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[the-homosapien-agenda]

mind fuckery

TW: homophobia, mentions of violence due to homophobia hello dear queers who live within the internet so far ive just posted various poetry things but this is just me being pissed over exams and feeling extremely unreal and stupid cishet boys who think it’s completely fine to yell slurs at a queer couple and threaten a queer person with violence and I’m just so mad and this has no punctuation whatsoever but I think I’m a bit too angry to care

and then feeling unreal now that’s a whole other brain fuck because yes my mocks start next week and they’re important as fuck so I have been revising and all that shit but it’s just numbed me out and good old burn out and now I feel like I’m not entirely real which is a whole other confusing this and I can’t talk to people without feeling super shitty even though I love them a lot and they usually make me feel good but now I can’t and the panic attacks and I just want to live in the rwrb timeline if I’m being honest I feel like that would solve most of my problems and fix my mental health

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pink, purple, blue

lazy hands brushing over a dark room

midnight coffee with me and you

red, orange, green

fresh summer breezes

a half-drunk happy midday scene

purple, red, black

lonely, angry, rough hands

cigarettes after every attack

colours, colours, colours

spinning, ringing, wild lovers

screaming, hurting, lost others

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the pen could never rival the sword

except when swung without a care

bloody, ruthless, inaccurate precision

then each word would slice the air

and each sentence would create a void

brimming with empty darkness

then you’d wish for the sword

with its simple callousness

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this

is a word floating out into the breeze

it slips down the page

and mingles with the tree

this.

is trapped

stuck behind barren bars

like a tree completely hacked

it holds a lot of scars

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he was a boy of dreams

made of nightmares and poetry

his eyes they would seem

to drink the darkness and gleam

and when he broke into your mind

past your plastic guards

he needn’t look to find

all that you try to hide

and as he stole away

under the cover of night

you’d try stop him and say

who are you, you terrible fright

please don’t come again

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how do i think

with a fervent passion

and without so much as a link

how do i write, in a similar fashion?

rather with a soft sounding clink

and as i scribble

my thoughts the dribble

over my pillow

and around the willow

sneaking up outside my window

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in loving my poems

you loved yourself

for you were my muse

love is just an excuse

for silly poets like me

to dream of poets like you

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introduction

hey. im tyrian, a non-binary bisexual with a stash of bad poetry and random history and literature rambles. im not entirely sure how this works, but im trying to figure this out at the pace of a snail (im actually struggling at introducing myself, bear with me). my hobbies include playing the guitar (and the ukulele), crocheting small creatures, reading and writing prose and mostly poetry, queer history and rambling about random bullshit