no vile theft and bruised it greets Hidden sleeves and slumbering, awaits your song to boldly sing What makes you human, all this order as others plan Or will fates defy and fly, upon the wings-blue-fragile try
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rishilagaman · 10 months
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"The Symphony of Rain"
Of raindrops dancing on my window pane, Rain rejuvenates my soul, a soothing refrain. I sat amidst the storm, heart unchained, As nature's tears fell, my spirit regained.
Whispered secrets carried by the breeze, Unveiling the mysteries that only rain frees. In each droplet's touch, a healing embrace, Reviving my essence, a tranquil space.
Cleansing my soul, rain's gentle cascade, Washing away worries that had once weighed. Through misty veils, I sought solace deep, As raindrops whispered, my dreams took a leap.
With each raindrop's kiss upon my face, A new beginning, a moment of grace. A symphony of emotions, melodies in flight, Rain's symphony of renewal, a source of light.
In nature's tears, I discovered my own, A cleansing embrace, a sanctuary unknown. A serenade of dreams, on the storm's crest, Rain's touch of renewal, my heart manifest.
A canvas of gray, where colors collide, Rain's rejuvenation, my spirit can't hide. A dance with the rain, I'm cleansed and reborn, In each precious droplet, a soulful adorn.
The raindrops whispered secrets in my ear, Transcending time, their wisdom so clear. They sang of resilience, of love and pain, And in their chorus, my strength did sustain.
So I sat, drenched in the rain's sweet embrace, Reborn, refreshed, with a newfound grace. Bathing in its magic, my spirit made whole, For rain rejuvenates, mending the soul.
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angelluvrs · 2 months
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Fantasize
I dreamt a perfect fantasy of you
My knee touched yours
and you didnt pull back
You rested your hand
and gave me your eyes
I melted inside
You tell me you could tell
by the way I talk to you
I didnt pull away
Entangled in eachother
When you touched me so tenderly
You healed the wounds other men had left in me
I woke up longing
for a moment nonexistent
Broken once again
I went back to sleep
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mysmallviolin · 5 months
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when i was two hundred pounds i told my doctor in a fit of impulsivity that i didn't even plan with the small hope he'd stop me before i got too far: "i'm not hungry" he said, "good, you could stand to lose some pounds" and sent me on my way with a flash of approval in his eyes when i was one hundred fifty pounds i told my therapist hesitant, but still wishing desperately someone would save me from myself with the lingering hope she'd stop me before i got too far: "i'm not eating" she said, "good, you could stand to lose some pounds" and sent me on my way with a flash of approval in her eyes now i weigh one hundred and three struggling not to dip any lower despite my brain telling me that i need to my doctors, they now say "you should eat more" with a disappointed look in their eyes this is what they wanted, though they told me this was good losing weight was the best thing for me, right? no matter how it's lost? i hate them, for turning away for looking past the words where i begged them to listen, for once, just listen where i begged them to help and they never did thank you, doctors for all your wisdom thank you for supporting me and my anorexia for helping me lose all those evil, evil pounds. thank you for helping me kill myself slowly
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slouchingwriter · 6 days
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I have many memories of poverty, some better or worse, one that sticks with me on an ordinary day is having the soap disappear on your hands because it is so diluted with water, or no soap at all. Or one towel for a household, third in line for bathwater. I'm only 33 years old and when I tell people this they think I'm not telling the truth. That it couldn't have been that bad because things have changed since they learned about workhouses in school. The thing is, when you're poor you have things, sure - a phone but you might need to sell it, buy another, sell that. You need furniture so it's second hand, and I don't mean a beautiful oakwood countertop, I mean the sofa someone scrapped ten years ago because it collapsed. Buy a dishwasher. Hard when you when you move house every six months, or less. Can't afford movers, or a car that works for longer than a month. Life is transient, luxuries are short lived, there were times when I was young when we had new bedding, and new towels, but we had the same set for months, unwashed because we couldn't afford the launderette. Torn and threadbare because my parents were so depressed, sewing takes time, it takes energy. It takes skill. Bake your own bread, but we couldn't afford the ingredients, the time, and for two years we had no kitchen, just a sink at the top of the cellar stairs. No breakfasts, no lunches for school, not being able to go to school because you were needed at home. No further education because you needed to go to work because if you don't, we can't afford the rent. I'm not writing this for sympathy, this is reality for the majority - I just need people to realise that poverty is very real and it's everywhere, and it looks exactly like those documentaries and period dramas, only you're not Elizabeth Bennet, you're the underpaid servant in the background.
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naeemajusthasthoughts · 4 months
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I don't think that you tried to see it from my point of view The hellish sort of pain that only you could put me through. I don't think you can see that underneath I have accepted the plea a non-verbal sort of surrendering me There are no words that could be said no apology that could mend this fence yet I have silence myself to hold on the last piece of peace and not make a monster out of me The anger that spoke The words that intended to hurt That hard rock shell was never a shelter it was only a pretence those cracks are too deep to repair. I don't think you have tried to ask the other side only a straight long road with blinkers on the sides, it is in those hidden paths that I reside in hidden in and hoped so deeply, that I could make it one day without fighting to not be afraid, still you have hurt me once again. Though perhaps it was me this time feeling the lost feeling of being left outside and those voices fighting in my mind, But only one that's too loud and too proud stubborn with on emotions resting inside It laughs every time. Setting what I knew from those dark days And this feeling doesn't seem to go away. I don't think you have ever tried to see it from my point of view You have always loved taking sides that only suited you left me on the outskirts trying to find myself anew and God knows I have tried to but this voice inside It doesn't want me to let go any time too soon.
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interwovenwordsmith · 7 months
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A lengthy poem (or collection of poems?) about the Forgotten Crossroads and its inhabitants. Despite this piece not being in the category of my usual writing style, it was still extremely fun to compose. Though I had to revise this poem many times, due to my messy grammar.
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jamerasjournal · 7 months
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Here we are, bound by a string that goes out of my heart and into yours, made of two souls twisted into one. I so often forget that you’ve been on this earthly side 10 years longer than I have. You, quiet and stoic, and me stumbling behind you, grasping for your coat tails asking questions that you always seem to have an answer for. When we first met I used to think that eventually you’d get tired of me. But if patience is a virtue, you truly are the most virtuous of us all. You’re still here.
You have one of the most beautiful hearts I’ve ever been blessed to hold. I didn’t know a chilly November night would bring me someone that would stick by my side the way you have. Everyone who knows us can feel how deeply we love each other. So deep, that many people aren’t even able to comprehend it. But we do. I moved 1000 miles away from home and the first gift Utah gave me was you. How you showed up exactly as I needed you to. It doesn’t make sense how we get on each others last nerve, but can’t stand being apart. How if we haven’t seen each other in 72 hours it feels like a puzzle piece is missing. Who else can I talk to through the sky? How intricately connected do you have to be to be able to feel each others vibrational frequencies. The way we can say, “I need you.” without a single word dropping from our lips. And yet, we always answer the call.
You’ve taught me that I don’t always have to speak, sometimes all I need to do is show up. In every season, in every storm. I’ve watched you transition from she to they. Watched the hair grow on your legs, I’ve watched your eyes light up when I tell you that you look handsome. You’ve taught me that you don’t need the same parents to be a sister, or certain body parts. That some things don’t make sense, they just are. You just are. Here for the vibes, even when you’re unwell. I know sometimes you fake it, cuz you’d do anything to keep my smile big and my eyes bright. You’d give me the world if I asked you for it. I know that’s too much, but if you smile for me one more time, I promise to pour the sweetness of life through the gaps in your teeth. You’re still here.
A psychic once told me that this is our 4th lifetime together. Thank you for finding me. It all makes sense now. I hope in the 5th one you’re not as sad. And if it so happens that the stars align and they spell out sorrow. Then I will beg and beg to take your place. That’s how much I love you. I am my sister’s keeper. And you’re still here.
You are a fighter. On the days when your spirit is bright. You are a fighter. On the days when you are stapled to the mattress with thoughts stuck in the back of your throat. You are a fighter. And you’re still here. My sister, my fiercest protector, I know there’s not too many people who love me the way you do. I am always reminded that best friends are so hard to find, because the very best friend is already mine. And you are still here.
-jamera naquai, You’re Still Here
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writtennottold · 23 days
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Talk
You see, thinking is the problem I have no issue dealing with arguments It’s the sensation How can such be true? I long for distraction A disturbance in my thoughts That way I don’t think I write I talk I speak so my thoughts shut up Tumbling deeper than Amenti herself That way I don’t think I don’t want to think I don’t want to be alone with my voices The voices of a time past The voice of a little child asking if mommy is ever gonna love him The voice of a teen wondering if it is worth it I don’t want to hear my voice The voices I had killed years ago And the voices that killed mine A man I used to call father A woman who I used to call mother While to both I was called a mistake I don’t want to think So I talk
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(poem is mine but this amazing artwork isn't)
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trans-writes · 1 year
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seven deadly sins-- r.a.b. 02/01/2023
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i. pride 
  the angels know our names and they are singing. they are singing for us. i cannot hear them over the sound of your breathing, but i know what they sound like when i lay my head against your chest. gabriel and michael sneak glances in the heavens but they have nothing on us, my love, wrapped around each other as we are, our butterfly fingers fluttering to and fro, your serpent tongue whispering in my ear. i can resist everything but temptation— everything but you. is this what adam felt? you are the snake and you are the fruit and you are the one pressing it to my lips, and my mouth is open wide. they can say what they want, but we know the truth. we are nothing less than holy. the angels sing for us.
ii. greed
  if you give a sinner an inch, he’s going to want a mile. if you give me a moment of your time, i’ll ask for your eternity, and you say it’s mine but i will always want more. i’ll go to the bank and take the teller’s head, take out a loan of years and weeks with my sanity as collateral. you tell me to stop worrying, live in the moment, and when you kiss me i forget to wish for more. thirty kisses from your silver tongue has me on my knees, and when you lower yourself to my level i’ll kiss your cheek and murmur hail, master through the night. 
iii. lust
  this is the body of christ, broken for you. i tremble on my knees in prayer, in worship, and my salvation is handed down through your fingertips and all the places where we touch. drink to me only with thine eyes, and teeth, and tongue, and every inch you’ll give, and i will beg with mine. i bite my lips until i taste wine. this is the blood of christ, shed for you. look around, look around— everything the light touches is our’s, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these— the young and the broken and the begging, the desperate and the doomed. i am sick, beloved, lay your hands on me and make me well
iv. envy 
  adam and eve lay curled in eden, tangled together beneath the fig tree. we watch from just outside the gates, from just inside the shadows. look how the light shines on them. look at their peace. boys and girls flaunt themselves in the streets— look at us, we are holy— and the angels sing for them. there are no stones to crush their wings, for them no wine-dark stains on their perfect pretty skin. we watch from outside the gates, from behind the windows, from inside all the safe places. they know nothing of divinity.
v. gluttony
  i sit at the table in the presence of mine enemies but all i see is you. my cup runneth over and i gulp it down until i choke but still i do not stop. starving boys know nothing of moderation, do nothing in half measures. i am dizzy and drunk on the warmth of you, full on your breath and your touch and your taste, but i am empty and i am bottomless and my hunger is insatiable. come closer, darling, please, for you are plenty and i am so very hungry.
vi. wrath
  i trace the scars down your back from lions’ maws and scorners’ stones and i know the burn of righteous fury. i let it linger and i begin to braid. i am clearing the temple and burning it down because there is nothing holy in the pain they gave you but that it was yours. cruelty was not born in us, but how long can we last before that which we were forced to swallow swallows us? they flinch from us like lepers. from our touch, from the sight of us. i meet their gaze as i take your hand and when they shield their children’s eyes i laugh. sharp and bitter. they cover the children’s ears.
vii. sloth
  idle hands are the devil’s workshop, so i busy mine with you, your hair and hands and hips, an entire world at my fingertips. sunlight streams through the open window and tangles itself in your pillow-crimped hair and for a second, my love, i’d swear you have a halo. it suits you. a dove lands on the sill with an olive branch and a sender’s card signed everything, everything, everything. breathe easy, it says, rest well, and who are we to disobey? somewhere far off a bell tolls, and we are lost before it ends in the quiet comfort of peace, peace, at last.
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junioritis
am i doing enough? am i doing it right?
halfway through
the stack of homework i can’t finish tonight
are you still proud of me?
though i’ve fallen from grace
am i still beautiful with all this shit on my face?
do you want more from me
than what i already am?
will you still sit with me if I tell you I can’t?
i waste my time writing this
and feeling like a lost cause
feel like i’m the one booing over all the applause
smart girl
kind girl
“fine” not really fine girl
straight girl
strong girl
do you even try at all girl?
if i live up to what you ask of me
is it something you’d even see
if i could ever do enough
would you give me more, call it “tough love”?
every week feels like a year
and every slumber twenty seconds
blame it on my low attention span
and all my screwy methods
i can never stop trying all the way again
cause i’d lose all my passion and all of my friends
can’t afford to start over
only keep moving on
i seem to run so much
i don’t know what i’m running from
and will the hardships take that from me too?
i’m not living loud enough
so everyone tells me I'm through
something in me says, keep walking
smile as if you're still alive
some fighter spirit keeps me going
maybe soon I'll learn to thrive
and so close to something but so far away
my heart has begged so many people to stay
if i could write a poem called
sorta somewhat like okay
if i could get a streak going
happy day after happy day
but i’m three years into high school
and every day is just the same
i say i’m gonna work hard
and then i play video games
cause i’ll never be the girl everyone wants
so why even try to be something i’m not
i’m sleep deprived with no tears left to cry
and i’m fine for now
but i knew something so profound
and then i promptly forgot
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