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letters to basil Mar 2023
dear basil,

i know long distance is the bane of your existence
and you feel like the only person that understands you is
more than 1000 miles away
(maybe that's true)

i also know that you are cursing yourself at 3am
for wanting to be held
thinking that means you are toxic and codependent
but it's OKAY to want love
(i promise)

it's okay to cry yourself to sleep sometimes
because loving across distance is hard and painful
as long as you pick yourself back up in the morning
do your skincare routine, feel beautiful
sing to yourself, be whimsical
smile at strangers, wear your heart on your sleeve
(your heart is not broken, just tired)

but you can do it
live in text messages and phone calls
write letters, send care packages
until you can kiss his soft lips goodnight
every. single. night.
(it will be worth it)

(i promise),
basil
RAHHH i'm so in love it hurtsss.

anyways it's been a whileee. i hope you have been keeping hydrated all this time, my loves. remember to care about yourself :)
i care about you!!

03.13.2022
basil Nov 2022
not being able to call you

when i get off work
when my favorite character dies (again)
when i buy myself lunch for one
when i can't sleep

it's devastating, it makes me rot
11.25.2022
erin Oct 2018
he strongly gripped the nape of the boy's neck
and in his lips, he found nirvana.
a paradise filled with raindrops and waterfalls he could bathe under for eternity
and pixies dancing in the trees
but the fairies stared at him and their smiles turned to frowns
their eyebrows creased and their hands reached for him
claws extended
and they hissed '******' into his face
so he pulled away and said
"I'm sorry-
it just wasn't for me."
featuring a boy in denial
Bobby Dodds Oct 2018
molly's hair, **** hair.
show's the bi-polar,
but not the bear.
molly's hair, **** hair.
bi-polar hair don't care.
Bharti Singh Apr 2018
Our planet is like
A spec of dirt in the space
Our ego bigger than the space
In the human race

We call ourselves
**** sapiens, the wisest race
Still we fight bitter than animals
Dismissing the nature's grace

Of being unique.
Poppy Mar 2018
I am straight just as you say
Homosexuality? Ha, not today
I'm attracted to men, I swear I am
I'll prove it to you if you give me a chance
Men are soft and warm and squishy
My heart beats fast when I think of kissing
Men, with sparkling eyes and curvy flesh
I don't think about what I'm going to say next
And when her hand does drift near mine
My whole world seems to stop in time
She's the honey and butter, I'm the crumbs and the plate
She's a hydrogen bomb and my mouth is agape
A tsunami and a twister, I'm debris left behind
She's a cyclone of inferno and I'll look till I'm blind
In her right she's a queen, I'm a peasant that knelt
A sphere of velvet and steel while I'm the asteroid belt
If she's the artist and the paint, I'm the brush and the canvas
She's the one that I want, but I couldn't have planned this
I'm the body and blood, she's the gun and bullets
And I'm falling too far into somewhere I shouldn't

I'll admit I'm a coward because in public I'm straight
If I fall out of the closet, I don't know what will await
Will I receive open arms or will it take a turn for the worse
Another story with the ending " young corpse in a hearse "
But I can't help but wonder, if she's the stars I'm the sky
Then she must be the fruit and I must be the fly
Our talks leave me warm like the smile on her lips
I feel most at home with my hands on her hips
If she's a rose among weeds, then I must be the thorns
She's a bull caged in limbo, I'm her dust covered horns
I think I'm trapped in my ink, but I live in this fear
In fate's hands I will shatter and never see her draw near
Lacerated fists I will raise, on concrete feet I will stay
Like the sun, I will rise and reign in the new day
They can try to devour me with their hatred laced bullets
But you can't move a mountain whether you push it or pull it
If she's the shield and the armor, I'm the scream and the sword
She's an implosion of the cosmos, I'm the written record
First of all, let me note that this, unfortunately enough, isn't my own work. It's a good friend's of mine who is just amazing. With her permission of course, I decided to put it out there. She is far more experienced than I, but has never shared her work, so I think this is the start of something beautiful, perhaps her own account. Baby steps for now though.
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
I'm overcome by lust
A sophistication of the soul
Mind bent in two

Where I try
He betrays
Leaving kisses of sin

The Garden of Eden is open
Left alone without regard
Not a regret echoed in time

When will he come?
My knight of splendor
Germanic and full of crystallized juice

Reality makes him a Spaniard
To whom my life is bequeathed
Under the sun for all to see

My dream of an Arminius is unrealized
Traded for an exotic intoxication
Ready is the introduction of grieve

But still, I love
The lips
Constant touch of angelic purity

Forgiveness is the actor's end
Truce to end entry into the heart
Producing gratification of natural optimism
(dribbled the following cheesy tidbit when mice elf
i.e. Stuart Little and thy spouse Minnie Mouse dwelt
at a previous residence).
-----------------------------------------------------­-------
Against credo, ethos,
   and genuine holistic integrity
   to respond to such an event
as Minnie's or Mickey's, no matter

   a reluctance arises to don role as "killer"
tis with only the means and ways
   to avoid health crisis that i fervent
   lee exterminate existence of other species...

so please no unsolicited mouse a lean nee barbs
   against this august gent
tis a marvel to evince the behaviour
   of rapaciousness, when nary a hint

extant within me -
   except, at a cross roads arises
   when vermin take residence
   asper an unpaid inhabitant,

this one mortal mwm loathes
   to distribute deathly lethal instrument
distribution of d-com
   doth not make me feel jubilant,

   this chap doth newt
   deny pestilential buggars
   ought tub beep hoy sinned,
   and charged with heinous crime such
   as ****** committed by a litigant

   slapped unfairly
   suffer being poisoned
   imposing forfeiture reprisal
   tomb the tinker-bell tolls
visa vis a role in the realm

   within flora and fauna not meant
   for humans decreeing
   vermin lack purposelessness,
   and must be exterminated
   to own rights qua life,
   liberty and the pursuit of
   quietly when staking out an alcove,

   cupboard, or mauve wainscoting
   reproduction of species would nonchalant
take place if left to their biological devices
   this millennial saga

   of mice and men perhaps noah occident
and no matter what
   means one approaches pursuant
to rid the house of mice,

   these creatures reboot toxic tolerance
   to incorporate schemes
   quite innovative within floorboards,
   deep chambers viz zit ting
   expansive domestic quadrant

this Brie zee, cream cheesy,
though temporarily dislodged per demise,
   the recurrent adaptation reverberant
and stupefy supreme survival skill re:
   by a modus operandi

   with adaptive qualities salient
ta dum me little nimble,
   opal and quizzical rodents
   lacking redolence tubby mammals,

   though their existence
   and devil's blue diet tribe curd dish rant
might be diametrically opposed
   to American ethics committee, who slant
the bald (also balled),

   bold, and brazen cordon bleu appearance
   analogous to a vagrant,
   unrepentant truant
sans more than one
   little furry Munster of scurrying critters
   spur this heir force deputy
   issues a poisoned search warrant.
Timothy Ward Oct 2016
anger unabated
as sinful "humanity"
sows
karmic seeds
of self destruction
the future
visceral
in the present
Man - a glorified chimp on steroids after 200,000 years of evolution is none the wiser than his simian cousin on the plains of Africa. Yes we can build rockets with the 1% genetic delta but we can also blow up all life on earth.
Timothy Ward Oct 2016
"I"
My mind
The creator
Of unachievable
Adonistic beliefs
Goes hammer and tongs
As an angry blacksmith
Fragmenting further
What was once
Beautiful
Innocent
Whole
Humility is such a rare element. The campus and surfer communities are so full of chest pounding ego pumping Neanderthals I often wonder if they ever started innocent too?!! Of course they did!
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