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#stalking
I keep finding sunflowers; someone keeps putting them on my porch I can't see them, but I swear I see an owl perched It stares at night, but I don't think that's the only one watching In the mornings, I see 9 sunflowers, rotting They always smell more like metal maybe from the blood on its petals It's signed by the same person, K. H I've never known someone with that name I crouched down to grab them and feel this tingling on me I really wish I didn't live in a birch forest, but I don't think I'll ever be free of this feeling
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Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 1:25 PM UTC
Sunflowers.
i watch you counting yourself out                                                              courting little pets of body-parts putting pennies on the trinket shelf             talking with wending wordage                              about those gruff fellows who've been pig-holing    about your dwelling that day  you manage a back window                                              and escape                             masquerade yourself  as a gentleman but they sniff at your aromas                      these men in crude season they circle you hinge-hipping as you fleet the roads and fields                         and evade  into the dappling woods "come on out  we have you surrounded"                               (you say  they say) you stay  crossed legged   a monk among trees (these pleasing defenders)                                 you take off your dress  and string it             from one of these trees you dole yourself out                         little pets for the undergrowth            you offer a curled shrew from the space   your kneecap once                           occupied you droop your warm left breast and drop a beast from that cove (a plump vole clambers  fresh and                         disorientated) you plug one arm into loose soil                    and the fingers snake root separation at the elbow                               and branches sprig out both your thighs   animate as fox cubs your ***** leaves from between                                            and slinks under some ivy your hair fiddles loose and travels off in currents of breeze before flitting into little finches your back crumples with fungal looseness your head weighs low                                            and the jaw lumps off shuffling   undecided on its form your forehead bows  to kiss the earth and your face scatters  a gaiety of insects  and spores                   all arts patterned about your pile continues   in this mattering manner collapsing efficiently     you've canonized in nature                     now you’re abroad  mature and freed           to tell your friend this story a spirit  without brag of these neat powers one with mother glory
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May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 3:39 PM UTC
egg cup and pepper mill
i watch you counting yourself out                                                              courting little pets of body-parts putting pennies on the trinket shelf             talking with wending wordage                              about those gruff fellows who've been pig-holing    about your dwelling that day  you manage a back window                                              and escape                             masquerade yourself  as a gentleman but they sniff at your aromas                      these men in crude season they circle you hinge-hipping as you fleet the roads and fields                         and evade  into the dappling woods "come on out  we have you surrounded"                               (you say  they say) you stay  crossed legged   a monk among trees (these pleasing defenders)                                 you take off your dress  and string it             from one of these trees you dole yourself out                         little pets for the undergrowth            you offer a curled shrew from the space   your kneecap once                           occupied you droop your warm left breast and drop a beast from that cove (a plump vole clambers  fresh and                         disorientated) you plug one arm into loose soil                    and the fingers snake root separation at the elbow                               and branches sprig out both your thighs   animate as fox cubs your ***** leaves from between                                            and slinks under some ivy your hair fiddles loose and travels off in currents of breeze before flitting into little finches your back crumples with fungal looseness your head weighs low                                            and the jaw lumps off shuffling   undecided on its form your forehead bows  to kiss the earth and your face scatters  a gaiety of insects  and spores                   all arts patterned about your pile continues   in this mattering manner collapsing efficiently     you've canonized in nature                     now you’re abroad  mature and freed           to tell your friend this story a spirit  without brag of these neat powers one with mother glory
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The whole world was gray November’s first snowy day Not a single winter racquet And in the midst of the white And the foggiest sight I saw a man in a dark blue jacket. I’d seen him before And that I swore As he was a classmate of mine In past Fall’s red hue I remember seeing the blue Of the man’s dark jacket’s shine i always saw him in the hall he wasn’t particularly tall but wherever i was, he was too and when i saw him at lunch my friend told me his hunch: “i think that blue jacket man might like you” i admired the admiration but felt no butterfly-in-stomach sensation so maybe i had to go and pack it then the following saturday when from my classes i was away i saw the man in the dark blue jacket he had tried to sit next to me in class and i told my friends to ask if i could sit further away from the bloke in the corners of my eye he was there How much longer could I bear? the bare blue of his deep colored coat so when i was walking home one afternoon i hadn’t tried to get home too soon The days only becoming hazier The winds were speeding fast A man behind me tried to walk past I saw the dark blue of his blazer. he turned to look at me stopped, starred to see and began to walk slowly behind i started sprinting to my abode snow now down rode the blue jacket man on my mind his pace sped up too and if only i knew how no one would believe me was he stalking? should i start talking? the blue jacket man’s spree So I didn’t tell them the truth I knew their words wouldn’t soothe His eyes always on me In the park he was there Lurking like a ******* nightmare His aura seemed aquamarine-y I see him in my room I know I shouldn’t assume That that blue jacket is his How is he everywhere? You gave me a scare Now go back to your biz ! He is in my screams. He is in my dreams. Blue jacket man, get out! He is in my eyes He is in my lies Flow out with the water spout He is in my lungs I’m speaking in tongues And as my eyes begin to fade I see a smearing blue Across my vacant view That jacket of his facade That dark blue. Blue. blue.
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Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 12:53 AM UTC
Blue Jacket Man
The whole world was gray November’s first snowy day Not a single winter racquet And in the midst of the white And the foggiest sight I saw a man in a dark blue jacket. I’d seen him before And that I swore As he was a classmate of mine In past Fall’s red hue I remember seeing the blue Of the man’s dark jacket’s shine i always saw him in the hall he wasn’t particularly tall but wherever i was, he was too and when i saw him at lunch my friend told me his hunch: “i think that blue jacket man might like you” i admired the admiration but felt no butterfly-in-stomach sensation so maybe i had to go and pack it then the following saturday when from my classes i was away i saw the man in the dark blue jacket he had tried to sit next to me in class and i told my friends to ask if i could sit further away from the bloke in the corners of my eye he was there How much longer could I bear? the bare blue of his deep colored coat so when i was walking home one afternoon i hadn’t tried to get home too soon The days only becoming hazier The winds were speeding fast A man behind me tried to walk past I saw the dark blue of his blazer. he turned to look at me stopped, starred to see and began to walk slowly behind i started sprinting to my abode snow now down rode the blue jacket man on my mind his pace sped up too and if only i knew how no one would believe me was he stalking? should i start talking? the blue jacket man’s spree So I didn’t tell them the truth I knew their words wouldn’t soothe His eyes always on me In the park he was there Lurking like a ******* nightmare His aura seemed aquamarine-y I see him in my room I know I shouldn’t assume That that blue jacket is his How is he everywhere? You gave me a scare Now go back to your biz ! He is in my screams. He is in my dreams. Blue jacket man, get out! He is in my eyes He is in my lies Flow out with the water spout He is in my lungs I’m speaking in tongues And as my eyes begin to fade I see a smearing blue Across my vacant view That jacket of his facade That dark blue. Blue. blue.
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The tendons strained as muscles tensed Hind legs wobbled in impatient anticipation The prey grazed slowly upon springs bounty A twig snapped sounding natures alarm Crows called cooing caws as they took wing A ****** predicting the coming violence The die having been cast elicited a roar Potential energy unleashed sprang an ambush Teeth and claws punctured and lacerated flesh Jaws clenched throat choking life from limb Latent spasms birthed pleasurable moans The irony of blood tasted copper coins As stipes became lost in red matted fur The **** draining the thrill of the hunt While the tiger ate his fill
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Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 9:48 AM UTC
The Irony of Blood
it's been two years- since i've crushed on you, since you've become one of my biggest fears and how my heart flutters at the sight of you walking by. each scroll on social media makes me sigh because i'm ******* hopeless when it comes to you.
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Sep 7, 2024
Sep 7, 2024 at 9:16 AM UTC
scroll
Open to the mesmerizing sight of love, I would fervently pursue the captivating idea all on my own, like a lone wolf relentlessly hunting down its prey. With a predatory grace, I would skillfully stalk you, my innocent deer,— In this unspoken forest of the night's serenade, where the moonlight casts ethereal shadows upon the earth, I find myself compelled to howl at the songs of their mysterious silhouettes. With an uncontainable excitement building within me, I carry a devilish grin that tugs at the corners of my lips, anticipating the moment when I can unleash a torrent of words, forming a sentence that will not only capture your attention but also leave an indelible impression on your soul. My words, like white-water rapids crashing against the rocks, will bite down on your ear with a playful yet alluring intensity. They will weave sentences that touch the deepest recesses of your mind, evoking emotions that you never knew existed within you. Like a gentle caress that ignites a fire, my words will tickle your pleasure, awakening desires that have long been dormant. With every beat of my heart, I am driven to explore the uncharted territories of love with you. Together, we will delve into the depths of passion, traversing treacherous landscapes of vulnerability and trust. Your heart will become my sanctuary, a place where our love can flourish and grow, protected by the fierce and unwavering loyalty of a wolf... your gate wolf, forever vigilant in protecting the sanctity of our shared connection.
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Jan 12, 2024
Jan 12, 2024 at 5:31 AM UTC
Gate wolf
Open to the mesmerizing sight of love, I would fervently pursue the captivating idea all on my own, like a lone wolf relentlessly hunting down its prey. With a predatory grace, I would skillfully stalk you, my innocent deer,— In this unspoken forest of the night's serenade, where the moonlight casts ethereal shadows upon the earth, I find myself compelled to howl at the songs of their mysterious silhouettes. With an uncontainable excitement building within me, I carry a devilish grin that tugs at the corners of my lips, anticipating the moment when I can unleash a torrent of words, forming a sentence that will not only capture your attention but also leave an indelible impression on your soul. My words, like white-water rapids crashing against the rocks, will bite down on your ear with a playful yet alluring intensity. They will weave sentences that touch the deepest recesses of your mind, evoking emotions that you never knew existed within you. Like a gentle caress that ignites a fire, my words will tickle your pleasure, awakening desires that have long been dormant. With every beat of my heart, I am driven to explore the uncharted territories of love with you. Together, we will delve into the depths of passion, traversing treacherous landscapes of vulnerability and trust. Your heart will become my sanctuary, a place where our love can flourish and grow, protected by the fierce and unwavering loyalty of a wolf... your gate wolf, forever vigilant in protecting the sanctity of our shared connection.
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she is inescapable fringe coefficient a strange perfume tonight lips to the phone he took her on a laptronica trip bitters and Absolut and pistachio listening to the frightful sections of an unused movie score and playing a new game —studies in paralysis no sympathy, no violins just musette and drums just an avalanche of images frame-by-frame
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May 14, 2023
May 14, 2023 at 6:24 PM UTC
Studies in Paralysis, Pt. 3
Michael, why are you playing so f-king hard to get? I etched my number into your car, so you won't forget it. I stalked you day and night just to prove my undying interest. Did you get the shower pix of you, I intend to post on Pinterest? I climbed in through your skylight twice, I bet you didn’t know. I hid in your workplace mensroom, but alas you never showed. Michael dear, I’m getting vexed, didn’t you see my million texts? I know that you’ve been busy - that relationships aren’t always easy. Michael, don’t be capricious, satisfy my sordid misses. You simply have to wave to me - I’m out here in the bushes.
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Oct 15, 2021
Oct 15, 2021 at 3:59 PM UTC
michael
So much pain weighing down heavy heart Wish I would let sadness go Clinging to my skin like static Stalking like own shadow
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Jul 8, 2021
Jul 8, 2021 at 9:47 PM UTC
Static
Shame stalks me like shadows On my heels Put myself through so much torture Must like the way it feels Blame you for depression I know that isn't true Because I already struggled Before I lost you Words you whispered walk through skull Play phrases on repeat Conscious of fact I'll never hear them again Whimper in defeat In midst of motionless self-pity Chaos indetectably brews Conflicted between sticking up for myself Or withstanding more mistakes I'll excuse A stillness appeared a moment As quickly as arrived it is gone Built on instability Cannot trust pavement I tread upon Rippling across distance Wind melodic Moving Thin Fabric of time and space silky soft Not quite as soft as your skin A trail of kisses leads to waistband By my moseying mouth In turn undress me til body is bare Slowly work your **** sin south Bars of piano play symphonies Resounding from the middle of my mind Waves rolling in and out with the current Notes are far more tender and kind I let myself bask in bittersweet glow Melting due to warmth of total bliss Voice has never sounded so smooth Collision never like this My being joining in rhythm Tangling until we are one We remain connected by flesh Some time after we are done Eventually guilt emerges Torn between directions Why must head and my heart Inhabit different sections? I long to be with you I'm afraid as soon as you know I care Feelings will fade when I close my eyes Open them and again you won't be there
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Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 3:01 AM UTC
Stalking Shameful Shadows
Waking up to locked doors and closed shades Walking while observing faces, you fade I go through my day with you on my mind Although we're never face to face, I know you're never far behind Go home with knife in hand Just in case it happens again Lock myself up, shut myself in get ready for another night Where I see your shadow dance across my walls and my fear blinds my sight Frozen in pain of the memories that remain Try to sleep just to wake and do it all again tomorrow even though I pretend That im alright, and safe, and ok knowing your search never ends.
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Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 12:03 PM UTC
The search
From the veil of trees, I can peer into your window, and count the family, imagine them gone to bed, dreaming of blue, "underwater, unaware." Those summer evaporations tickle my skin, bring on such an observational itch: how you, freshly out of the pool, bloomed brightly on Betamax.
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Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 10:42 AM UTC
Watching the Wildlife
i snail in your wake a ringing skim of perforations and pikes    taking readings your signals          manage agitated faults in me        leased opiates and a sensory quake you dropped a hair tie i form limb-like mucous spits i join them on the far side of the object    membrane surrounds and i engulf the collected this       is       much       encouragement i may increase my demands of you i trail after you still    sensitive to the tokens of love        you patter behind for me sensitive to the coding        in the minute alterations you make                                     of your daily routine
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Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 12:31 AM UTC
Mucus
grow a beard two times a year. let your hair grow down to your shoulders and then cut it. take selfies at goodwill, wear the same seven outfits. never smile, it draws attention :) stay at home like a ship at the dock, and observe seashells from the deck, never straying far... download a dating app to keep tabs on the ex for you know not the day or hour. is there something important you've been ignorant of your whole life? wonder what the cops think when you pass them on the street, now that they know who you are. wonder if the Man might motion to **** us all then run to their bunkers without a second thought. ablute truth and wonder if its an illusion or if you are subject to global delusion. come on now, don't fake it; don't say you can't take it.
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Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 5:42 PM UTC
hypervigil
"Could you spare a moment? I need to talk to you, it's important." "Not right now, I'm busy. Can we talk later?" "Oh, okay." And we never talk.
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Mar 6, 2020
Mar 6, 2020 at 3:41 PM UTC
We Don't Talk
Hanging 'round your place Days keep passing. Sitting here for weeks But don't worry. Wanted some closure Where are you going? Hope you'll come back Yearning for you. Please, just stop and listen Before the sun sets. Needed some closure Where are you going? Can't you see I'm hurting Just make me happy. You don't care about me Waiting here for you. Give me some closure Where are you going? © Sofia Villagrana 2020
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Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 2:01 PM UTC
Yearning for You
Today I tried to file a restraining order against coronavirus and found out i'm not the only one it's stalking
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Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 8:08 AM UTC
Every Breath You Take
Help control the predator population by having your threat spayed or neutered
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Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 7:03 PM UTC
Snip & Clip
At a party, a gym, anywhere the lighting is dim. Along the shore, down in the subway, during an overnight stay. On Christmas morning, by the fire where she's warming... She is the hunted. Amidst war, conflict, and revolution, in the confessional during absolution. For retribution or initiation, after a movie premiere's celebration. In the pool, the jacuzzi, when drugged and woozy... She is the hunted. When did the female species become a personal plaything? An implicit right of lords, masters, and kings? A gratification tool to sadists & seducers, ego-fed athletes, even film producers? She is the hunted... in this cathedral of misogyny, an unholy ground where hands can never come clean. At what age, Malusha, did your little boy become a ******
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Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 5:32 PM UTC
Hunting Ground