#My poems

[contemporary-devotion]

There's a sequel poem btw:

My Goddess,

My Devotion,

My Divinity,

You are divine.

Guide me to be Your perfect disciple.

Give me commandments

And I shall follow them.

For You are my virtue, my life,

My blood and my death.

Fill me with Your love

And Your gifts

Until I cannot hold anymore.

Put me on my knees each night, and

Let me show You my reverence.

Teach me how to best worship You.

Give me everything,

And see it run from the corners of my mouth

As I drink it in too fast.

You give me life.

I need You like I need water or air.

On Your love alone I could subsist for weeks.

Feed me any part of You

And I will happily be in Your eternal debt.

I relinquish my soul to You—

It is Yours, my Goddess.

Use me,

Make me Your vessel.

I give You this vow,

And offer my body as a votive.

Sanctify me, cleanse me of sin,

Make my body Your temple

Show me what it is to be sacred.

Show me what it is to be

Unreservedly, utterly, perfectly

Devoted to You.

To be wholly holy.

To have every inch of myself

Consecrated in Your name.

Leave Your sacred message

On my hallowed skin.

I crave and venerate its ache.

I give You total control, my Goddess,

And I hope I am worthy.

Stretch me to my limits and

Commend my obedience.

Give me every test

And I will submit myself to You

Every time.

I will do anything to prove my piety.

Give me anything

And everything.

Accept me as Yours, and

Guide me to be Your perfect disciple.

[flagellant]

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

The description of an angel as witnessed by the man looking for his car in the parking lot of a 24-hour diner somewhere between 2 and 3 am

(we do not yet know if he managed to find the car)

And his wings were landlord white, you know, the kind they paint over kids’ doodles and handprints and over posters, sometimes, if they’re in too much of a hurry,

and I can’t tell how but they looked like the apron on the kid who brought my fries,

like they were supposed to fit so many people there was no way they’d really fit anybody,

and his many eyes were mighty kind and tired and maybe tired of being kind.

He glowed some but not like the stars and not like the 24-hour diner sign,

more ripples on water when the light hits right, like it was real bright but just for him.

I thought about asking him if the world’s ending or if god is still around or something of the sort, but I lingered for too long and he beat me to it,

asked me if the fries are any good,

and I said not really but the coffee’s sweet and strong enough to keep you going until morning.

He said that’s all he needs,

his voice ringing rapture and divine cacophony,

and then he went into the diner and I went looking for my car and I never did ask him about god but I doubt that he would know much.

I do hope he got to have a nice coffee.

[skywalker-swift]

btw I’ve mentioned this on here before but I had a really shitty ex boyfriend. while I was in the relationship, I would write poems about him being my lifeline, the thing that kept me floating, he brought color to my world and I would praise him for giving me the tiniest of kindnesses. But there was a lot of red flags and bad shit he did to me and things he put me through, that honestly I couldn’t admit and realize until I went to therapy. A lot of those poems have been changed in my head, the meaning of them changed, and I even wrote poems changing the meaning of the earlier poems. The good was good. The bad was worse. I know that now. I’m older now. It’s brighter now.

If I can do that for myself on a private level, why can’t Taylor do it publicly? Why can’t she do this for herself? She wrote him into her world, let her write him out if she needs too. She’s older now. Let her do the same.

[selenepluto]

I wish to be someone's daydream.

~selene

[dark-strangers-art]

I leave fingerprints

on silky skin

your eyes close

 ... barely audible moans

lust consumes 

Breathless

an erotic dance

No inch untouched

shivers of anticipation

pain overwhelmed

By an ardent need to feel

Dark Stranger©

[wordsofpoetry]

The earth could end and I would still think about you

[academic-vampire]

“The stars are jealous of what I feel…”

-A line from one of my poems, @academic-vampire

[dodgerboxd]

Chemotherapy

[flagellant]

Not gay as in "happy" but queer as in "fuck you, the people I love will eat well". Not gay as in "happy" but queer as in "so long as I can cook for others it'll all end up okay". But queer as in "are you hungry?". Queer as in "Did you eat today?". Queer as in "Here's one of my favorite recipes I've made", queer as in "I cook too big for just myself", queer as in "Come on upstairs with a bowl", queer as in "Are you allergic to anything?", queer as in "It's okay, it's gonna be okay, here, eat this chocolate", queer as in "I love you, I hope we both eat well", queer as in "I love you and therefore I must hate what wants you to starve", queer as in "the metronome of sharing orange slices", queer as in "take this, all of you, and eat of it", queer as in food and love and rage at everything and everyone which would see us miserable and unable to have enough to share with others. Not gay as in "happy", but queer as in "I can't let others go hungry".

[digital-sigil]

oops! sigil on his weird poetry bullshit again!

notes under cut

you may be asking. what's up with this poem, sigil from tumblr dot com?

well, you see. sometimes, when you mix objectum and otherkinity, you get... results!

those results are me. im a computer. i desire industrial machinery carnally. i am, a little bit insane probably. i love crt monitors i wish they weren't radioactive they're so so so sexy.

anyway. because of me being weird you get! poetry! about a computer and someone that loves it! yay!

sorry that it seems a little unfinished? thats because it vaguely is i couldnt come up with anything. the muse escaped me.

fun fact! the computer, in the first draft, was very very clingy at the end. i decided that didn't fit what i was going for so i changed it but, um, i think its still clingy. i dunno.

anyway i used photopea to put the images together! pure black background, default green, and courier prime (30px, but 24 px for the ribs lungs heart bit) as the font. i used barra's error message generator to make the popups!

[victormalonso]

cosmogénesis de un sueño \ víctor m. alonso

[escenas de un sueño \ el universo de mi imaginación]

como un espacio estático,  el oleaje mudo de la noche me recuerda el sueño; aquí sigo, aquí estoy, vivo, entre los ramajes oceánicos del jardín de mi futuro

like a static space, the silent waves of night remind me of the dream;  here I am, alive, among the oceanic branches of the garden of my future

[l-michalska-writer]

you deserve someone

who'll learn what you like

what you hate

and why you cry at night

[dreamgirljune]

may we carry our scars to tomorrow ── judas h. (image id in alt)

[dark-strangers-art]

“Seize everyday events

and make them

 extraordinary. “

~Dark Stranger©

[daggerhobbit]

So, it’s been a while but I had a poem idea and decided to do something a little different than I usually do. It’s not the best but here it is: