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"Don't mind the tears, their happy I swear"

*minces onion and garlic for you with romantic intentions*

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This made me laugh a lot, damn what a way to put it 😆😆 couldn't have said it better

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The world's love

Sometimes it's easy to forget you are loved, that you matter to the world beyond what you can do.

But when that happens the world likes to remind you in small ways that you matter.

It shows your the shifting autumn leaves on the freeway exit that look magical

It gives you a just by chance hang out with a friend that squeezes the loneliness out of you just a smidgen

It gives you hot steady showers that make your skin soft and your soul melt

It gives tangy fruit picked from the vine on your walk, that awakens your tongue from a dull slumber

It gives you quiet rain, humming like a mothers lullaby, holding you in a gentle state of rest

It calls to you, reminding you to move and eat and love and live.

Because what is the world without having something to admire it for what it is.

The world is love. And you deserve to feel it.

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Homophobes suck. If you know someone who's gay, tell them you love them. They need it.

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Paper scars

I wish to be like the poets past

To have my soul barred on paper and for other to relate.

To echo the loneliness that crawled into my chest at age 11 and has been clawing its way out ever since.

But shame masks this

It mocks me for this unwelcome need.

And I laugh because what artist lived to hear their voice echoed back to them?

I laugh and throw my head back in shame.

And this rips further the gnarled scarred flesh inside of my chest

But I know it's fine because what is a poet if not a comedian

And what is a poem

If not a poorly timed joke

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Going up to drag queens (especially for the first time) is like meeting a Disney princess as a 6 year old, you are just in absolute awe and nervous and so excited beyond reason because "oh my goodness they are so sparkly and pretty"

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The Sea of Liquid Silver

- By Eria

The sea is liquid silver

The ocean swallows the moon

The sands fill with champagne

And I sing a mixed up tune

It hangs on hymns and lyrics

Each dancing off the tongue

It sprays like the sea mist

Coating the rocks and my lungs

It lulls its listener with false confidence

The way most lyrics do

It sings a song well known

But somehow also new

The ocean tides pull back

As does my sheltered view

As I realize the days left of my childhood

I only have a few

The ocean moans its song

One of deep and old

I burry my hands in the rocks and sand

And pray that I'm not yet sold

To the world in which the oceans

Don't play a withered tune

To the world in which the sand

Doesn't shine bright anew

Singing my last song

I beg to Poseidon, my wonder to keep,

He shakes hid head and smiles

That whimsy is up to me

My salty tears fall forward,

As many have before

I grieve for my childhood

And now what is in store

And the ocean rises and falls

Continuing as it always has

The sea of liquid silver

Champagne amonge the sand.

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An Ode to the pink flower on the side of the freeway:

To the flower I saw 3 weeks ago, standing tall on the side of the road, catching the eye of all traffic goers who are stuck and forced to observe. I want you to know I see you.

You who are lonely

You who shine bright

You who are out of place

And you who become irrelevant once out of sight.

To that flower who is loved by many wandering eyes

But seen by few

I see you, lost, alone and slightly askew

Oh beautiful freeway flower I bask in your vibrant colors

Your isolated kindness on my eyes compared to the stretches of gravel makes you an inspiration.

Hey freeway flower you are wonderus,

Though many may see you as worthless, wondering why you would not be in a garden or behind a fence locked up for private viewing.

Freeway flower I see you and appreciate what you are doing.

Your color kisses the peripherals of all who drive by and your striking contrast begs people to stop and say hi.

Little pink flower I wonder if you are lonely, I wonder if you dream of beds in a garden where you would not be the one and only.

I wonder if you cry every time a car passes or if you stand solo waving and smiling at the masses.

Pink flower you inspire the little children who see you and excite the teenagers who look to live.

Little pink flower you mend hearts and relationships.

Oh little flower if you can survive such a cold and unfeeling place, how could I ever think to complaine.

Inside my car with the windows up graced only by your beauty through the pane

An ode to that little pink flower, as I merge into traffic,

How does it feel to be on the mind of a teenage Sapphic?

-Eria

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A little writing prompt poem ♥️

Rainboots

And there I stood

Waiting for you to come back

To offer to hold me because the rain is cold and bitter

Waiting to hold your hand

Longing for an embrace

Waiting for you to smile at me and tell me "it's okay, we will try again"

I stood there and smiled at bye passers lying to myself that you were coming back for me

I stood there till my knees hurt

Then I sat there till my legs fell asleep

I layed on the sidewalk for a moment and realized the hard truth; that was the end.

No matter how much I wish it wasn't, no matter what dreams appear in my head.

We gave up. We stood by eachother, shook hands and that was the end.

A frank good bye and a lying smile telling you I'll see you again.

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A New York State of Mind

Meet me at our apartment 19 blocks over from Broadway (always feels shorter when you are excited for a show).

I can't wait to see you there

In our apartment with the living room full of plants and the bathroom with a kiss mark on the side of the mirror.

Where I always keep oranges stocked in the kitchen because I have sworn they keep off scurvy since 10th grade.

And you have a sword hanging over the markshift mantle place that doesn't really go with anything else in here.

The apartment where we can hear the Broadway swing actor singing "Defying Gravity" two apartments over at 4:00 pm every weekday.

And where the stray cat meets us on the scaffolding barley bolted to the side of the building.

Can we meet at the bagel shop I found junior year and then take the subway to Central Park?

I remember your coffee order I promise

I can't wait to see you mi amore, my heart

XO

Seen at 10:37am

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Trueeeee the words are just there and they have to be put somewhere, hence writing

“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

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yayyyy mutuals hiiiiiiiii reblog if you love your mutualssssssss hiii mutuals

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Poems are snippets of the past that people can never declare dead.

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Poetry and Bible Verses

I want to speak sweet poetry to you.

Reading to you from the book I got last weekend at the market.

I want to trace my hand in you hair twirling the strands gently in the way that makes your head lean in closer to me.

I want to settle my chin on your head and let my right foot touch your left.

I want the sun to kiss our legs and brush upon my arm. I want it to highlight the bumps and bruises on our legs.

I want to hear the hum of your voice as you chuckle at which ever poet we've chosen to listen to.

I want to feel the warmth of an "I love you" in the bottom of my throat that makes it hard to say anything else but.

I want to spend my Sundays with you. Religiously soft and unconditionally loved. I want you to be my church and my Saint because God has never made me feel this loved.

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I want to love myself

I want to love myself

I want to crave my own self love the way I crave the taste of lemonade on your lips or the warmth of your smile.

I want to look in the mirror and oogle and wonder at the stretch marks, freckles, and textures like I do with statues at a musume or strangers at a coffee shop

I want to be strong enough hold myself in my arms and not worry that I'm going to fall

I want to recognize light in my eyes again, and see energy and enthusiasm twinkling with everything I take in like the child I used to babysit.

I want to feel safe in the hours I spend by myself, because I know how wonderful it feels to sit with my best friend and do nothing.

I want to hold my own hand and look at my inner child and say "I can't wait to do this with you" because she's scared that she is going to be doing this alone the rest of her life.

I want to love myself again because loving everything else has made me realize how nice it feels when you do.

I want to love myself as much as I love you.

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I love the world

I love the sea of suns in my neighbors garden

I love the spill of pearls that floats in the wind

I love sobering streams of sunlight

I love dandelions

I love cherry blossoms in the wind

I love the sun warming my face

And most of all

I love you, like the lyrics in a poem you are beautiful and like the world we live in you are quiet but full of love.

I love the world, and all it has to offer.