are those my only options

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are those my only options
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
I NEED TO BE MGG'S CONTROVERSIALLY YOUNG GIRLFRIEND RNN IM ACTIVELY LOSING MY MIND
Started as a 14 year old girl, continues as a 20 adult, these demons really played a trick on me
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
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)
I like guys that are pretty like girls …
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
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.
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
trying screenwriting!!
YOU.
YOUUU.
HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYY.
much love :)
THANK YOUUUUUU!!!!
You can only reblog this today.
it’s my birthday!!!
small thing I'd like to add here is that there is no bad fic as long as it's done with love <3
names
if I knew your name, I would write it in bold
bubble lettering each second syllable
forming artwork out of each vowel
if I knew your name, I would write in my best handwriting
perfecting cursive to be able to make it unreadable to others
so that only you and me could enjoy it’s dark ink
speaking of ink, I would only write it in high-quality ink never bic or paper mate
but with fountain pens that I stole off the floor
if I knew your name, I would stack paper on top of paper so that every piece—afterwards would feel the letters of your name
kissing the trees that birthed you indirectly
if I knew your name, I would italicize each letter
naming its importance without having to speak a word
if you knew my name, I would want you to write it over and over again
as if an assignment to demonstrate your love for me
slow and steady loud and obnoxious, goofy and elegant
in rainbow gel pen or in Oxford blue ink
in pilot or montblanc
if we knew each other names then we would swap papers
with our names written in the others handwriting
painted in foreign ink and dried fingerprints
if we knew each other’s names our papers would know the strokes of each other’s pens
the giggles from passing the paper back-and-forth
the paper becoming our children, and with each sentence that grace, the paper or lineage continued
roots sprouting from the udala tree that was cut down
if we knew each other‘s names, every start of a sentence would start with your 0.7 and would end with my 0.5
the looping of letters tying our names together, our last name is becoming hyphenated as our papers caress edges
If I knew your name
If you knew my name
if we knew each other
—jam
(the image is from pinterest by bored panda)
oooooo sorry yall no more sad depressive reflection poems a bitch got closure!!!
he’s almost moaning lol