Bunny Laufeyson Writings

The Writings of Bunny Laufeyson (He/They). Aspiring writer, queer witch, 23.

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Little Poems - #1

I want to share Poetry with her In ways she can understand So I read poetry to her While she brushes my hair

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Long Time No See

Hello Y'all,

I am so sorry that I have not been active or created any new content, I started a new job and all my energy has been going into that (it's your basic full time 9-5) I won't be posting and making content at the rate I was before but I plan on getting back into the swing of things and post once a week.

Thank you,

Bunny Laufeyson

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Untitled #2

Embedded rain clouds                                   Hope And                                                                 And Soaked through shoes                                   Faith

Torn off blankets                                             Self love And                                                                  And Soft socks                                                      Kindness

Passionless work                                           Bright path ahead And                                                                  And Burnt out brain                                                 A restless mind

Panicked tears                                                 Slow deep breaths And                                                                  And Chest pain                                                       No turning back

Fight                                                                Safety And                                                                  And Losing                                                             Support

Speaking                                                         Leaving toxic And                                                                  And Not heard                                                        Unkind

Useless praise                                                Living for Oneself And                                                                  And Hallow words                                                  One’s own mind

Breathless screams And Flightless birds

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Rose, Tulip

What is in a name? Letters That correlate To a sound When Strung together Form an identity

To others To yourself

We repeat ‘A rose by any other name, Would smell Just as Sweet’

However When I become a rose Known my another name You refuse to call me Tulip Insisting I am Rose

But Rose holds Expectations That I won’t ever meet Whether you admit That you hold them

I know you’re sad Because Rose has died But Don’t neglect the beauty Of the Tulip’s rise

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Constellations

I want to feel A soft cool tip Of a liquid eyeliner pen Glide across My back

You play Connect-the-dots With my freckles Then You’re lips Replace the pen

You

Found a constellation On my skin| Reminding me I am of the stars As beautiful as the Galaxy

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7 Days

Monday: There is never enough coffee Tuesday: Laundry day: Why do I have to wear clothes Wednesday: I still wake up thinking I have church tonight Thursday: What do you mean it’s not Friday? Friday: No Job offers tomorrow Saturday: No rest even on the weekend Sunday: A once a week bath doesn’t make up for a week of no self-care

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16 Candles at 20

I want to sit Across from you Over  Coffee That’s Our Birthday Cake

Talking softly On a Floor Not a table

It’s not my 16th birthday You’re not even a boy But I imagine When We slowly lean in And Our Lips Touch Like Sam and Jake

My fantasies will come true And it will be sweeter Then my sweet 16.

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The day a child was born

The day a child was born It let out a piercing cry Announcing their presence to the world Quickly Wrapped in cloth And marked male or female

Clothes picked In soft pinks Or blues And toys Along with The colors Limiting potential Creating strife In beings later Conflict within Based on assignments They had no choice in

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Pluck

Flower petals Under My fingertips One Plucked off

I love me Pluck I love me not Pluck I love me Pluck I love me not

Self Love Can be difficult In this capital hellscape That has warped What it means To be worth value

Pluck I love me Pluck I love me not

Damn puritan ethics And exploitation Leading To the draining Of the Spirit

Pluck I love me Pluck I love me not

“No Fat” “Need a thigh gap” “Not pretty Without make-up” “Nothing Tastes| As good As Skinny Feels” “Smile”

Pluck I hate me Pluck I hate me not Pluck I hate me Pluck I hate me not

Sometimes It’s easier To not Hate myself Only by Not Liking me

Pluck I like me Pluck I like me not Pluck I like me Pluck I like me not

It takes More effort To combat The outside world’s Input on How I see me

Pluck I love me Pluck I love me not Pluck I love me Pluck I love me not

I take A deep breath Pulling the last Of the petals

Pluck I love me Pluck I love me not Pluck I love me

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Laundry Day

Load Machine Add soap Press Start Around it goes All clean

It’s easier To clean the sheets Than clean the soul Stains and crumbs Drain away But depression’s tar Sticks

Needing a scrub Combine scalding hot water Shampoo Soap Scrub And that weeks tar Will unstick But Leave behind stains

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When Least Expected

Love will find you When you least expect it Bullshit

I’ve been told this My Whole Life That I don’t need to worry Or get frustrated Just when I’ve given up It will Happen

Well Let me tell you I have given up More times than I can count And The only love that I found Cut me so Deeply And fucked me up So badly I should never Want to love again

But I do And when I rant About my frustration And Loneliness I’m told The same fucking thing Love will find you When you least expect it

Bullshit Love just Doesn’t fall into laps One doesn’t just dump Into the one someday And ride off into the sunset That’s a fairytale Created So People Won’t face the fear Of being alone

So I set the altar Light the candles Give Cupid an offering Breath In And Out The Love spell done I clean up

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Dear M

I don’t know If you know But I forgave you A long time ago

You hurt me worse Thank I thought possible Now I write this In hopes that it finds you

I still love you In this moment Though I feel I shouldn’t

You did things I didn’t deserve And you won’t own them} I wasn’t perfect I own that And I am sorry

So, If you find your heart Aches for me Like mine aches For you In this moment You won’t find me I’m not waiting for you

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The Moon to the Mad Man

Once a little girl Loved the man in the moon Calling him Bob A constant companion Following the car on drives Always there Being a friend

The little girl Didn’t know That the man in the moon Was a cosmic force A Old God The Girl couldn’t imagine

Mani But loved the nickname given by the little girl Coming to care for the girl

He watched her grow Coming into her own Noticing when she needed More than he could give

So He went to friend With fire red hair A chaotic smirk And an understand Mani didn’t possess

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Pillow Fort

I want to live in a pillow fort Lined with fleece sheets The door and windows A cotton white

The rooms divided by comfort Like a dragon collects coins I collect pillows| Small decorative To body pillows That I wrap around myself

Eventually Lost in the pile The fort forever growing More blankets

Eventually Blocking the entrance Keeping cold away But also others

Depression makes me want to live in a pillow fort That I don’t have the energy to build So I crawl into bed Pulling covers over my head For days on end

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Lie

I was raised not to lie That is was a sin I don’t believe in sin anymore It doesn’t make Me a bad person To lie, I lie To protect myself

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Hot Tea

I sit at night Rubbing my tired eyes That have been Staring

At my laptop For far too long I get up slowly Walking of to the Keurg

Place my mug under it And watch as it fills With hot water

A glance at the clock 4 Minutes I just sit and wait

Glance at the clock Times Up

I slowly take out the bag Throwing it in the trash

I sit with the mug In my hands Feeling the warmth Bleed into my fingertips I dare not take a sip For I know that If I do My tongue will hurt more than I want

That first sip Hot but not scalding Warmth in my mouth Flowing down my insides

My tea at night has become routine Making me feel something When I haven’t felt anything In Days

I go from numb To incredibly lonely At the drop of a dime

So I make tea So I don’t cry But It always fails

So I climb Into the bottom Of the shower Water As hot as tolerable

I sit At the bottom Sobbing My lungs out Until I can’t anymore

I climb into bed that night The emotions slipping away Waking The next morning Dragging myself out of bed

I first make tea The cycle continuing And I want to feel again

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