prose poem prompt of day 1: Echoes of Weathered Hands

(a hand study by the very talented JC Leyendecker)

(original, written in my native tongue: Wenn ich jetzt die Hände erhebe, die Haut rau und durchweicht von Kalk und Seifenlauge, das Nagelbett wund gebissen, verschließen von nervösen Zähnen, fasernd sich auflehnend, die Handflächen entzündet, aggressiv gerötet und dann von gelblicher Scham an den richtigen Stellen bedeckt, dann würde ich die mageren Finger verknoten, falten, beten und fliehen.)

If I now raise my hands, the skin rough and soaked with lime and soap suds, the nail beds bitten sore, closed by nervous teeth, rebelling in fibers, the palms inflamed, aggressively reddened and then veiled in yellowish shame at the fingertips, then I would knot the meager fingers, fold them, pray and flee.

being bigender: a glitter text poem

gender, sexuality, butchness

Hello guys I’m new here❤️❤️😌💕

But I love extravagance, And wanting it has handed down The glitter and glamour of the sun As my inheritance.

Sappho, But I love extravagance

you fight for normalcy and I look to understand what is it for me to not be ostracized for these pieces that have come to define me I am my own person, unconditionally, but the cost is one no one likes to pay

Maybe this Year I'll be Able to do it

Waiting, Marya Hornbacher | Sleep Baby, Sleep | "Spring", Mary Oliver |

Paraesthesia (noun) par·es·the·sia ˌper-əs-ˈthē-zhə

A tingling sensation on a person's skin, typically caused by strong emotion

3am thoughts 20/?

study break :3

Humble Haikus.

He deserves applause,

Although not only because,

Of his sparkly drawers.

Although Humble is not particularly confident with his penmanship, with a little guidance from a more literate friend, he has been practicing his words. Beginning with the amazing Bram Dreamshade of @miqomischief. Who will be the next subject of his poetical practice? Wait and see...

I thought we had no chance and that's romance, let's dance...

Midnights Lyrics: vintage collection - Track 18/21

@taylorswift @taylornation

still wants to politely & properly warn you -- this is armaggedon

the witch doesn't burn in this one by amanda lovelace // history of man by maisie peters // helen of troy by evelyn de morgan // maisie via instagram // elena di troia by gaston bussière // the mermaid's voice returns in this one by amanda lovelace // coming of age by maisie peters // maisie via apple music // the witch doesn't burn in this one by amanda lovelace // there it goes by maisie peters // the mermaid's voice returns in this one by amanda lovelace // coming of age by maisie peters // the witch doesn't burn in this one by amanda lovelace // history of man by maisie peters // she must be mad by charly cox // not another rockstar by maisie peters // therapy by maisie petera

Slow mornings ..blazy Susan’s slow burning can’t keep the butterflies in my stomach from turning, mind filled with thoughts concerning which one of these going go with my boots 🤔 see I’m getting ready to see my new boo trying to figure out which one of my body oils will smell better blended with you…💭

As I grew I knew in little beats and patterns of tunes and waves of sound flew every which way to make a pathway in love and life in all lights and relativity and perspective this song is inter connected to make a rhythm in time to any beat of any song is a universal song infinitely still to end and begin only in love can you comprehend.