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My body, shifting like a shore,

Where tides of change forever roar,

Pull me in two, against my will,

One self I know, the other, still—

A wild sea, untamed, unbound,

Where reason’s voice is barely found.

The steady hand, the smarter voice,

Admonishes my wayward choice,

It sees the wreckage left behind,

The scars of passions unrefined,

The fleeting joys, the bitter sting,

Of reckless heart that takes to wing.

Yet still, that siren calls to me—

Her song, a fevered ecstasy.

I chase the touch, the fleeting kiss,

The fire within that burns amiss.

I drown in fantasies, fine spun,

With reason, left to watch, undone.

The ancient hand, the voice of grace,

It warns me of the treacherous place,

But I am lost in moonlit glow,

A ship adrift, with none to row.

My heart leaps wildly in the gale,

It knows no end, it sets no sail.

These tides that shape, they ebb and flow,

They build me up, they lay me low—

The clash of wild and wise at war,

Within this vessel’s endless roar.

And though I yearn to set things right,

I cannot stop the ebb and flow,

I cannot stop the tides that go,

And I will rise, as woman whole.

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Sharon Olds, Stag’s Leap

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The gown, spun silver, soft as light, My heart beneath, a fledgling's flight. A year to bloom, a woman's grace, A crown bestowed, my rightful place.

Old loves and new, they cheered with glee, Their crystal cups, they drank to me. Yet where my kin of work had sworn, Sat empty seats, a promise torn.

No word to tell of urgent call, No note to say they cared at all. Did they believe this dream was vain, A child’s pursuit, a fleeting gain?

Yet in my heart, a shadow grew, Of trust betrayed and love askew. The laughter now, a hollow bell, In tolling tones, my gladness fell.

That open door, once wide with grace, Now swings to close, an empty space. Yes, I can smile, I can perform, But round my heart, there brews a storm.

Though to retreat may pain me so, Some wounds once cut, refuse to grow With balm of time, or reason’s plea. I turn to work, my heart now free—

Or so I say, but deep inside, A part of me has gently died.

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say what u want about the manscaped ads I know they are shit, all of them but the “evil, sinister, malcontent, balls” one puts me into fucking hysterics actually

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The taste of summer’s wine upon my tongue, But dawn has stripped the costumes from our souls. You, with Catra's armor now undone, While I, with shattered wings, must bear the toll Of fragile dreams that vanished into flame, A spark once bright, now lost without a name.

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, Now haunt me as the morning stains the sky. What arms have held me close, I cannot tell, For you have slipped away like evening’s bell. The night, a blur of whispered 'might have been,' And I, a shadow lost, where you begin.

How foolishly I dreamt of something more, A love that might have bloomed from fleeting touch, But in your gaze, the embers, cold and sore, Gave neither warmth, nor spark, nor flame as such. And now I sit, ashamed, beneath the weight Of dreams too tender for the hand of fate.