gwyns-writing
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gwyns-writing · 9 months ago
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sigh of a dyke
356 queer people*
320 beautiful trans people**
365 days***
*who suffered a hate crime in 2023.
**murdered in 2023.
***in 2023.
1 queer child*
468 bills**
52 days***
*murdered in 2024.
**that killed them, just from 2024.
***in 2024, only.
sigh. it's heavy. but what can I do?*
*cry, pray, search, hope, abandon religion, try again, fail, fight, scream, grieve your compassion, damn the murderers, damn your father and damn your parents, damn your peers, damn the boys you met in high school, damn your middle school religion teachers, damn the people that killed them, all of the people that killed them, all of the politicians who started this, and who continue it, and all of the people who believe in an evil god's word and hold hate in their hearts and laugh at a person's queerness and say that the fight is won. they are all responsible. they killed this child. they all did. pray that hell is hot for them, and pray that there is a heaven just for queer people, and pray that there is a heaven for you, too, you despicable, evil, sick, disgusting fucking dyke.
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gwyns-writing · 11 months ago
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cry now so that when you are a cloud, the rain you hold won’t be plentiful, and people below will enjoy warm spring showers, but never storms.
cry now so that when you are the sea, you will know how to keep the creatures within you safe, and hold them the same way you were held when your heart was broken.
let your tears of sadness shed today, so that your tears of joy may water the flowers and join the ocean in one million years. your children’s children’s children will bless you for it.
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gwyns-writing · 1 year ago
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i could drink this wine for ages, the privilege to be immovable between this aperture of grace until the final judgment may take each soul from the earth, and be content enough to sustain my soul for untold lifetimes. but i am mortal, so i shall drink my wine now, and continue to crave the chimera that your wine may sustain me within my body of flesh, enough so that i may live only on your wine alone.
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gwyns-writing · 1 year ago
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miracle of life
miracle of life
even in the dark i am still alive
even now, disengaged, i am still alive
even asleep, i am still alive
and i love
miracle of life
miracle of love
even when i cry i love
even when i scream i love
even when i frown i love
and i am
miracle of love
miracle of kindness
i am kind
i am love
i am alive
miracle of life
i am a miracle
i love this miracle of life
my miracle of life
miracle of love
miracle of kindness
miracle of miracles!
miracle of life
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gwyns-writing · 1 year ago
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A third grade portrait where I chose the color of my hair
it wasn't brown, it wasn't blonde, it was gold
back when I loved my dad the way that I did before
and even then something inside said that I wasn't pretty
even then
I’d draw girls with blonde hair that was blonder than mine and I'd know
something about me was wrong
but in the third grade I learned that I like to sing
I’d get up on stage and I'd make something up
and people I knew would smile, but not other kids
somewhere along the way
I'd stop playing with cheetahs and horses and dogs
and would start playing alone
even then a voice in my head said that I wasn't good enough
And even then
i’d draw frowny faces on my math homework and I'd know
Those faces were something I needed a grown-up to see
pink glasses and glitter and pearls
and girls who were mean and my sheets that were green and the walls filled with butterflies
and toys that were buried outside in the grass
enjoying a mass
speaking in class and learning to say my Rs
everything innocent
everything sweet
was clouded the more I grew up
and I don't remember her like I did before
But i see her in every choice that i make
And i look for her in every dark day
And i hope that she knows, some day, even now
she will be okay
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gwyns-writing · 1 year ago
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this should be peaceful
but when i am with them i am closeted
i am quiet
i am silenced
i am hidden
my quirks are suppressed
my personality is censored
my happiness is quickly extinguished
and i love them
and they love me
but not really
they don’t even know me
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gwyns-writing · 1 year ago
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when lucia revealed herself stained with the blood of arturo
my soul
sitting on the red cushion before her
only could deny her sin.
perhaps a tie of womanhood is stronger than one of blood
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gwyns-writing · 2 years ago
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what i wait for what i work for what i wish for and wake for is for more frozen seconds to spend with you and the chance that my eternal rest may be in your shelter
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gwyns-writing · 2 years ago
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Inside of a Petco sat 32 unique betta fish.
Inside of a pond just 5 miles away swam over 200 wild fish, a plethora of unique plant species, a fresh batch of 29 tadpole eggs, and 31 tadpoles that had just hatched.
Inside of an office sat one person without a clue about fish, but a passionate rage toward Petco and their cruel practices.
Inside of the Petco, about 3 minutes later, sat 20 new betta fish that had just been delivered.
Inside of the pond, 30 seconds later, swam over 200 wild fish, a plethora of unique plant species, a fresh batch of 28 tadpole eggs, 31 tadpoles, and one that had just hatched prematurely, but perhaps if fate were to be in its favor, could live for a few more days.
Inside of a tall, beige minivan, 5 minutes later, sat the passionate man, on his way to Petco.
Inside of the Petco, about 10 minutes later, stood the man, with 52 unique betta fish in his shopping cart.
Inside of the pond, 12 minutes later, swam over 200 wild fish, a plethora of unique plant species, a fresh batch of 28 tadpole eggs, 31 tadpoles, one that had just hatched prematurely, but perhaps if fate were to be in its favor, could live for a few more days, and 52 unique betta fish.
Inside of his home, 6 hours later, the man slept easy, happy with himself for saving the fish.
Inside of the pond, at the same time, swam 127 wild fish, a few unique plant species, a fresh batch of 12 tadpole eggs, 8 tadpoles, and 48 unique betta fish.
Inside of the pond, a few days later, was almost nothing.
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gwyns-writing · 2 years ago
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i have never been so concious
of my face before i loved you
of my skin before i loved you
i touch my face
with my hand
as i sit up front
alone in my thought of you
my fingers on my skin
remind me now of yours
i never before noticed my fingers
only my rough face
and now my soft cheek
as i am lost in my thought of you
my nose begins to bleed
and drips onto my fingers
i look at the crimson under my nails
i am alive
and because i am alive i have known the feeling of your soft fingers and my soft cheek
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gwyns-writing · 2 years ago
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a belated sonnet for the person who is keeping me sane
With you I feel like spring shall never die,
Your hair a curling garden made of brown,
Your skin my fav'rite color of the sky:
the painted clouds as the night sun goes down.
Like budding earth, the glisten in your eye
invites me to your gaze in which I drown,
And yet somehow I breathe more easily
in presence of your caring hands on mine.
For here I laze and smile so leisurely.
My fear is calmed; I no more weep nor whine.
If I not restlessly remain at home,
I long for ev'ry second here with you.
For ev'ry lonesome distance that I roam,
through all facades, I know that you are true.
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gwyns-writing · 2 years ago
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there may be pain we two may bare;
it’s only right that we do share.
though strife of life we two embrace,
our hands do touch its pale, cold face.
the answers we have come to know
leave us still with longing so.
o, wonders ne’er release my brain
as we lay behind the rain.
so i look into the air
asking if still you will care.
will you love when i’m away?
through life’s trials, will this stay?
only time will come to know
the longing that i carry so.
still, wondrous things i see.
in life, i feel, i’m truly free.
something new we two create
lifts me now from life’s grim fate.
now the world i look upon.
all mortality is gone.
finally, i am at rest
as stillness settles at its best.
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gwyns-writing · 2 years ago
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this account is so cringe and i love it it is my silly little diary
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gwyns-writing · 2 years ago
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i know we said talking about the future wasnt the best idea
but i also know we both cant help it
because thats when i know that we know how much we love each other
and i know that makes me smile :)
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gwyns-writing · 2 years ago
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the toxin in some spit that flies off of a sharp tongue drives me to an enragement near homicidal, a despair near depression, and a hopelessness near the inclination to resign.
why can't people learn to be kind.
why can't people learn to be kind.
why can't people learn to be kind.
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gwyns-writing · 2 years ago
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i am so close to you
we are practically intertwined as fibers in a thread
and yet, please, i want to be closer
forevermore and ever, i want to be closer.
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gwyns-writing · 2 years ago
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what if i died?
i think something is wrong
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