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#religious trauma? whaaaaaaaaat???#I’m totally not having a crisis#work in progress#thoughts#lyricist#poetblr#poets corner#poetsandwriters#writers and poets#lyric posting#songwriter#spilled poem#spilled ideas#spilled thoughts#spilled ink#spilled poetry#spilled feelings#religious trauma#wlw#gay#internalized homophobia
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No cis girl is that obsessed with gay men
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The grim reaper was initially illustrated as doing a mundane, regular job that everyone has seen done - a reaper swings his scythe and the hay falls, just as easy as people fall as death swings. Now many people who have never been to a farm only know the scythe as the weapon of Death personified, and farmers in most places of the world don't even use them anymore.
Imagine Death personified as someone doing a modern regular, mundane job. Imagine thinking "hoo boy, this is it for me. The Grim Bin Man is coming to collect, hauling my sorry soul into the trash compactor of his great eternal garbage truck."
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Burn me alive
Everyday I don't write
The mind is a lethal weapon
Could use it to improve my current situations, instead I self-sabotage
A series of unfortunate events didn't follow a plethora of troublesome decisions by chance
I don't want to be held accountable for a lifetime of failures, but I can't ignore the evidence of my hands
Ran away from school at a young age because I didn't feel accepted
As a kid I, without trying, noticed the difference between me and other children's humanity
Mother denies me access to a safe haven
I look and long for her embrace, she takes my hand instead and returns me to my iron maiden
My coloring book shows signs of life
I look into myself and see dead people; you look at me and see dead people
Blissful ignorance was a blindfold happily put on
Manually tried to slow my brain down, banged my head against the wall and suffered minor concussions; as a result, thoughts arrived a second slower, thankfully, but I tried to cause a permanent stop
Look into the void
Moments later, I'm drowning in it
I Was Born Like This (01 December 2024)
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please, for the sake of everything you hold dear, let not your creativity be touched by ai. express what comes to you the natural way. let it be messy, imperfect and not neat. paint with the urgency of a sailor standing on a ship's bay. pluck the chords of that guitar as it's the last time you're ever going to play. spilling emotions on paper is sacred. tis the art of birthing a new world out of thin air. true beauty is instilled by human heart in every skill, profession or hobby. don't give it away in the name of pretentious mastery.
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My mind still wanders to a future we’ll never share.
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words from eternal sunshine by flower face
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The blood on my hands is from the old me
(The blood on my hands says I’ll never be free)
I’ll kill myself to rebuild myself
I’ll make me in my own image
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Okokok but hear me out
Wearing a sharp barbed wire necklace. They grab the chain and yank on it, pulling your face closer to theirs. The back of your neck is saved by the lack of barbs on the back of the chain but the sides of your neck are not. First, you only feel on the blood trickling down your neck from the scratches. Then, despite the pain, you notice their hand is also bleeding. They’re so focused on you it doesn’t even seem like they realize. You tell them to stop, to be careful. They laugh.
“You can’t scare me away that easily.”
They let go and wipe the blood off on your shirt.
#thoughts#sub posting#tw blood#cw blood#blood play#bd/sm community#bd/sm kink#I never thought id be into this#totally didn’t hit me in a Hot Topic today
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I fill my lungs with you and blow a cloud into the cold
Your scent is the smoke poisoning my lungs
But the chill kissing my lips burns hotter than yours
Are my fingers numb from the frost or your love?
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Just watched Beetlejuice 2 (don’t get me started) and Edward Scissorhands and HOOO BOY THE TIM BURTON KICK IS BACK BABYYY
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