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ponderous poetry + star dust trapped in human form

[sky-always-is-beautiful]

[beauhemia]

Stitch

I struggle to find explanations Plagued by stories and history, Written with my own ink.

Spent years apologizing for existence , Teased and laughed at. Stifled by fears of my peers, Too peculiar in my own flesh. Traded time for gratification. Like a wounded, I took on her fears, and prejudices,

Hoping in believing that she might’ve been right. Only to find that life is not divided between good or evil, only choices that determine where will I may go.

Because alas, I am so convoluted, layer upon layer, folding inward

Trying to define myself, well I can’t you see. Because some days I feel young, like when I was 6, interested in climbing trees, cartoons, books and spending hours day dreaming, and hiding away in my safe world that I created in my head.

And then some days I feel lost, like I’m 14 again, uncomfortable in my own body, in pain and unsure where I’m heading, and if it’s all just a blur. Sometimes I’m struggling to bring reason to rhyme, trying to piece the parts I’ve been told hide or just leave behind.

But these people are me, I’ve been them walked in their skin, and now looking back, I wished I had been kinder to that girl.

Told her that she was worthy of love. That she had a voice, validation and a strength that was buried, but not erased.

[beauhemia]

Whiskey girl

Hot, cooled tears pooled in the corners of her amber honey eyes,

she laughed, giggled, Every curve of her perk'd in a melancholy rhapsody,

Vibrations burst every singular cell,

Oh for that moment, again and again.  

[beauhemia]

Fantasy

minutes, hours , seconds spent romancing sweet fantasies,

over and over-

Pining our dreams and desires, moments of ecstasy,

hoping to splash all the contents from the bowl

[beauhemia]

Sarah Aylesworth celebrates her first hoopiversary and we're all celebrating her hooping journey right along with her. She lives in Mountain View, California,

[alquemia]

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[beauhemia]

because who doesn’t need a transparent mermaid swimming through their blog

[beauhemia]

Porous hours of twilight

Do you ever just find the precious moments in day,

Where you find your median?

Your absolute clarity of being, the smile of the face happiness?

I find that place, in the wee hours, not exactly, morning or evening,

Bare quiet, sacred hours. 

Seeing my lover and my love in deep succumbed sleep,

Being utterly content and free.

It feels as if my soul itself is glowing, growing, 

Evaporating through my porous flesh,

Where I am not ashamed of anything,

I am free.

[inkneverdies]

Her beauty was golden Not like jewelry Closer to that of All the gold in the universe Melted into one soul Golden like the sunset, or A Childs first breath

[mystrangesilhouettesblog-deacti]

She can sell the moon at any day she pleases. She had a face that says ‘You will love me.

(via mystrangesilhouettes)

[beauhemia]

Grind

It's almost 4 am and I have been awake all night clenching my teeth,

He says I grind in my sleep, I stay awake to try and see,

Empty, drained nothingness lingers in my matter,

Nothing helps this anxiety, this limbo awakening,

Thoughts are complied and miscommunicated, 

not even this bowl will help make the void disappear,

I wish it was easy for the brain to shut off, unplug, decimate, 

But I'm back in the glowing screen of writing nothingness,

Fictitious world we so desperately cling too,

As this is are only way to feel again, 

Orgasm again, the subtle animist of mystery that tickles are very essence of being,

I wish I could love them unconditionally, tell them that it's okay,

I am here, I've been there, you can move on, 

But that's hogwash, 

Peoples adolescent mannerisms and pride get the better of things,

So we will crawl back to our dens, and stare at the sparkly glass mirror, 

In hopes for a fellow mirrored soul,

Cause that's what we are,

Mirrors. 

[beauhemia]

Up to 200 million girls are missing in the world. We must end #gendercide now! ..

[lordshea]

Claim her, love her, fuck her, spoil her, be faithful to her, trust her and she will remain yours.

Unknown 

[earthlyemily]

Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.

Henry David Thoreau 

[beauhemia]

The laundry mat

Giggling, rolling machines in circles,

Over and over again,

warm fungus digesting,

Tears leaking down warm cheeks,

I look over at her, her pupils elated,

Hold my knees, I've never lived before,

Tiny asian man walks in the in-between,

Glances and stares, 

Meet me at the river, meet by the tracks,

I walked to far too distant to go back,

Bathed in the moonlight, nude in her glow,

Mooning myself, filling up with the gleams,

Hole in the room, She sings to me,

We picked the fresh citrus from the trees

No one else wanted,

Perfect little oranges,

peels apart in mouth sized pieces,

Can't feel my feet, they move, I follow,

Need to be breathing fresh oxygen,

Be still, wait, 20 minutes more,

Trying to close my eyes to sleep,

Sleep won't come,

Pools of colors and mixtures slurring in 

the Inbetween, my eyelids flickering to close,

Lost in thought,

Sitting back in those plastic benches,

Hanging around,

20 minutes, till the next load.

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