#fluid
~'From the Halls of Inspiration'~
****
This guy won't give me a break!
Every message,
Gives me pause,
When you are on hold, when you're my old,
Cripes, it ain't nice,
Got these new poems swirling, overlapping in a well rested head,
Partially born fetuses, puppy squeaking, demanding momma's milk,
Insistent, like puppies who refuse to cease from licking, nibbling your
Noses & Toes,
Along comes the greatest almost comical line I've ever reen
(read & seen)
And don't mind sharing with you folk,
A STELLAR INSIGHT,
Poems are dragged, kicking and screaming, slimy covered in
Amniotic fluid thick creamery.
BETTER WASH YOUR HANDS, YOUR BRAINS,
Lest them new poems keep on keepin' on
And somewhere a tinny voice screeches,
More Coffee Ma!
Jul 21, 2025
Jul 21, 2025 at 7:44 AM UTC
the morning
chores,
a chorus,
a litany,
a recital,
of old, worn
words
familiar
well worn
ungloved
fists of firsts
a deep drink
of 11.5 ounces
of a cold spring
water shocking
in~vigor~ates
rebalancing a
sleep induced
deficit
a gloried yawn,
an exhalation
of the overnight
staleness, an
expulsion of
stale residue
residuals,
leftovers
of a prior
life, dismissed,
yet clinging
to your body
in vain
desirous
to be
remained
part of
the landscape
of your
plain
as part of
your
grandfatherly
accumulations
but there’s
only so much
room
in your
container,
and all
your liquidities
must be replaced
that takes space
for the
fresh withholdings
so.
drink deep,
replace the
fluids unique
that operate
your systems
and all the
rest
will flow,
stream easy
Mar 19, 2025
Mar 19, 2025 at 8:19 AM UTC
I like my hairy legs,
They make me feel like a sunbleached cowboy.
They make me feel like a long, lean man with elegant lines and a strong forehead.
I like it when they’re blonde
And they just glisten on my skin.
Like a faux-protection or a cloak,
A delicate barrier between myself
And the world.
Or really I guess I just like the way it looks:
Textured
But smooth.
It looks wild but soft.
A landscape.
I think the hair compliments
The shape of me very well.
I’m always amazed how the hair grows everywhere,
Even on the back of my knees
There is hair
And I like my boyish pretty toes.
I guess I like the sort of genderless aspect to my legs.
From far away they shout
I AM A WOMAN!
But from near they could be anyone’s: hairy with little scars here and there, hairy toes with some dead skin in the toe nail creases. A sort of chunky pink toe there on the end.
A bit of dry callous on my heels. A strong, curved calf muscle. The hollows at my ankles, the delicate depression behind my ankle bones just before the rigid wrinkles of my Achilles tendon.
I like the bulging veins in the arch of my foot when I point my toes
How they press their purple faces against my see-thru skin
Squeezed by the muscles that bump against one another beneath the hard arched bones above
I like the little bubbles of fat that pad my heels, turning bright yellow when I stand on them
Never-smooth legs that even when freshly shaved still prickle
Like a cactus
“Don’t get too comfortable here” they say
These beautiful legs aren’t for rubbing and lounging though my calves love to be pressured
These legs are made for exploration
Jan 6, 2023
Jan 6, 2023 at 2:45 PM UTC
i am full of ideas and passion ,
just waiting to set the stage on fire.
i am the bud, just waiting to bloom into a beautiful flower.
i am the sun that shows up everyday,
all shiny and glittery.
i am that written piece , just waiting to turn into a beautiful poem.
i am colours that just needs to be poured on a canvas and turn into a bright fluid art.
i am that one push needed
i am not giving up on myself , never
i have wonders to make and dreams to wake.
-vanshita gogri
Mar 20, 2021
Mar 20, 2021 at 3:07 AM UTC
to finally touch a woman was no simple thing.
It was in some way, like
a newborn
crying out;
pleading/begging
for
the gory
familiarity of the womb;
yet, curious about
the doom
that awaits:
the heartache,
the toothache:
the sudden rush of blood that meets
the cheeks when a moment of
terror creeps up.
Touching her, in the sublet-
paying triple for my own space,
I faced her.
In the California King:
sheets made of nerves and
soft humming;
I opened my mouth,
my hair spilled about.
neighbors unaware of the
sudden quake of demolition.
My body in a construction
site, rebuilt, cemented,
and collected as an
entirely new property.
The room carrying me
Like a child, eyes opened
To what I had been missing.
Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 10:25 PM UTC
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
everything is living
everything is fluid
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ we can turn nickel
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀into iron
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ a sunday
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀into a monday
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀a kiss into a lie
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ listen,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
back behind the shot office
⠀⠀⠀⠀ where we waited
⠀⠀⠀⠀ in line for serum⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀dresses
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ flowed
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ across
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ the hills
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ and
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ unyielding nights
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ took in youth
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ and returned lovers
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ([angel.s] repented
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ for the sin of
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ purity AND [i] really do think it was understoo
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀d
⠀⠀⠀⠀),⠀⠀⠀bu/t now we contend•
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀to
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀muddy footprints on courtroom floors
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀an old man getting older pleading his
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀case
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
to the laws
of unyielding certainty
that rivet the universe
together
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 12:22 PM UTC
I have seen you tracing all the curves,
scratching down from A to Z.
Some versions of yours were blue,
stolen some from the sky's hue.
Those letters red in rage,
all the emotions that were being caged.
Black was the darkest of all,
revealing secrets that were never known.
The ones in aberrant green,
expressed the fervor on the page like a screen.
But then as I started to evince,
you ran dry without no hints.
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 10:44 AM UTC
I grew up with God in the wind,
and didn't fit in with Christian friends.
They told me stories and begged me to repent.
Though doubtful, my anxiety sparked at the thought of sin.
I was once on a playdate and the mother told me.
She disowned her best friend when she confessed she was a lesbian.
She told me she could only take her back if she came to her senses.
It made me feel sad and sick, with little sympathy for the protagonist.
I was once told by a good friend that no one is bisexual, of course they're just confused.
I knew who I was but I didn't say anything in rebuttal.
I just nodded my head and took the bruise.
Once after jokingly seeing my boyfriend and another male friend hold hands, my mother told me "how dare those ******* disrespect you like that."
It was a moment that shattered glass and left scars.
I managed an apology after too much effort.
My stepfather once told me that gender fluidity was a confused phase, and a fad for attention.
Walls were put up and notes were taken.
Doors remained closed and silence prevailed.
I am complicated.
I blend in to "normal"
I feel guilty at times and don't feel honest.
I undervalue, perhaps, the benefit of looping everyone in.
Or, perhaps, I'm just keeping the peace and heeding warning signals.
I can say for certain, it's not a fad nor phase.
I've always been who I am, I just had to grow up in order to phrase it.
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 12:10 AM UTC
have a look:
the [a-ha-ha-ha] platform is packed with
commuters
dressed in
occupational colors
the commuters are not used
to smile regularly by the end
of a long day
[a-ha-ha-ha-aaa]
therefore
have a closer look:
between the commuters you
see
loosely
some guys carrying
transparent [hr-ha-a] chunks filled with
*****
somebody asks
about the fluid
now people have a
reason to laugh
hr-ahem-hrr-ahem-hrrr-i-don't-ha-want-ha-ha-ha-that
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 7:54 PM UTC
Female now,
I feel it
I don't know how
Or if I fit
I put on a smile
Twist my hair
I change my style
And give off a different air
Now I'm male
A distinct feeling
No longer scared to fail
My confidence reeling
I laugh carelessly
Loud and bold
Everything so freely
A smile of gold
The gender slips away
And I am left agender
My feelings sway
My heart and soul so tender
I go about in a quiet way
The scenery I'm drinking
Throughout the day
Feeling and thinking
Both rush back
At the same time
It feels like an attack
Like a serious crime
I can't decide what to do
A wild aura erupts
I jeer and laugh right on cue
My sense of self corrupt
It's called genderfluid
I'm not confused
I decide to keep it hid
Because for it I'd be abused
My soul is not content
Living in one way
It needs more extent
And leave behind the cliche
May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 3:44 PM UTC
the mathematical statement in fluid mechanics that, for a fluid passing through a tube in a steady flow, the mass flowing through any section of the tube in a unit of time is constant
instantaneous our love defined,
a fluid mechanic in the realm of ethereal,
where unlimited immeasurable undefinable
mass time flow sweat pulse anger forgive caress kind
quantifiable terms of our equation unique
in this poem
no waxing poetic,
excellent pure licked lips
are quantums and quarks visualized
though invisible the flow constant per unit of time from
initial good morning kiss to intemperate
indulgent good night conclusions
submitted here for your
analytical digression importuned
the square root of the continuity equation's solution
is
.......
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 9:24 AM UTC
I was thinking
A thought
That turned into flashes
of grandeur, greatly mundane, yet profound storytelling
of the conscious mind's eye
Yet, I fall into the trap of tracing and chasing
the dream ...
I fall into the trance of
tracing back, a transient feel
yet, feeling so out of place
Placed - here, and here I hear it
A thought, that became a stream of opening
That fluidness of it's true nature
of becoming a story - that never happened
- Yet, feels like reality -
I wake up
And think about my memories of my day to day experience
I see them like I see my dreams
I can NOT distinguish between one or the other (in past tense)
Yet, there is something so real
Yet, fake about a memory
Because a dream is rememebered the same way as a memory
That is the fine line, I constnalty walk upon
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 9:32 PM UTC
Rest assured that you are wanted.
At any given time and place.
Rest assured that yours is the only face that can soothe my soul.
Even if it is sick or sad or flawless and perfect.
Beauty is not a static state of seeing.
But more a fluid feeling that stays constant.
So, whatever you are is is exactly what I desire.
Whatever you look like is exactly what I want, need, long to see.
Always.
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 10:12 AM UTC
I will caress you the same way
how to caress me
amniotic fluid sea
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 7:52 AM UTC
when you're born a girl.
But don't feel like one.
When you are forced to go swimming and expose your body.
The one that causes all the pain and dysphoria.
Oh how much it ***** having boys staring at your *****
When you want to be one of them.
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 8:14 AM UTC
Maybe brief, perhaps longer
but in this moment I am She.
It’s fluid, isn’t it? To decide
upon being Her, rather than
the prolonged Masculine----
that’s not to say I won’t be Him again.
This is liquid consideration,
rolling down my neck, my
collarbone, breast, navel----
It was so obvious when I felt it
like a switch-flip, dynamite ignite----
Boom. He is She. I am She.
Now name me, for I am born
unto this magnificence---- A body,
a mind---- Mine. His. Ours.
Stronger than any,
mightier than all.
Breathe me life for I am valid----
in this moment, we are goddess.
I am Now.
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 10:37 AM UTC
I feel like water
Transparent
Fluid
I can’t commit to your mold
I can drown out your eyes
Roll down and salt your tongue
Drip on your chest
Smear against your lips
but try to contain me
Tip me over and I’ll spill
Tick me off and I’ll boil over
Walk away and I will freeze
I want a color
A flavor
A shape
I want to be distinct
But all I can do is flow
Gravity pulls me where it wants
And it’s out of my control
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 12:54 AM UTC