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she yearns for the tub water. disgusting.

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well look who it is. my old friend. the conses of my quences.

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Its me and the rats running my life 🐭

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i love squid

YOOOO I see you're drawing the silly fish dudes. One of my favorite silly fish dudes is the whiplash squid. Could you draw one please?

i drew two so they have a friend :)

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Rape

You say it lurks

Behind clubs in the darkness

Between two fences on a dimly lit street

In the back of a cab

Dissolved at the bottom of a shot glass

Enticed by flimsy things

Tight little dresses-

Or the wobbly edge of consciousness

Induced by too much drink

You say we deserve it

We shouldn’t have been alone -

Should have brought a man

Shouldn’t have seemed “easy”

Should have worn more clothes

Should have screamed louder

And ran faster

Should have hidden,

Shouldn’t have even left the house.

But what if She was

Only eight years old

And not alone

Daddy and his friends were there.

What if She was wearing overalls and a jumper,

Drinking juice.

What if they where playing hide and seek

And She didn’t know what she was hiding from.

What if She never left her house -

It happened in her bedroom.

What if She was 30

Not Alone.

With her partner

Wearing pyjamas and sweats

And drinking tea.

What if She was tired

Too tired to fight

When he pesters, won’t take no-

What if She never left home

It happed in the lounge.

What if He was

15 and a half tomorrow

Not alone, at school.

Wearing shorts and a tennis shirt

What if He drank water

And didn’t know to run-

When the coach rounded the corner

There was nowhere to hide

Exposed in the bare locker room.

And What if She was

Newley 18

Alone, friends lost in the crowded room

Wearing skimpy, pretty things

Flirting at a party

Perhaps had one too many

Maybe it was something else.

What if She screamed too quiet-

And ran too slow

It happened so fast

Shoved against the wall of a dirty cubicle.

Would that mean we deserved it?

D

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it ?

Would that justify your contempt?

Your callousness?

You want us to hide

To cry-

To shrink down

So much that we might become invisible

Ignore our tears

Shout

YOU wanted It

Dirty Slut

Fag

Bitch

Whore

WE ARE DIRTY?

First you must damn those hands that try to dirty us

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rb to tell ur mutuals ur fond of them

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What squid is the smallest ? And how small !!!! :)

The smallest of all the squids is the pygmy squid! There are a couple different species of pygmy squid and they're all really tiny. We're talking like 4-16mm total length as adults depending on the species!

Here's a nice video of them up close- though I'm not sure why they're breathing so hard

I call the pygmy squid the "Post it notes of the sea" because like you can witness in this video, they are able to secrete underwater glue from their skin and stick to seagrass etc! I love them!

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Thank you so much for ur kind advice !! I am trying to write a poem a day (tho not all of them are postworthy) and post once a week! ❤️❤️

Hey! I’m an aspiring poet and I recently started a tumblr account , I wondered if you had any tips for more people seeing your work or anything ? Also ur really great I love how free ur poems are and how descriptive the word u use r!!! Anyways we stan u! :)

Awww this melted my heart!! Just post, post, post! And use your tags!! It’ll take a while to find your people, (I’ve been doing this for 10 years and I’d say my engagement is still fairly low most of the time) but you’ll find them ❤️

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Grateful

It’s been a while since I’ve tried to write

I don’t even know if I can

Breath life in these brain waves

Orchestrate the painful days

To make poetry

Is that a saving grace?

Or just meaningless words written on a page

Are we meant to stay silent

Build Rage as we age

taking life’s shit

With a smile across our face

Like we’re grateful

Grateful for a suicidal system we live in

With a blueprint to fail

No voice for the victims so that system prevails

a blindness to minority

With a lack of kindness

For majority

Perpetuating poverty

“fuck equality”

Tattooed across the Brian

There’s No light yet all We see is shade

Can’t you see We’re digging ourselves

an early grave

As Misplaced favour takes the reigns

Let’s erase old ways

Start manifesting change

why not eliminate oppression and hate

In a way we’re all the same

So Lets get our women paid

while we’re at it make the streets they walk on safe

The worlds breaking down

right before our eyes

Why be grateful for the tears that fill our eyes ?

There’s potential for so much more

But still we must be loyal to a cause

that’s just hate

disguised as something great

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To write or not to write

To be or not to be

Better said to write or not to write

Do all artists have a taste for hysteria

Or is art entrancing them to the intoxication that is lunacy

Artristry gives you an aroma of the specifics

The compulsion to unearth the covert

Spellbound to sever the colectivity of homo sapiens

The undeserving seizing, ultimately reeling

That despite their repulsiveness

Despite their condemnation

Their viciousness

Originating from an artists depictions

They would be viewed as alluring

As a sufferer

More so artists infatuation to alter misery

Reconstruct it to an angelic object of art

Dooming the artist

To their own carange - Mrs Stab

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Goodbye

I thought I understood what depression is

A tenant from hell

taking hold and full control

Harder days and Colder nights

Sunsets slowly seem less bright

Happiness Is harder to find

But I thought I'd seen the worst

I wasn't ready for a part two

What I felt before

turned out to be the calm before the storm

My Broken pieces were finally fitting together

Until I met you

Satans dagger is beauty

Please let me bleed

I remove my shoes

Take off my necklace

Replaced with the grim reapers noose

The curse sent to finish depression, Making clouds even sadder

My very own Baba-Yaga

Pulling me under

Why won't you just let me drown

How can this be fair

This accelerated infection

Maximises the pain

So you eventually let the darkness win

Then it settles in

Mutated strains of pain

Developed from a brain

That was so defective

Empty Corridors filled with deadly thoughts

The doctor says Take a seat,

Welcome to neurological death row

This is deeper than depression

It's crushing

I have so much to give

So why do I feel so empty

Blessed with a life

That someone else could've lived

When I think of life

my brain says just don't even try

I'm running out of space

So The scars begin to show

This wont be good for my health

I hate what people think of me

I'm all by myself

And I know I don't have much time left

The noose pretty much tied itself

I've never felt a pain so deep

Sweet depression is burning me alive

Voices telling me it's okay darling not everyone must survive

This must be hell

And I deserve this

they all tell me that I'm worthless

Im the soul they couldn't sell

I'm past the point of return

No one could recover from this

I'm living on borrowed time

There's a part of me that clutches on to hope

But When I die, i count the stars

If you could see the scars

You'd know why

Save this song as my goodbye token

Proof this broken baby

was briefly alive

Before my terminal mind called the firing line so casually

When I'm gone just remember how I used to smile

Have I finally found my place

Here we go

The devil just said welcome home

(I actually wrote this 4 months ago so I'm still here don't worry)

:'-¥

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What was once in vivid color is now muted gray My "hellos" linger unacknowledged in the stillness No longer expecting niceties in return, I acknowledge the burden of their weight It could just be that you know me too well, and you've learned the empty places my "hellos" tend to lead us, backseat rendezvous in vacant parking lots… and maybe you're a better person than I give you credit for, perhaps you're a better person than I ever was

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We shower praise on shrinking frames,

applauding as bodies wither away,

oblivious to silent screams

as long as they fit into size 2 jeans.

We fail to see what lies beneath

the facade of success,

the relentless pursuit of an unattainable ideal

driving us to the brink of death.

We search for validation through numbers,

and forget the human beings behind them,

their worth reduced to nothing more

than a measurement.

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Unsure of much else,

I wanted to tell you that I was in love with you.

If for no other reason,

because I knew it was true.

It was a truth I’ve held on to,

unable to let it go despite the circumstances.

Truth is a hard thing to find,

and maybe I’ll share it with you

one day.

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When you reread a poem you wrote at 3am