Jam.

Previously on....

[iloveducks796]

closer

i eat my own cum

sometimes tangy

others musky

sweet

or nothing

i long to spit in another mouth

to trail my fingers into a warm saliva slicked mouth

the constriction of reflexes

almost vigorously testing

as if a testimony for acceptance

to wrap my hands around a strong neck

that my teeth urge to bite

tongue yearns to suck

finger twitch to dig

saliva lined fingers trace the vertebrae

pulling soft thighs apart, the string slick sticking and tacky

jiggling vibrates in my ears from the fabric around your neck

nipples helpless against probing nails

eyes observing whines and whispers of pleas

ears tugged between white teeth

ankles wrapped around the arch of backs

lips bruised and swollen with overuse

pinched frenulums, slow circles on the bud

the only witnesses of the red have permission

set me free

feel the tightness of pink

set me free

i can’t be caged for another second

this touch is unfamiliar as benediction

now kneel in front of me

beg me

to eat it

then maybe

i’ll eat yours too

—jam

(the image is not mine and is from ms. kitties)

[kissedfawns]

[iloveducks796]

i refuse to feel embarrassment online.

yes i write love poems about people who don’t gaf about me.

yes i also write perverted poems over fantasy.

yes i do flinch when i get a notification the some of my old work has been liked.

i cannot feel shame anymore i refuse.

[indouscurse]

you have to consciously unlearn racism and continue to watch for it because it will come out without realizing. because so much of society is structured around it. shrugging and going "i dont care" or "i dont know how else to say it" means you are okay with being racist and hurting other people with how much you dont give a shit about them.

[iloveducks796]

my man

his skin was made from weeds—my favorite flower—

so resilient and smooth

the yellow flowers match the phlegm coming from his pale throat

my hands tremble as i run my fingers across wool

stretching over the cramped bed, my warm cloth brushes over his forehead

the coughs come in waves and crash against my ears

the redness coming from his sclera

mixed with his whines that he covers with blood

i traced letters in his mucus that leaks unevenly from his flared nostrils

he never looked more mine than now

the fire cracks like a belt in the distance

i know that he is going to leave

my futile dreams dusted across his lily cheeks

the only thing i’ve ever been scared of

my future being a distant memory

the fever crawls down his skin into his white blood cells

i feel he won’t go away

—i am terrified—

every kiss we share

every smudge of tear

every one

is a never ending benediction

i bite to tear the heat from his bloodstream

how could it try to take him from me

it hurts me too—

the feeling of his arteries under my tongue

vitality embedded in his being

euphoric warmth causes my back to fold over him

urges fall over me

as will he.

now

i feel him

in my being

in my flower

my man

—jam

[iloveducks796]

“Because it's spirits, we ain't even really rappin'. We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us." -Tupac Shakur

[iloveducks796]

red children

sitting here in the funeral of young men and women

they groan to me their cries

still childish and virginal

their knees yearn to have purple bruises on them and wind in their ears

their honor earned and taken

years of greenery covering the grounds you fought for

their breath stolen from them to fight in wars their grandfathers waged

the pride of a flag made from hymns and loose lips

buried in rich soil

where the smell of iron, sweat and dried semen accumulate

ignorant of their fathers’ wishes

as the cars race by and forget them

statues of red palms and psalms rejoicing in glory

is this what you wanted? red children

peonies taped to your slab?

the joyful skipping of your fellow children as they cannot hear your cries

nor can they sanctify your name and rank

is your truth their victory or in the black lining your cold fingers?

or polished granite benches in your honor?

tell me red children

where is your honor?

—jam

(the image is by me)

[jaypilled]

are those my only options

[iloveducks796]

EXPIRATION DATE: 4//26/26

for the first week all i ate was sugar cookies

not the ones with actual sugar on top

but the round, flaky, frosted cookies

with the stupid sprinkles on top that fell with every bite from my crooked mouth

walmart seemed to stock them only for me

her favorite things filled my kitchen from the brown cabinets to the overfilled trash

cheeky plastic ribbons that will kill me evidently

after a while the taste was grey and reminiscent of aloe

instead of eating them, i would pass them every day in their plastic container

contaminating the daytona and now my vision

they would never

ever

ever

just mold

give me a reason to help them join their family in impending doom

march would cure me

of all of sugar cookies that held your laugh

your smile

your mind

the warm brown of your eyes

that wraps me when your arms couldn’t

my eyes attempt to find evidence of the white fuzz or blue dots

they scream and tear at my skin

impatiently

please don’t leave me

they plead with sprinkles around their mouth

with fizz popping from their pineapple soda

only three await death

and see you both come and go

along every face i’ve ever known

you lived up to your background

eyes now dull and lifeless

so i turn my head away

one day, i saw

EXPIRATION DATE: 4//26/26

[hotchnerss]

I NEED TO BE MGG'S CONTROVERSIALLY YOUNG GIRLFRIEND RNN IM ACTIVELY LOSING MY MIND

[ilumin]

Started as a 14 year old girl, continues as a 20 adult, these demons really played a trick on me

[iloveducks796]

wants

i’ve never been touched before

let me rephrase

i’ve never been held before

—caressed before

i’ve never had a finger trace over my spine causing shivers across my skin

i’ve never held a lover’s hand

i’ve never been kissed on the corner of my lips

i’ve never had my fingers played with

i’ve never had my ears stretched

so when i do these things, it feels punishable

my hands rough

never knew my own strength

i don’t want to hurt you

i just want to touch you

i want to entangle our feet together under the table

i want you to stare at my lips as I speak

i want you to linger when grazing your fingertips on mine

I want you to whisper jokes in my ear

I want you to draw on my skin

let it dry

i want you to tell your friends about the two of us

i want you—

I want you to glance at my chest as I laugh

I want you to want to touch the scars on my thighs

i’ll let you make your own

I want you to want to touch me

i want you to want me

-jam

[iloveducks796]

Angel food cake

how do you rebuild your concept of love.

do you meet someone to show you?

do you give it to yourself?

how do you show the ether to others?

—to you?

do you smile with full gums?

do you caress them softly?

how do you hold them?

is it lingering and gentle

or crushing and all consuming

how do you laugh around them? all light like angel food cake or loud and boisterous like scabs

which version of them can i perform

for the cloying, all cotton and fluffy with soft palms

or the abrasive, purple and twang with strong shoulders by bag lady

does the cake collapse before the fondant or does it recline and adjust?

i giggle in abstract

i laugh in reality

can i even love if it doesn’t prick my skin?

does the underwear on my ankle mean love or lust?

does the belt buckle prints like lily pads mean adoration?

—feels electric

can i be loved without lumps in my throat?

can i ever love?

or am i just a concept?

-jam

(image is from Pinterest by e)

[rat6ix]

I like guys that are pretty like girls …

[literaryvein-reblogs]

a poet's list of "beautiful" words

to try to include in your next poem/story

Ablution - the washing of one's body or part of it (as in a religious rite)

Acharnement - ferocity

Aegis - a shield or breastplate emblematic of majesty that was associated with Zeus and Athena; protection

Aery - having an aerial quality; ethereal

Aesthete - one having or affecting sensitivity to the beautiful especially in art

Anonymuncule - an insignificant anonymous writer

Bibliognost - one that has comprehensive knowledge of books and bibliography

Corpsing - the moment when an actor cracks up in laughter on stage during what is supposed to be a serious scene

Deliquesce - to dissolve or melt away

Euonym - a name well suited to the person, place, or thing named

Impedimenta - things that impede

Juvenescence - the state of being youthful or of growing young

Leucocholy - a state of feeling that accompanies preoccupation with trivial and insipid diversions

Maledicent - addicted to speaking evil

Palaeosophy - learning of olden times

Primaveral - of or relating to early spring

Satisfice - to pursue the minimum satisfactory condition or outcome

Vermilion - a shade of bright reddish orange

Vitativeness - love of life

Woodshed - (music-related meaning): to practice on a musical instrument

If any of these words make their way into your next poem/story, please tag me, or send me a link. I would love to read them!

More: Lists of Beautiful Words ⚜ Word Lists

[homunculus-argument]

The entire range of human skin tones varies from so pale white that it's almost kind of blue, to so deep black that it's almost kind of blue, and I think that's beautiful. Do you love the colour of the guy.

[iloveducks796]

transgressors notes

the ether ever so expansive

i feel gratitude

thats trapped in my chest creating overproduction

the love i carry is captured in the soul of individuals

none identical but carry the same piece of ether

that becomes eternal

little specs of ether dusted over the surface of their ribs

it stains their skin

the reuniting of my capacity in the ether

this feels like home and slow as a drag of essence

for their laughter which hangs inside my soul forever

trapped me from fully enveloping

in the ether’s kinetic field

i yearn for the moment of creation

though foreign in my cartilages

our koi swimming around each other

orbiting with a whisper of spring

my naivety pulls me far from my connection to the ether

alienating me from the dirt above my head

the urge to completely crush it to become closer to you

with each step

my creation knows your name and writes down ether

the Earth said i love you

i love you

i love you

i love you

from the ether

—jam

image by poison ivy on pinterest