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vizthedatum · 3 months

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bold-faced liars (2024)

Love, I would rather push you away.

Then to be heartbroken as you lie to me

and painfully watch you beg to stay.

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- Rose the artist formerly known as she her Pri

~ গোলাপ্রী

@ila.sudyumma

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vizthedatum · 5 months

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some thoughts about love (2023)

some thoughts about love!

that it’s not a lack

it’s not about you

doing this or that.

it’s about… hello <3

I uh did a thing

“I liked that a lot”

and hearing hearts sing.

a team meeting

to do some life things.

people being

free to fly with wings.

respect, empathy

tell me how you feel?

boundaries, not walls

growing while we heal.

consideration,

accepting changes.

compassion abounds

for life’s hard stages.

willingness to trust,

knowing it could hurt.

working in tandem,

repairing the hearth.

it’s easy to love!

you can leave or stay.

I am whole enough

to love either way.

- Rose the artist formerly known as she her Pri

~ গোলাপ্রী

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vizthedatum · 5 months

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consideration is love (2023)

I know society thinks it uncouth

but please tell me the truth.

Hold me and tell me when I look tired,

not myself, and haggard.

Tell me you’re concerned, so I know you care,

so I know you’re aware.

Please do not just watch me wither away

and accept my decay.

Haven’t I told you in so many ways?

Tell me the magic phrase.

I know you sometimes accept boundaries.

What about injuries?

I cannot teach you to have empathy

or give you clarity.

Your lackluster action is dismissive

and sadly destructive.

Keeping the peace is invalidating.

Is repair not a thing?

This is superficially unresolved.

Are you so self-involved?

I want reasons and collaboration.

Rise to the occasion?

Instead, I watch as you choose to stagnate,

defend, and dissociate.

You are entitled to your way of life

but I want care, not strife.

Goodbye to all whose care was not enough.

I know I deserve love.

- Rose the artist formerly known as she her Pri

~ গোলাপ্রী

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vizthedatum · 9 months

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limerence or love? (2023)

limerence or love? don't act like you're above.

i sure am not. so i often get caught.

this particular conundrum is so hard to run from when all you have done is beg to be won.

so let me tell you the difference! use my mistakes as your reference.

are y'all entities in orbit or are you acting absorbent?

are you molding or fixing in hopes of connecting? did you put them on a pedestal? convert red flags into something credible? or maybe you're avoiding all the ways your life isn't providing. love is alignment not an assignment.

it's not a yearning addiction. your body will know the contradiction. they can't give you what you want! and love doesn't haunt. it's okay to be afraid, just know that self-love is homemade. recreate your foundation. because love is not a ration.

they're not the answer. but you are. you are your greatest romancer.

#healing #trauma #love #neurodivergence #queer #heartbreak #self love #prose #limerence #poet #poetry #poem #love poems #poems #poems and poetry #golapri #rose #rosetheartistformerlyknownassheherpri

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vizthedatum · 3 months

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softness is a strength (2024)

I finally love how soft I am.

I used to resent it.

My voice's flim-flam.

My dysphoria wanted to quit it.

The weight of my body rolls, going, "Wham!"

I wanted to hide it.

The meters I swam.

What if luck had a lot to do with it?

The way I wanted to go on the lam.

Without a change, I'd always come back to it.

No, look in the mirror, fam!

Yes - me, you, can we get with it?

Surrender to your inner jam.

I'm begging you - we're dying without it.

Grab yourself and go, "Damn."

You know you're worth it.

Release your throat and open your clam.

Go forth and speak it.

I love how soft I am.

Let me fill your world with it.

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- Rose the artist formerly known as she her Pri

~ গোলাপ্রী

@ila.sudyumma

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vizthedatum · 3 months

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I'm somewhat of a magician (2024)

I know my love was unfortunate

when I saw that you dared

to make your hatred proportionate

instead of letting yourself be spared.

What can I say?

I'm deeply flattered

that you made the play

to make me scattered.

A part of me wants to say:

Fuck with me harder

so that I can make you pay

by letting your time squander.

"As above, so below."

I'm selfish while I pray.

Your smite will lead me to my glow,

learning my lessons as you pave the way.

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- Rose the artist formerly known as she her Pri

~ গোলাপ্রী

@ila.sudyumma

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vizthedatum · 5 months

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I am so proud of her (2023)

Sometimes, I want to worship her,

even though she’s my replica.

I’d hold her in so much honor,

Pri: the Radha to my Krishna.

I know she would be bewildered

when I tell her, You’re not a fool.

You are beautiful and honored.

I imagine she’d simply drool.

She wouldn’t have listened at all.

Her eyes unsure, mouth gaped in awe.

I’d see her shift, try to play small,

cower as if she were a flaw.

I’d tell her it was true and real.

I’d hug her to let her know.

After all, she wanted to heal,

while trying to be a shadow.

I know you settled for your lot.

Her tired eyes would start to tear.

But you’re the one who took a shot!

You’re the one who would even dare.

“Okay, you’re hot now, but what’s next?”

She’d question knowing me too well.

“Are you leaving people perplexed?”

Yes, only those we should repel.

I’d see her eyes dart in thought,

her chest heave with anxiety,

her fawn in pitiful distraught,

as she gripped me with urgency.

“Please don’t try so hard anymore.”

“I’m sorry for masking so hard.”

“Don’t you ever think you’re a chore!”

“Are you… visiting to discard?”

No, I’m here to celebrate you.

I’m so proud of you all the time.

You bravely left what you outgrew.

I’m here to ask you to be mine.

I love you, and you’re a goddess.

Precious, lovely, and so profound.

Your light and shadow are wondrous.

You will forever be renowned.

I imagine she’d smile so wide.

Her eyes would twinkle just like mine.

“I fought for you to be my pride.”

I’d hear as I exit her shrine.

- Rose the artist formerly known as she her Pri

~ গোলাপ্রী

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vizthedatum · 9 months

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Transmute the pain

Feel your suffering

Grief is gain

Rage with all your being

Intuition isn’t a shame

Being crazy is king

True wisdom will rain

Soon you’ll be winning

Again, again, and again

#healing #trauma #poetry #prose #golapri #rosetheartistformerlyknownassheherpri

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vizthedatum · 7 months

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Codependent no more (2023)

I did what I could, and I’m sorry that wasn’t enough.

I don’t need to prove all that I am made of.

You’re hurting, and I love you; I always will.

I have a right to be angry and to choose myself even still.

Wasn’t it so beautiful when our realities fused?

Happy to be entwined, I didn’t notice when we both felt used.

I would have pled and done anything to make it better.

While you lashed out or withheld out of uncontrollable anger.

Justifying my limitations, boundaries, and intentions, even if I shout,

Will do very little to appease the monstrosity of your doubt.

Enabling is as toxic as tearing someone down.

It’s something I’ve learned when learning how not to fawn.

It is up to us, a pair frozen in time,

To repair misalignments when we cannot rhyme.

Is it so idealistic to wish for a better ecosystem?

To grow alongside our hurt - our love - and our egoism?

Leaving is loving when one of us can’t repair.

By that, I mean, our capacity and willingness to share and not compare.

So, all I can wish for is for us to find peace.

Separate or together, I will never again let myself decease.

- Rose the artist formerly known as she her Pri

~ গোলাপ্রী

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vizthedatum · 8 months

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Thoughts on names OR Pri was verbose, and so is Rose (2023)

I loved who Pri wanted to be.

I really loved that bub!

Pri decided to be me.

Let me be Pri when I grow up?

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I loved how spiteful I became,

when my friends told me in the 3rd grade

that Pri could not be my nickname.

A girl a year ahead of us already had Pri claimed.

I became Tika instead.

I laughed in grudging acceptance.

It didn’t sound right in my head.

I went along with it with reluctance.

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When Pri was little,

She dreamed of being a mathematician and an esoteric writer!

Pri was also very superficial.

She wanted to wear pretty dresses with sweatpants underneath instead of a petticoat liner.

Math and words were not really my joys.

It was just what I was good at.

Mostly I wanted to kiss girls and wrestle boys.

I always loved how Pri dared herself to do that.

Wait, hold on,

Maybe wrestle girls and have boys worship her?

Why did it all feel like a con?

Why did being a “she/her Pri” feel like a slur?

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Pri was super weird.

She called herself “intense” and “chaotic.”

Wanting to be the girl that she appeared,

A cis-woman with a touch of the homoerotic.

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“I’m Pri,” I insisted when I started college.

“Oh, I get that my name is hard to say - call me Pri.”

People did not question this knowledge.

Besides, it was nice to feel a little free.

I longed for people to learn my whole name.

Don’t you respect me enough to learn??

Most people’s efforts were highly lame.

Causing me to be in endless yearn.

It wasn’t enough to be just Pritika,

It felt foreign as if I were playing out a fantasy.

Feeling worse than my former sciatica.

Being Pritika was just a convenient chastity.

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Pri would make jokes, you know.

Laugh when she/they wanted to die.

Kept pushing through to continue the show.

Becoming prime fodder for narcissistic supply.

I think Pri could have fallen in love with anyone.

Better than loving myself, I thought.

Who cares if she/they was a horrible daughter and not a son?

I was really good at being a respectable thot.

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I cried whenever I felt something so strongly.

Like at lavender graduations or when I suddenly announced I was non-binary.

I wanted to be a creepy old man (jokingly).

Or maybe be monogamishly gay with Bill Nye, despite society.

And even though I loved how babies would yell my chosen nickname,

And how lovers who didn’t know me would whisper “Pri” in my ear,

I wished someone would have interrogated my game,

And ask me, “Well, what do you want to hear?”

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It’s not part of my culture or even that “masc”

I resisted in my head.

Was it me or was it just Pri’s whimsical mask?

Maybe it was better left unsaid.

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“What's in a name? That which we call a rose,

By any other word would smell as sweet.”

I am lovable and me; a Rose writing their prose.

Of course, I have every right to label my meat.

My name deserves a thousand and eight poems.

And even that would not be enough.

I chose it, and my name is the least of my problems.

Being a feminine man who isn’t a woman/man is far more rough.

Wild roses can often be hosts for disease and pests,

So, they must be protected with treatment and care.

Separately, I can be Rose with or without breasts,

A topic with which I have much despair.

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I guess my mind is currently a happy scramble, with so many threads of thought,

I am so many things, and being called “Rose” barely scratches the surface.

There is no need to justify my name to anyone or any lot.

I finally have a name now, and it fulfills its purpose. :)

- Rose the artist formerly known as she her Pri

~ গোলাপ্রী

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vizthedatum · 8 months

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abuse in exchange for a crisis (2023)

“You’re always in a crisis!”

And it’s true; I am.

My crisis is like a virus.

Spreading like it doesn’t give a damn.

Or is it more like arthritis?

A pain overflowing regardless of a dam.

Does its presence cause a bias?

I ask, I plead, I cry, like a broken lamb.

Is my crisis a dispensation for your abusive license?

I clarify as your words echo in my head like a battering ram.

I so wished for your love to be pious.

I honestly thought we were a fam.

I mistook your concern for niceness.

When it was nothing more than a scam.

- Rose the artist formerly known as she her Pri

~ গোলাপ্রী

#art #poetry #poem #prose #rose #rosetheartistformerlyknownassheherpri #golapri #queer #healing #trauma #love #neurodivergence #crisis #abuse #heartbreak

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vizthedatum · 10 months

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roseboyrose (a series, 2023)

Credit to “effeminancyboy” on Tumblr who made this roseboy pride flag free to use. :)

I redrew this flag to make the colors wavy to represent my fluidity, evolution, and flow!!!

Happy International Non-Binary People's Day! (July 14)

I’m Rose, and I’m totally a roseboy. I identify a lot as a sapphic femboi - very gender fluid and feminine but with a lot of ties to being a boy!

In these series of pictures, I’m wearing a non-binary heart crop top with a flowy duo-tone mini-skirt - my hair is flowing out behind me because I’m magical - and both my vulva and my intromittent apparatus are roses!

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Explanation from creator of the flag (and I totally vibe with it *tears up*):

“Roseboy: a soft, overly feminine boy who typically dresses in soft, flowy skirts and dresses and things of the like. Roseboys can be cis, transmasc, transfem or nonbinary, as long as theres a connection to being a boy. They can also be gay, straight, bi or any other sexuality.

Hot pink: Femininity, and how we preform it for ourselves.

Peach: Love, for ourselves and for our community.

Light pink: Softness, and how our gnc/femininity isn’t for anyone to fetishize or sexualize.

Light green: Acceptance, and how it’s not a bad thing to be a feminine boy!

Dark green: Ties to be a boy, whether we’re 100% boy or 1% boy!”

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(Let me know if you want any of the prints without the Bengali signature)

- Rose the artist formerly known as she her Pri

~ গোলাপ্রী

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vizthedatum · 10 months

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worth

Worth is immutable

A part of creation

It means that you’re valuable

No need for explanation

I think we are all a miracle

Regardless of reputation

Innately desirable

If we can let go of the placation

Go ahead and heckle

It’ll still be there after any ruination

Call me sentimental

Your worth persists with every iteration

- Rose the artist formerly known as she her Pri ~ গোলাপ্রী

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vizthedatum · 10 months

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sharp memories

I must have also left a fragment inside of you

Can you feel it like I do?

You are all stuck inside of me

Never releasing me from your facsimile

Pieces of you tear through my flesh

The pain makes it stay fresh

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Sometimes when my life is in uncontrollable disarray

It frustratingly progresses even when glass shatters as a segue

I neglect to pick up the tiniest shards of broken glass on the floor

And I step into one and it all enters me raw

They never believe me in the ER when I tell them

“It’s there!” I point, ignoring the ableism

I guide them to pick it out - the minuscule particle

Finally, its visibility makes me credible

Oh, that? That little thing?

As if its size would reduce the sharpness of its sting

My blood trickles out in confirmation

Well it’s out, and they stitch me up finishing the operation

— ~~~ —

I wish it ended there

That you’d just disappear

And… I’d be stitched up brand new

Gluing up my wound and seamlessly moving through

Instead, the pain makes me confront my truth

I’ve learned that forgetting does nothing to soothe

I’ll get stronger with time, you’ll see

Feeling you still, even when I recover my glee

- Rose the artist formerly known as she her Pri ~ গোলাপ্রী

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vizthedatum · 10 months

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How many kisses would it take? An earnest plea. Feed me silphium, and make love to me.

Something better than hing?

I would not have thought of it lest for the use of asafoetida in everything.

Did it have to smell so bad but make everything taste so good?

I guess that is how it is with food.

But what’s this? Something else that could be better?

Ancient and possibly extinct, but somehow cooler.

Silphion, silphium, laserwort - its mericarps that gave rise to the expression of love.

After all, contraception is something that man cannot be sick of.

Did it disappear due to human greed?

Or was it deemed too dangerous when control and power lie in the breed?

Or perhaps it was the incompetence of harvesting

Or early climate change that led to its ultimate cutting.

But please, someone worthy take me to Turkey forthwith

And acquire some Ferula drudeana fairly and justly with grit.

How many kisses would it take? An earnest plea.

Feed me food with silphium, and make love to me.

- Rose the artist formerly known as she her Pri

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vizthedatum · 4 months

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Break into Rawness (2024)

The rawness of all my loss and the what-could-have-been makes me sob with such force that I wish "Never again!!" I know it's getting easier, but facing rawness breaks you. Your life just keeps getting busier while all the trauma wants to burst through.

The breaking isn't the worst part, even though you must let it happen. It's seeing the pieces of your heart and allowing yourself to treat yourself with compassion.

You can glue the pieces together however you'd like, but you'll wonder, “What other grief will I have to weather?” “When will the next time strike?”

The answer lies within the strength of the glue you use as frustrating as that might sound at the moment. The more adhesive you produce, then maybe the next time might not be so potent.

I'll tell you a secret that's even more frustrating to hear: It's always going to be hard. Unfortunately, grief is everywhere. But look at how you've treated your heart with such regard... Don't you think you'll be able to do that again? -Rose the artist formerly known as she her Pri

~ গোলাপ্রী

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