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antepaths · 17 days

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[how long until you leave me here, telling yourself it is a favour? how long until my bones lay bare, scorched, powdered on the pavement?] - d.lg

poetry ig here

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words-and-coffee · 2 years

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It is too much for me to hold inside. I am cracking from the pressure. Soon I will shatter and everything will scatter like ashes. Soon I will be a broken thing.

Jackson Nieuwland, I Am A Human Being: I am a egg

#Jackson Nieuwland #I Am A Human Being #quotes #quote #poetry #poetry excerpt #nz poets #NZ writers #kiwi #kiwi poets #kiwi writers #new zealand writers #new zealand poets

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blackbird-brewster · 1 year

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The Ex-Girlfriends Are Back From the Wilderness

[My favourite poem by Hera Lindsay Bird, NZ Queer Poet]

The ex-girlfriends are back… emerging once again from the tree shadows… into the primordial burlesque of autumn with their low-cut… reminiscences… and soft, double ironies… trembling once again into their opulent… seasonal migration patterns a corsage of wilting apologies tethered to the bust…

The ex-girlfriends are back…with their hand-beaded inconsistencies… & various unhappy motives… dragging their heart like a wet cape through leaves… and they go on hurting…like the lit windows of a dollhouse in winter… with a too big horse outside…

The ex-girlfriends are back but in a romantically ambiguous way…

The ex-girlfriends are back and have transcended the patriarchal limitations of romance… unlike the new girlfriends… still handcuffed to monogamy… slowly writhing… with their naughty…post heterosexual fatalism

The ex-girlfriends are back with their unfounded soviet aspirations… and anti hegemonic arts initiatives… draped over a piano on the edge of the thicket playing the lonely upper hand of chopsticks… in their vague tropical displeasure…

The ex-girlfriends are back… and the post-girlfriends… and the ‘lets not put a label on this’ girlfriends… all of them at the same time, walking out through a beaded curtain of water… like too much Persephone and not enough underworld… wearing nothing but an arts degree… and the soft blowtorch of their eyes….

You can feel their judgments come down upon you like too heavy butterflies… but there’s nothing you can do about it! and worst of all they don’t even want anything… they’re just standing there…performing many enigmatic life blinks re-mentioning Deleuze and Guattari in loneliness and natural lighting

The ex-girlfriends are back with their sanity pangs and various life fatigues… like a stuffed crocodile exhibit still begging for death relevance in the glass case of your heart But you are the museum director now! walking talent on a stiff gold leash & there’s nothing anyone can do about it!

The ex-girlfriends are back like the liquidation sale of an imported rug megastore that’s been liquidating for centuries… getting rich off all that…tasseled goodbye money as they grind your face yet again into the hand knotted… semi Persian wool blend… of their hearts begging once more for closure…

The ex-girlfriends are back with their pre-distressed sadnesses and their…talent unlike yourself who is both undistressed and talent-free! yet somehow still above them all like the grand arbiter of happiness laughing in your ermine neck ruff as you push them one by one down the waxed farewell chute of their bad erotic failures

#hera lindsay bird #poetry #nz poets #fave poem #queer poetry #was just reminded of this poem and it hits like a ton of bricks each and every time #so I thought y'all would enjoy it

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honeyknome · 3 months

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Instagram: @lilbambs_

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cathyella · 9 days

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un-fantasma-real · 6 months

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Querida, puedes fracasar sin ser un fracaso. Puedes cometer errores sin serlo. Se presentarán más oportunidades. Encontrarás esperanza nuevamente.

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themollymuscle · 5 months

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let's whittle away the hours of night together

#poets on tumblr #adult entertainment #cigarette #red wine #nsft #onlyf@nz #muscle mommy #artistic nude #artistic nudity #girls with piercings #red hair #nudephotography #adult model #suspenders

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shecouldfade · 1 year

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Heavy days, I process infinitely inside.

I absorb and absorb in silence until I feel nauseous.

I cried, I always want to cry.

it's enough an inflection of injustice, it's enough a compassionate self-awareness to set me off. I cry for everything that hinders me. I cry for the wickedness and for my obsessions. I can see them clearly, but I still don't know how to deal with them as I should.

I always feel too sensitive, so out of place.

I cry because it's good to do it, because no one teaches you that sometimes it's right to do it.

I've always hated those who say "come on don't cry", no instead no, you have to cry, goddamn.

I miss some things that didn't happen. A contact with something. I miss myself. And maybe as a good nihilist, defeatist, I will say that I won't be able to be me anymore, now.

Maybe I should stop ranting and get knocked up by a guy with an ugly tribal on his forearm. Resign myself to being protected by this toxic blanket of traditional family. I should throw away the years most full of awareness and desire to do in my life.

I've no hopes for the future, I don't have a concrete goal.

I just want to be quiet with my cat.

I feel like I'm going down and I'm pissed off because of my fear. Because of my indulgence.

All in search of the comfort zone, when the comfort zone is the death of life. And how long did it take me to make it so? Was it really my choice? How much time do we waste pretending we're okay?

Life is not what you have, but what you experience leaving it behind.

But by now we have burned the stages and the possibility of a future.

And now we fumble with the copy of the copy of the relational regression.

Now I've understood many things, but now it's late, I'm more and more tired and every day I enjoy it less.

And I feel time passing while I do the usual things cyclically and I don't feel like it anymore.

I envy you so much.

I just want to become invisible.

#me #black and white #darknees #onlyf@nz #just reflecting #depressing shit #self reflecting #mirror #writers on tumblr #female writers #writers and poets #writers corner

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qu33nvelvet · 3 months

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I forgot Tumblr was a thinggg

Grinding full time now on content, music, song and poem writing.

I love mixing my art with my writing and modeling ♥️

I used multiple apps, edited photos multiple times to make the final edit ✨ Never know until you try 😘

#art #digitial art #adult model #goth model #artisticexpression #writers and poets #photo edit #of model #experimental #sexy content #onlyf@nz

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words-and-coffee · 2 years

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I am a frozen moment moving forward in time

Jackson Nieuwland, I Am A Human Being: I am a ghost

#Jackson Nieuwland #I Am A Human Being #poetry #poetry excerpt #quote #quotes #depression tw #trauma tw #mental illness tw #nz #kiwi #New Zealand #NZ writers #new zealand writers #nz poets #new zealand poets

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apriladdams · 1 year

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I feel like a cute princess

#cute #poet #onlyf@nz #sexworkers #LOL #fashion #art #photography #SXCreators #tattoed girls #tatoo body #tatoomodel #bd/sm dom #financial dominance #sexy tattoed women

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questionablequalia · 6 months

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Persephone Sleeps

I follow you to the rose garden / the camellias have dripped free their leaves

You cup your ear to the soil / listening for the murmurs of underworld tributaries

Persephone sleeps / you pick the pomegranate from your teeth

I wish you would smile at me / all teeth / parted lips / whisper / for me

I watch you lay in the grass / I watch so closely I can see it grow around you

Swim your arms out / stretch / a mewing of syllables / release

I can’t tell you from the ends of my arms / the breath of your lungs is mine / is ours

I can’t hear my own thoughts for yours / I can’t speak without repose to you

How strange to feel us move backwards through time / as if all memory were sensation and all sensation were memory / and what not but a dissolving

How lonely in the spaces between light that no light touch upon / to not see the pollen for the trees

How simple to laugh at insects flying over rivers / into the stream and out again

I watch my life as it pools in collections of moments / these minutes of turning heads

You point at the halo of petals surrounding the base of the tree / You point at me and I feel beautiful

Run screaming into my heart.

Joel Lester // Hymns, Proverbs, Poems, and Prophecy.

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dailyjournalsblog · 11 months

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I just need to stay alert, awake, and alive. I need to do all of those things because May came and went of the year that I have no idea of, It is almost June, I am getting more devastated by the second. Tragedy is my best friend and love, it's enemy. My life is strangulated by my desires and I wish I was dead everytime I breathe. But we are here, and unless I am nowhere else, I need to stay alert, awake, and alive.

#the will to live is the one that triumphs everything else #ay #nz #deep #dark #dark thoughts #poems #quotes #dark humor #aesthetics #poet #poem #writers

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poems-she-wrote · 2 years

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When will you realise, that we are dying on your waitlists…

- Dear, Nz Health System.

#p.s.w #poems she wrote tumblr #p.s.w spilled ink spilled words #love quotes #love #pain #hurt #spilled writing #poets on tumblr #waitlist #health #mentally fucked #mental health #mental #help #nz #nz health system

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sashapearl23 · 1 year

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Sex can be so liberating and healing... Did Prince really know a thing or two? Or was it Marvin Gaye? Ah.. I think I get it.

#loveyourself #love is beautiful #lovers #i sell content #artlovers #dancerslife #hot selfys #spoken word #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #writerscorner #women writers #onlyf@nz #aesthetic #much to contemplate #dancer

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un-fantasma-real · 7 months

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“Repite esto hasta que lo entiendas: no necesito gente que no me necesite a mí”.

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