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galedekarios · 7 months
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"We wanted this to feel like Gale and their partner were really merging into one, new, perfectly harmonious being." inspired by [x]
atticus // rumi // frida kahlo // sikhumbuzo bongumenzi thabede // lu yun // hélène cixous // sylvia plath
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mnikhowozu · 1 year
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handfasting
i will meet you
in a cathedral of hands
at the pulpit of your thumb
meeting mine—
your gentle ring and pinkie
the choir
brushing the sweeping arches
of lined palms
i will marry you at the altar
of knit fingers
just you and me.
- f.a.
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pplanetes · 10 months
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the stars could not read the darkness it did not exist there was no problem none at all how blind they were for only in their deaths that darkness exists

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fixing-bad-posts · 3 months
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bears have very grown hairs nice.
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spirk-trek · 3 months
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Come Be With Me: A Collection of Poems by Leonard Nimoy, published 1978
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simmyfrobby · 6 months
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sun bleached flies, Ethel Cain
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genericpoetryblog · 2 years
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Shifter
it is easy to envy the shifter who runs with canid grace and flies on borrowed bones who hears metaphor in whalesong and drinks deep ultraviolet radiance
but what of the loss of such gifts with every shift?
we, landbound, tasting flight with our eyes forever cast skyward mourn every pang of loss upon waking from that dream of wing and loft and break
so how must the shifter feel?
with a thousand phantom limbs a hundred phantom senses mourning loss of seal language when in a form without ears doleful glare at sweet berries while a carnivoran tongue cannot taste its kiss hot tea left un-drunk in a garden where eyes no longer reach the full spectrum
a price must be made for each gift purchased and I know not whether I could stand the strain of a life in such elated grief
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spice-ghouls · 1 year
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For this piece, I cut out and collaged typography taken from pictures of anti-trans protest signs. Each letter was cut out manually, and then arranged and scanned in page by page to form a poem I wrote about transness & hope for the future.
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amiablesummer · 10 months
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from I had a dream the skull could talk (a poem by me)
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ash-elizabeth-art · 10 months
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I held the moon in my hands and she whispered to me, she said 'When the sun goes down, please speak to me; even in the stars, I'm lonely.'
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wordsbydominic · 7 months
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I fall in love with pages. I fall in love with details. I even fell in love with the way you stand. We become stuck in memories because sometimes that moment is intense enough to pause you.
words by dominic riccitello
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galedekarios · 4 months
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"if things were different, if we were home"
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ufopacks · 2 years
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literature / quotes headers 🗒️✉️
like/reblog if you save pls!
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fixing-bad-posts · 7 months
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[ID: A comment on Tumblr, edited blackout-poetry style. The commenter’s name has had a significant chunk taken out of it to read ‘fuck’. The comment reads, “Quite literally … a woman” /end ID]
me whenever i see a woman
Submitted by @finally-figured-it-out
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naofaun · 6 months
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i know everyone says this but there is something so homoerotic about vampires. like come on. sinking your fangs into someone's neck, a delicate and intimate part of their body. draining their life force steadily because you need it to survive. you need their life, their light, their beauty to survive. maybe if you're lucky, they'll survive the event. maybe they'll turn into a vampire too, so you can spend the rest of your years with them. i think the ultimate sign of love is being a vampire that shares your prey with another vampire.
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simmyfrobby · 10 months
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After Abel, Dante Émile // sportingnews // Cain, José Saramago (trans. Margaret Jull Costa) // Dave Sandford // Kin, Clan and Community in Proto-Indo-European Society, Birgit Anette Olsen // ESPN // Wikipedia // ESPN // Jeff Vinnick // Genesis, Valzhyna Mort // Puckprose // I Cast It Away, My Body, William Bearhart // Puckprose // Cain slaying Abel, Abraham Bloemaert (1590) // NHL // Clive Baker // Puckprose // NHL // Murder Ballad in the Land of Nod, Traci Brimhall // Freep // The Changes of Cain: Violence and the Lost Brother in Cain and Abel Literature, Ricardo J. Quinones // penticton western news // The Book of a Monastic Life, Rainer Maria Rilke (trans. Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy) // "A Brother Named Gethsemane", Natalie Diaz // NHL // NHL // Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan on 16 November 1581, Ilya Repin (1883-1885) NHL // Brothers, Dan Pagis (trans. Shirley Kaufman) // Fox News // NHL // NHL // Wikipedia // Fox News // NHL // Cain, José Saramago (trans. Margaret Jull Costa) // Allaboutthejersey // Allaboutthejersey // Jewish Literacy, Rabbi Joseph Telushkin
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