Ladybugwrites - Hello Poetry

Compensated in words paid in adoration caged by inspiration bound by chains of release To be a muse is a full-time job to be a poet is a curse. Whisper the secret show me how to remain kissing the corners of your mouth To be a muse is the labor of the gods to stay a poet is a drought. You think to breathe you breathe to write you write to make some sense you hope that it will please her When your demise is an appetite the cure is to hunger.

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1d ago

Jun 2, 2026 at 10:23 PM UTC

Ladybugwrites

She Starves Me

Compensated in words paid in adoration caged by inspiration bound by chains of release To be a muse is a full-time job to be a poet is a curse. Whisper the secret show me how to remain kissing the corners of your mouth To be a muse is the labor of the gods to stay a poet is a drought. You think to breathe you breathe to write you write to make some sense you hope that it will please her When your demise is an appetite the cure is to hunger.

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I have a degree in rug-pulling For years and years, people come into my home and ask me how to properly pull a rug how to make it drag smoothly across the hardwood floor that no fibres get caught in the cracks. My floor has nails It has snags And she has splinters depending on the fabric and the force at which it is pulled determines whether or not it will tear Most people tear their rug to shreds their first time I often hold my breath trying not to It feels like a job I never get paid for When it’s over, the house feels empty Empty houses are lonely; you don’t always need a rug Slide on the floor in your socks instead like a figure skater that hasn’t adapted to the cold. I have never decorated a room by myself I just don’t have the eye for it.

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Apr 15

Apr 15, 2026 at 1:48 PM UTC

Ladybugwrites

Interior Designer

I have a degree in rug-pulling For years and years, people come into my home and ask me how to properly pull a rug how to make it drag smoothly across the hardwood floor that no fibres get caught in the cracks. My floor has nails It has snags And she has splinters depending on the fabric and the force at which it is pulled determines whether or not it will tear Most people tear their rug to shreds their first time I often hold my breath trying not to It feels like a job I never get paid for When it’s over, the house feels empty Empty houses are lonely; you don’t always need a rug Slide on the floor in your socks instead like a figure skater that hasn’t adapted to the cold. I have never decorated a room by myself I just don’t have the eye for it.

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I've grown to despise sounds of television from another room stories somewhere I cannot hear unless I sit on the stairsteps past my bedtime… I sit in the dark and imagine you called I ate an entire plateful just to sit in the dark grasping for a word Acquiescence for my father interest for my mom talking to my brother praying to no god I have worked my hands too hard I have rotted from my core I have been starving inside-out I wish I loved myself enough to care I wish you’d love me enough you didn’t.

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Feb 15

Feb 15, 2026 at 9:16 PM UTC

Ladybugwrites

Youngest

I've grown to despise sounds of television from another room stories somewhere I cannot hear unless I sit on the stairsteps past my bedtime… I sit in the dark and imagine you called I ate an entire plateful just to sit in the dark grasping for a word Acquiescence for my father interest for my mom talking to my brother praying to no god I have worked my hands too hard I have rotted from my core I have been starving inside-out I wish I loved myself enough to care I wish you’d love me enough you didn’t.

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Si je pourrait Je te regarderais jusqu’à mes yeux ont usé Cela compenserait pour les temps j’ai passé vivre ma vie avec mon dos tourné Si je pourrait Je t’embrasserais jusqu’à mes poumons lâchent Cela compenserait pour l’air j’ai gaspillé Pleurer pour une autre femme

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Jan 23

Jan 23, 2026 at 9:39 AM UTC

Ladybugwrites

If I Could

Si je pourrait Je te regarderais jusqu’à mes yeux ont usé Cela compenserait pour les temps j’ai passé vivre ma vie avec mon dos tourné Si je pourrait Je t’embrasserais jusqu’à mes poumons lâchent Cela compenserait pour l’air j’ai gaspillé Pleurer pour une autre femme

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The day of the wedding I sold my soul to purity. Mannequins in a store window adorned in their conformity. The death of spring before it began The birth of February, and many a kiss. Glittering, flittering memories I missed. What started as whispers took off in flight Over my head– out of my sight Buried deep in my soul. I give my sorrows to return to that place. Black wings, a funeral.

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Jan 16

Jan 16, 2026 at 11:10 PM UTC

Ladybugwrites

Two for Mirth

The day of the wedding I sold my soul to purity. Mannequins in a store window adorned in their conformity. The death of spring before it began The birth of February, and many a kiss. Glittering, flittering memories I missed. What started as whispers took off in flight Over my head– out of my sight Buried deep in my soul. I give my sorrows to return to that place. Black wings, a funeral.

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