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What's your gender
A dancing red lobster
This blog will be inactive indefinitely as of January 6, 2020. I've met many kind, talented souls while running this blog. When I started this blog, I had no idea where it would go. I wasn't looking for popularity (and I sure didn't get popular lol). I've had online journals before, but Tumblr's design appealed the most to me - despite some irritating UX experiences around text formatting. Good god.
The posts combined my love of writing with my wildest emotions. The result? Well that's hard to sum up with a single word. Some adjectives include promiscuous, paranoid, cynical, resentful, blissful, euphoric, dark. I expressed the highs and lows of my emotional reality using raw sensory details. I started choosing words that would elicit strong reactions, and over time I became more empowered to "talk dirty" or explore topics that made my gut wrench.
Words can be used as weapons as well as bridges. I used words to shine a light on the paradox in my heart: loving people just as much as I fear them.
I'm ceasing this blog for many reasons.
One: its personality has gotten unwieldy. I feel it has a set precedence / persona that's hard to deviate from. At creation, I imagined a celestial being that collects sentiments from around the universe and consolidates into a single channel. There were many posts where I imagined being in someone else's headspace after hearing about their misfortunes or victories and letting the words flow. The presentation was very much me, but the subject matters and attitudes were usually not me.
That brings me to reason two: I didn't feel like myself. I felt like everyone but myself. I feel like I was me every day in real life and I was kind of tired of being in my own head so much. I'm in a spot in my life where I'm more confident and I love myself a lot more, which was not the basis of this blog.
Three: my group of readers seems to have fallen to maybe 3 or 4 frequent readers. This reason makes me feel vain (and admittedly I am vain). I used to be excited at all the notes and direct messages with my frequent contacts. I felt like I was a part of a community of writers. Now I feel like I write for a couple of people.
In no particular order, I'd like to give a warm shoutout to:
drmorbius12
leafsea
theoceandaughter
just-4-thought
unlabelex
fifty-shades-of-apathy
september-stardust
thedreadgorgon
foreveratlas
madelinescatharsis
a-silent-lover
All of you have touched my life in some positive way, be it through your works or in DMs. I hope you continue writing and bless the world with your existence.
Some parting words before I go.
There comes a point when you're looking back when you think you're looking forward. I believe this happens when you resist change yet want to be different.
You are destined to lose. You are destined to win. You might get the things you want, and you might not. Always remember that wanting is an integral part of the human design. Even when you have enough, you will want one more thing. And when you feel like you have nothing, you will lose one more thing.
Now. Find contentment and peace with the Now. Your future is always laying itself out. Your past is already decided. The only time you can realistically live in, is Now. Treat Now like the time you'll only ever see in the rearview mirror.
Love yourself. Love others as you love yourself. Teach others to love others. And one day everyone will love you.
A Dip In the Ocean
I kissed the ocean surface. The tension took my lips in. The splish got me wet. The splosh made me thirsty.
"I'm thirsty," I confessed to the ocean god. "Hold my head under until I'm not breathing."
When my ears crossed the threshold, all I could hear was my heartbeat and the muffled song of deep sea exploration. Swimming left and then right, dipping down until I can taste the ocean floor, leave my initials in the sand, watch as they blur into nothing with the sweeping tides.
The water was alkaline. I know I made a face because it felt so tight.
But I took in more and it was alright and I was probing for more, and more, and I wanted to sink in more, supine on the floor while the surface started to ripple, you know?
And I was content wading in the midst of a grand crescendo. The waves crashed. I tumbled through the currents not knowing which way was up.
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I didn't know where I was or how to get back there. But I liked it enough to go back and try to find that spot.
Klepto
Tell me about that time you stole my bar soap and thought I wouldn't find out. Did you feel guilty? Probably not. It was just a bar of soap.
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I'll tell you something. I took something of yours. And you haven't yet discovered what it is. Come find me when you do.
Black Ocean
join me for a swim
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in the cold river
with decaying limbs
dusty muskets
with their musty muzzles
lining the bank
past the burning bushes
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night falls and demons sleep
above the canopy
seeing what God sees
suckers snared deep
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in     Soul Ravine
with their eyes to the sky
too mesmerized by color bands
expecting rain
from     Black Ocean
Apparition
Remind me again: who am I supposed to call when I see that creepy man standing in my lawn? Because I called the police once.
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A cruiser pulled up. The man didn't move. The police approached my door, walking right past the man like he didn't exist.
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I met them at the door. As the officer opened his mouth, I pointed over his shoulder to where the man stood. The officer looked at where I was pointing to.
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"Is that the direction he went off in?"
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When I looked again the man wasn't there.
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Would you help me? Can I call you?
red steel
I can't stay in love with you, and love so intensely that I break my own rib cage hugging you
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I can't remember the last time I stopped thinking about you. There's always some image of you in my mind's eye, which on occasion presents your nose in such lucid quality that I believe we're about to nuzzle our noses
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And eventually one of us pushes our mouth forwards. And our lips collide. And my throat burns as my stomach churns. You taste great, like you pay attention to the ingredients when you buy chapstick
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I love you. I think
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You love you. Sometimes
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Sometimes, I think we kiss and hold hands and cuddle to keep up the illusion - that our life is solved, as long as the sugar's sweet and we can tolerate the smell of each other's shit
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Sometimes ... most times ... I get tired of solving riddles and I relapse
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Hugging
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Kissing
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Licking
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Fucking
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Having the most fabulous fucking time in my life because of one thing
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Y o u
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Then, I start to believe you're all I need. And I'm all you need. The sweet escape
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But is it an escape if the sickness never dies out
?
fault line
i don't blame you
same way i don't blame
an SUV
for global warming
strange ĂpitĂ
once while i was walking
i found this pit
a shallow puddle
crimson
face imprinted
on the tension
á
i aint know who it
was
making faces at me
but i put one
leg over the edge
and slid my way
down until i
was
knee deep
á
amazed at first
at how quiet it was
á
the blood reached my throat
(i never learned
how to swim)
then dread filled
the pit
of my stomach
á
scratching
grasping
á
leave
leave
á
while the air still permits
clean breathing
á
go back to simply
observing
this strange pit
á
at the edge
looking down
as air whistles
skeleton of dead leaves
skitter along
star child | *
you're silly
you know that?
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declaring your fate
fact
verified by constellations
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you must be unaware
celestial dust
accumulating
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as oxygen travels
throughout
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cortex
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creating storms
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that make lizard brain
see what lizard brain
do
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with a slithery tongue
tasting dangerous moments
few
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you're one
of the gods
you know that?
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i saw your sheer power
when i looked into
the nothingness
made a wish
á
saw the dream
come true
á
never learned your
name
ctrl z me
moments like
these
i'd take you home
let you ctrl z me
lights on
see your mouth twitch
when you finish
glowing
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what you thinking
about?
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sext you some next shit
call me a dirty slut
in training wearing an
unclaimed chain
with my name in it
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on the tip of my tongue
right?
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the safe word but
lol
i swallow it
ask you bring your
worst
pain i wallow
in its squalid conditions
trippin' off how
fast your hand
finds my face
and my zipper
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yea, go ahead
undo me
dOM/sUB
every day i remind her who's boss ⢠when she gets home in that skirt i take her shoes off ⢠kiss the underside of her feet ⢠then ⢠let her claim her seat on my face while she reads the paper
I liked it at first, but the more you laughed the crazier I became.
Deftones, "Cherry Waves"
person or bar code
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i'm crushed
on my bad days
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i'm a disfigured
wax figure
on my worst days
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i'm vaguely
satisfied
on my good days
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on my best days
i'm kicking myself
for having been so down
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every other day
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I've had it all wrong for years and you never told me.
For the first time you let me watch you rub one off with the lights on. Your pinky ring looks like a star twinkling every time you press on your favorite spot. It's hot when you bite your lip. I figured out that it distracts the body so much that it prevents you from falling off the edge. Your toes bend and crack like little poppers you throw on the ground. The tempo of your fingers go from whole notes to quarter notes. Nipples harden and show, thick chocolate held back by 100% cotton.
My curiosity grows when you detour to the sides, where there's just plain body. Broadly stroking up and down with pubic hair crunching underneath your fingers - star still twinkling. Yet the expression of your face still resembles pure ecstacy. And when you return to the center, it's like your fingers slide faster, birthing another star as you focus on the Northern Lights, gleaming and growing in mass, traveling slowly but surely. Then I hear the closing and opening of black holes, like the tap is running and the wetness is spreading.
I want to lick up the mess and show it to you on my tongue, but anything you do is far more interesting than what I would do.
You really tickle my brain when, just as you're about to take on the speed of light and hit Saturn and Neptune in a blink of an eye, you slow down. And your stomach tenses violently. Your hair covers your face one moment and then slinks back into a warm pool around your ears as you pay earnest and firm attention to every corner of the universe.
I can't help but smile knowing I won't look at stars the same anymore.
Im high as fuck right now and I wanna say you got a fat ass ma, nigga wanna get to it, "Prone Doggy" đ¤đ¤
My ass has gotten pretty fat, thanks for noticing đ
i donât think about breathing i just do it and survive
Each breath an effort of will
thoughts spill out my lungs
pain comes in particle
and wave
in and hold, release and just be
just be still
I breathe, I think,
from the cradle
to the grave
I think about thinking
I do it to survive
I breathe
but I canât tell
if itâs air anymore â
breathe
think
survive
oh,
and try to be a person
too.
I survive by thinking
not about breathing
but the scary thought of
holding my breath so long
that I stop thinking
and living altogether