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juliet-1
juliet-1
13/F/usa my ribcage scrapes against my heart / body / soul / but isn’t supposed to / protect me?
we write because we are told we write because we are cold so why write poetry? is it to obey is it to simply misbehave is it due today is it more than what we say if not why do you write poetry? because I can & because I am we are made to feel we are made to speak some people are quiet and others are bleak words are expressive and alive but some words are best left to die
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Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 1:16 PM UTC
silent poet society
your prestige and glamour have grown too much so many people bow down to you but you can’t see your own feet. expect me unwelcome to your golden throne i’ll raise your prices flat iron my tongue to make you happy rhythmize my lips so they sway to the beat of my hips, to the music of love love love
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Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 7:04 PM UTC
numero seis
my ribcage scrapes against my heart body soul but isn’t supposed to protect me?
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Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 2:51 PM UTC
(untitled)
the job of the artist is to be luminous and dangerous *luminous to others by being dangerous to themselves when the words are ripped from the chest, atmosphere disbursed by the body’s projectile messes, starburst fireworks, luminous and dangerous, luminating the shared night, laminating your truths, in poems disguised* and so the job, our work, begins
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Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 7:54 PM UTC
the job of the artist /luminous and dangerous
and i’ll watch the world burn burn burn with the fire that you started in me i’ll stay and look past you because you’re blocking my view of heaven where i can see the butterflies and bees where they sip on waterfalls and drink champagne full of the stars you know you’re my sun my moon my stars this is my blood my sweat my tears from all these years of loving you you should be thankful but you didn’t choose me. i chose you
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Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC
&burn.
im about to break someone’s ******* NOSE.
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Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 12:23 PM UTC
Untitled
i am thirsty for all your blood, milk, and honey sweet and thirst quenching like a mosquito let me seep into your veins and take everything you have to offer thunder rolls above a sweet death kiss waits for you trust me, not clickbait
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Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC
thirsty (haiku)
Stars only reflect the inner most desires burning to escape.
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Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 10:12 AM UTC
Astrological Explosion Haiku