beetlethebunny
The Dream Factory
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pertinent tags: love poetry, eros, dream poetry
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beetlethebunny · 17 days ago
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beetlethebunny · 18 days ago
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Little Tiger
Curled waiting nerve
unpassing through crunching footsteps
with someone who heard
a open outline.
Wide Eyed Baby Killer
Cream Colored Wish,
It’s Gobb!
a spider respecting of an elemental:
as fast as a breeze.
Quite of as in fact
Another half of an Orange,
She knows it’s something I’m trying for.
Spinning Rose, baking chips, running along furred lines
Looking up
intense
deviation
from life’s
judgement:
Yellow Barbed Heart, like a shrike
taking it from my own
when she held my face
and brought it down
to nuzzle Hers
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beetlethebunny · 18 days ago
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It’s just too much the smell
Practically jumping my nose hairs
And it’s just something I remember
With you strung between my hands
Dripping dripping
And down evidenced between my legs
You exit Creamy and warm
we could just keep playing
So I keep praying
So I could keep smelling
More and more my dream warrior
And honest friend
Forgive me for waxing poetic for the things I must wait
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beetlethebunny · 22 days ago
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beetlethebunny · 1 month ago
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Perfect time to write is when you’re sick
And you have too much to worry about
Let it, great, and end
Holes (summers) are made to go through
While wild duck always make good (they come home)
Where Swans always wait in heaven
(interesting; to come in hell)
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beetlethebunny · 3 months ago
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Reblog this if it’s okay to DM you and shoot the friendship shot.
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beetlethebunny · 3 months ago
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Of course, grafted pond in the bay leaf
“I am yours”
Taped behind a door
Fiery breath being
Trapped under the floor board
And living in the closest
That place where we fail to be sleeping
Is where all “love lies bleeding”
As Decadent lusters
Spining on the shell
See it run down my face
Inside biting the bell
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beetlethebunny · 3 months ago
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Something inside me is broken and everyone I’ve ever loved can see it
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beetlethebunny · 4 months ago
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Confidence, it takes a bargain
It’s okay to laugh through a problem
It comes at me faster when you make a silly face
Grinding my teeth because of the taste
Sweet and sticky left hand flicky
Catch me im a pokemon call me lickiliky
You got the badges, I’m your kitty
So strong and gentle and so so pretty
Let me be a future, take you on a date
Maybe in the future I can call you my 888
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beetlethebunny · 5 months ago
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Holding back that soft beast
Makes the wetness creep
Oh My Rotting ventricles
You’re Left over when you touch my hands
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beetlethebunny · 5 months ago
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Lasting Seasons
fire is burning through the woods
and that’s how it’s easy to stay
you goopy green splot
you highlight in the rainbow
let me lay in your smile
because our eyes are lingering
and we aren’t looking away
because our hearts are beating
in that feeling shouldn’t we sway?
watch me heart quiver on the spot
hours after the first instance
you squirmy wormy dot
you liquid lavishing lavender
lets stay laying down for a while
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beetlethebunny · 6 months ago
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You think I’m good man I know I am
But when u look at me expectantly I want
To burst into flames
To your desire I am pyrite
A stone to sharpen your teeth on
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beetlethebunny · 6 months ago
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velvet electric
Laughing in orange delirious
Holding eye contact just because
I’m in the safety of green nests
Anguish is now relaxing.
And laughing…
With
Me…
What
Is
This?
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beetlethebunny · 7 months ago
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youre beautiful
what has been and is is wonderful
constantly learning and changing
defining lovers
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beetlethebunny · 8 months ago
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my heart has music again
The Sacrifice
it helps me
I'd hate to die
I broke to imagine it
Manifestation has starlight,
to everything,
just flood.
i can hold art
it makes my hands heavy.
i wish instead
she could be haunting my hill
and that
[she would leave.]
you loved me like
[ i wish i was a doe]
you pushed playing the
Betrayal.
Ceramics comes out
into cursing
i am a sacrifice.
one will call me actual,
her friend, the more powerful
of the things she wears
a word, one comma over.
my heart is music at least,
watering my soul,
understanding pickled chess.
tar, then startled ruin
in all of my friendship's spells.
please touch what hurts gently
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beetlethebunny · 8 months ago
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ah another death zone
full of trap doors we hide as mice
sliding wooden door
hiding everything but you wait along aside me
its all good until we are found but they take it easy
but still conspire to escape
past the doors through some more juking them out
your head cut off when
youre in a corner and
im on top
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beetlethebunny · 8 months ago
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