#poetry i guess
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another morning 2 early - starting - cold coffee a bit and biscotti (forbidden - well not exactly but strongly -discouraged itz the sugar ) usualusual kitty - good and always - tho the waking up sum daze...
anyway an outta order hallelujah and we try not to b psycho - some marvin gaye gospel
gray chill
laundry laundry ...upcoming and for eternity - well maybe -if we wear clothes in the after life or get a new body - not really sure wat happens xactly - but that is so off topic
omg id no -how to end things any other way anymore or maybe theres something else to come
dont hold ur breath tho
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Sometimes writing is like
A perfect crafted song.
Other times it's the sound
Of acorn caps and bones
Rattling around in ratty,
Loved, patchwork bag.
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does anybody else remember it happening like this?
(click for better quality. original meme under cut)
#motivation is slowly coming back#i still have a lot of projects but im gonna fit in doodles here and there until i can do some bigger and better comics#anyway this meme is so stupid but it sends me into hysterics#so yeag#also the implication of dream being god in this is just#poetry i guess#dream team#dteamblr#dtblr#dreamwastaken#dreamblr#georgenotfound#gnf#404blr#sapnap#pandasblr#my art
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bone white stone towers
like the arms of a dead god
holding up the sky
no, more like fingers
worn to the marrow, scraping
at the coffin lid
no, not fingers, ribs
pried apart and licked pristine
by snotworms and birds
like arms like fingers
like ribs, bone white stone towers
divine, like whale fall
the leviathan
larger than the world entire
is devoured by it
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how do you decipher
the differences and nuances
between friendship and love
platonic attraction or affection
how do you ask
someone to explain
their feelings for you
in a comprehensible way
without making things awkward
is it just too hard to say
'hey this is how i like you'
how do you want to engage?
#i absolutely will wake up and forget i did this#i am not usually a poet so uh#its 3am and i do not feel like myself lol#so i know its bad#poetry i guess#poetry#qpr#queerplatonic#queerplatonic attraction#platonic attraction#quoiromantic#queer poetry#aromantic#aro ace#queer#ace spec
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I looove quitting jobs because I'm a really good worker. I love seeing the fear In my manager's eyes when I turn in my two weeks.
Want to keep me?
Well, I told you in our last meeting what would keep me.
can't do it
Well, too bad <3
should have paid me more,
should not have yelled at me
Should have given me the scheduled shift I asked for <3
Now I'm looking for something new, and I know you're going to give me a good recommendation, and I just wonder where it went wrong
#poetry i guess#personal#antiwork#thoughts#back on the grind in linkted in and indeed#trying to find a remote work job
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handle your business like a lady / just cause you baked cookies for a while doesn't mean you forgot the smell of gunfire and sulfer in your hair / show them all who you are / a blaze of glory / take 'em all in your heatwave / burn baby burn
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"I am a mosaic of everyone that I've ever loved, even for just a heartbeat" - @viridianmasquerade
i make my pasta the way my best friend who i don't talk to anymore did. i wear funky socks all the time because someone that doesn't even know i exist explained why they did. i write my p's the way my friend does because i rarely talk to her anymore and it's like a little reminder of our friendship. every autumn, i listen to the same songs on the same playlist this boy i drifted away from made. i wear the bracelets and rings that every single person has ever given me because i like to have a piece of them always with me. i paint my nails this specific shade of blue because the sister of the person i love has the matching shade. i started drinking bubbletea because this girl made me try it, and i made my tea with the teabags my friend gave me for my birthday a few years ago. i write my feelings in this notebook one of my friends got me for christmas the year before we stopped talking, and i write the best things in a notebook gifted by a friend with our inside jokes on the cover. i wear dangly earrings because someone i platonically love always does, and half of the books i've read are because of them, they are the reason i am on tumblr right now. i joined the fandom every single game someone i love has played, and all the shows and movies and musicals my friends have shown me. i still listen to this one taylor swift song that i listened to with a girl i don't talk to anymore, because it was our song. i keep the polaroid one of my friends in my phone case, and i type the word "-cause" the way i do because this guy i love platonically does, and because this girl i only have a connection to because of a boy does too. i'm watching a show that's now my favourite because the girl i sit next to in math recommended it to me. i started playing soccer because of my childhood friend, and i grew my hair long because my closest friend in grade 2 did. i read harry potter because one of my best friends told me about it in primary school, and i have a headband given to me by someone i hope is doing better now. 13 is my favourite number because of this singer i love, and my posters are on my wall because of someone's sister. i drink monster now because this boy i was friends with made me try it ages ago, and now it's one of my favourite things. i have a piece of every person i have ever loved, even for a second, because all of them have shaped one part of my life or the other.
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so i woke up with this idea in my head of chris as the reincarnation of daniel and kind of just…pulled a poem from brain (i’ve thought poems before but never written them down but this one was dying to get out i am not a poet it is not good but im going to throw it out into the world anyway rough edges and all don’t make fun of me okay?)
Reincarnation
you were born to save a boy.
you fail.
you grow up.
you meet Him.
(He trusts you with his son more than anyone —
You don’t want to let him down)
you’re drawn to them in a way you don’t understand
(maybe you do in some way you’ll never come.
close to realizing)
you help them
you save him from a tsunami
(he saves you from yourself with a simple sentence - you’re gonna be okay kid)
you save them
you watch as they become your family
you watch as he grows up becomes his own person
you watch as he needs you less and less
you were born to save a boy
and so you do
you don’t fail this time
you save him
you save him
you save him
#idk like i said im not a poet yall#i’m a dumbass who writes silly little stories about boys kissing on the internet#i just needed to get this out into the void#evan buckley#buck and christopher#buckley diaz family#my writing#poetry i guess
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i don’t feel human.
i have friends. i know that. there are people that talk to me, joke with me, say they like me. i like them. i think they like me.
but how much can someone like me to compensate for how much they hate me?
i’m annoying. i don’t get how conversations work. i miss social cues. i hijack conversations whenever i open my mouth. i don’t understand personal space. i’m stuck up and a know it all and sometimes accidentally mean. i am universally disliked. i have accepted this as true.
i have a friend who’s like me. and i find myself annoyed. irritated. wanting to distance myself. i look at what she does and i see myself. i look at her and i hate myself, and then i hate myself more for hating myself in the first place.
my best friend tells me she loves me. i love her. but i am clingy and i don’t know how to love right. too much and too little at the same time. for all i can speak i never know what to say. i will never be able to love her in the way that she deserves. i hate myself for that.
i’m a bad person. i came to terms with that long ago. it was easier that way. i didn’t like myself and i didn’t care if other people liked me either. i was born without an instruction manual and for all that i tried to watch and learn i still managed to fuck up.
please. give me the instruction manual.
i want to be human.
#the mood is sad in the house tonight boys#my writing#poetry i guess#poetry#poem#sadgirl#sad thoughts#maybe i shouldn't have skipped my meds oopsie
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Yknow despite feeling a major disconnect from being a human it certainly is nice sometimes. There's blood that runs through my body and it is warm and it is alive and rich and full of what gives all things life. My body is filled with life even if my mind doesn't know it. There are people that are like me and there are people that are not and its a beautiful and wonderful experience when it wants to be. I am alive God damnit and I'll use this gift however I please
#mercy talks#poetry i guess#this is about otherkin stuff but i guess more animal like kintypes wouldnt feel like this so.#this goes out to all my non organic hoes out there#otherkin#robotkin#techkin#this body can be nice sometimes. but only sometimes
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all holly jolly - wtf - wait am i falling 4 the hype - im not against the concept of peace on earth or a miracle or 2 - tho - despite all the fuckery
some laundry infinity - pondering
a kitty (good always) some coffee not in that order exactly
yesterday i red that tomorrow is halloween on tumblr
and yes some murder
midweek
usual usual i guess maybe idk
anyway
hallelujah
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society will tell you you’re weird
but i think you’re fucking divine
fuck their opinions and lies
i’d be honored to call you mine
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I slam the glass hard on the bar, bleary and disheveled,
one eye half-open and with drops of December speckling my collar,
and bleat out, horse-cough hoarse, "Another!"
"Haven't you had enough?" chides the tender,
tsking, pouring into my bruised vessel another year,
and in response I drink it to the last dream of dregs -
bitter, bitter! - but God, does it catch in your teeth!
And I'll be worse next time the glass hits the bar,
sick and poisoned - I should just go home.
"But I'll have as many as you'll give me,"
simpler and slurred, but the words keep coming,
"Until you throw me out in the cold."
Another.
Another.
Another.
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astronomy poetry <3
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She was as warm as the sun
as beautiful like the moon
as over-looked like the stars
as intriguing like the universe
and as untouchable as the clouds
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#poetry i guess#uhhhh#love poetry#swaggy shit#idk what else to tag#astronomy#sun and moon dynamic#stars
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you came over yesterday
even as the cold wind blew
we hugged and kissed as the snow fell
and now my pillow still smells like you
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