linnie

i think nature has a lot more lessons to teach than any philosopher

[linni-3]

trickle down, trickle down

the only thing that trickles down

is the blood that trickles down

his chin it trickles down

he laughs and wipes it from his face

a red stain left behind

the green is washed of blood of many

trickle, trickle

down like dominoes

did you get lost when they all started to

trickle, trickle down?

call it a trickle, it's more of a fall

the class and rise dividing

trickle down your wrist,

trickle down your chest,

trickle down your sister's legs

trickle down into the pavement

you cannot escape the

trickle, trickle down

it drips drips drips

the faucet screams and drips and trickles

did your infant trickle down?

are you part of the

trickle down, trickle down

the blood it trickles down

this country full of red

you cannot be lead out of a

trickle down, trickle down

the blood it trickles down

the oil mixes, red and black

it trickles, trickles down

drip drip drip

right on your green, green lawn

can you trickle, can you trickle?

are you sure you can control?

being lead through the trickle down, trickle down

the blood it trickles down

[linni-3]

they will not see

the nazi

he walks as more than man

he chants and

they cheer and

they start the marching band

they will not see

the nazi

he does his proud salute

you call it out

they scream and shout

and choke more on his boot

they will not see

the nazi

until it is too late

the children burn,

they'll never learn

until they meet their fate

(I never do rhymes in my writing but I found it fitting with the censored version of nazi commonly being notsee)

[linni-3]

when the earth is barren and dry and rotted

and the last tree has been sold

the people will cry that they are hungry

and the powerful will tell them to suckle on a dollar bill

drool and greed and money and blood

zombify the masses,

make them

starve

fight

cry

perish

that ink won't satisfy for long

dehydrated lips recite a learned prayer,

now I lay me down to sleep

deny

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

defend

and if I die before I wake

depose

I pray the Lord my soul to take

drill, baby, drill

[vincentstoriesstuff-deactivated]

It's not dangerous to feel all the pain when you breathe in - just don't forget to breathe out

[linni-3]

you cover your eyes at the signing of legislature.

you cover your ears at the sound of gunshots.

you cover your mouth at the sight of

crimes.

tell me, what is it that

disgusts you so

about my reproductive organs?

do you

want to rip

them from me?

or use them?

make up your mind,

quickly now.

cover your eyes, your ears, your mouth.

look away.

hear nothing.

say nothing.

you claim you

care about the life I carry

but what about the life carrying it?

what about

when I no longer carry it?

when you

send it to a school

you fill with bibles

and guns

cover eyes, ears, mouth.

do. nothing.

do you feel proud of yourself?

for all you have done for

your country?

do you feel proud of yourself?

for doing nothing for

your women?

cover.

eyes, ears, mouth.

[linni-3]

rose.

the name I had picked

it was my grandmother's name

and my middle name

I dreamt of her blonde curls

the ones on my shoulders right now

of her green eyes

the ones I share with my great grandmother

what would come of it now?

after all that I have fought for

I do not believe bringing you, my rose

into this world

this country

would be fair.

while an ocean does lie before us

and the birds sing a song of hope

the people refuse to listen

and choose to

suffer

instead.

so, my rose, I will only dream of you now on

the love of a daughter

is not for me,

I suppose

[linni-3]

i sit here a

statue

in the rain

i cannot shiver, i am made

of metal

but my bones feel the chill

and the golden wear around my breasts

pools with water

did you

imagine I was alive

when you violated me?

or did you see me

as an object

as you do the real women

in your life?

animate me, lord

let my lungs fill with air

allow me to

walk

to move

for I am cemented here

and I have come to resent this place.

[vincentstoriesstuff-deactivated]

Almost every person believes to have fallen into a pitch-black pit of utter solitude

…

- where they are banging their needy fists against walls -

…

trying to find another one, back to back.

[linni-3]

I think a lot of things I do not say

and bite my tongue with the force of a punch

you do not see it, do you?

the anger in my eyes,

put there by my father

do you see the light put there by the moon?

I am a vortex of oxymorons-

frantic and calm, hateful and loving

my soul has never made much sense to me

but at least it orders itself out when I need it to

lord knows the fury in me strikes knives into those I love,

and cradles them with warmth not two minutes later

i overthink things in a strange way with this-

how can I be so angry at the world, and so angry at those around me, but love them just the same?

i was raised by rage and violence and the light of the stars above my bed

and momma always had a hand to hold when it wasn't occupied by a drink

I never really experienced the order of a family

the hot rage of my father, mixed with the cold front he had when I said "i love you"

and the wedge my mother hammered between us herself

showed me all I really needed to know about my origins

but is it nature or nurture?

or are they the same

or am I simply missing something? that one thing that makes you whole?

my hands will only sweat because I am contemplating why I am the way I am, my love, it has nothing to do with you

[linni-3]

your heart thumps in a pattern, don't you see?

you were made to exist, it was all deliberately organized

why else would your eyelashes fall like that?

your hair has a mind of its own because it is supposed to

you cry at every left thing because it was meant to be that way

your fingers twiddle and your smile is lopsided

and it is all as it was made to be

your heart thumps in a pattern

because you are meant to be here

it is all on purpose.

[weltenwellen]

Donika Kelly, "Out West”, Bestiary

[linni-3]

the morning birds sing to me about

a time when it is quiet

when the trees sway with peace and the road disturbs the life no more

a dream, if you will

centuries away

when the roots crack through that asphalt

and when the ivy overtakes the skyscrapers

all of the animals in the forest

will see no difference between a bush and a torn, rusted road sign

and the boundaries and destruction of humanity

were never taught to them,

only whispered

in this time the sky will be bluer than ever before

and venice will be drowned with love

the ice caps will be frosty and cool

and the rainforests will grow back

no plane will fly overhead

and the pigeons will make do with what is left

the ground will be lush and green

and the rain won't feel like a warning

we will not be here for this-

it will take place long after our passing

but I listen to the chirp of the morning birds

and I allow myself to slip away into it

maybe some other god will come along

one more forgiving, less cruel

and in this garden of eden the rules aren't so strict

and we won't know the same darkness

as we did at the start of our family tree

[linni-3]

i am made of porcelain, my love

why are you surprised

that i cracked

with only a kiss?

[linni-3]

solitaire does the eldest daughter lay upon the table,

the lone card after the entire deck has been played through

enraged does the king stare at her from the stack,

being ever so carefully placed in its box

he wills her to join with that look in his eye

the look he had before he struck the queen down from her throne

the look she knew all too well

he crucifies her within the construes of his mind

while she remains on the table; though it is important to remark

alone does not equate to loneliness

and she has no urge to leave her hill

chosen years ago to die upon

the rest of the deck will take the side of the king

as they so often do

they will shame and bash her for her decisions

the jack will tell her she is selfish

and the queen will remind her that blood is thicker than water

while she herself is bruised and cracked

the daughter may call out occasionally

begging her queen and her jack to join her

but alas she sits

solitaire upon the table

[weltenwellen]

Leila Chatti, from “Tea”

[linni-3]

there is nothing I wish more in the world

than for you to consume my heart.

to tear my ribcage open and swallow my heart, piece by piece

maybe then you could gain some perspective on my character

if that is not enough my dear, cut open my skull and eat my brain next. do so with care, my soul is still intact. can you see what I see? can you think how I think?

maybe the flesh on my hands will work better. taste the places and people i have touched, feel the things I have clung to for solace.

if that does not satisfy you, move on to my cheeks. with every bite you will taste my tears and how they landed here so many times. feel the touch of a former lover caress me, and feel the sting of a former lover strike me.

your stomach is not full quite yet, so move to my thighs. slice off chunks of my skin as I used to do so myself. feel the hands of the many men who wanted what they could not have, and feel the hands of the ones who took it anyways.

still desperate for satiation? consume my ears, my love. listen to the words i have taken into me, turned into me, hear the stab of an ex friend and the song of a new one. listen to the music I sought comfort in, the poetry I read aloud to myself.

are you still hungry? alright, eat my soul. it is all I have left to offer, dear. be careful not to choke, it can be rather aggressive.

my dear, there is no reason to keep eating my flesh. you have seen all you can see of me- the rest is simply a body.

...

i have nothing more of substance to satisfy you, but you now sit here picking my bones clean.

this will do nothing but make you starve further.

[inkskinned]

every week someone else is new on the internet and it can be you and it could save your life and it could make you money and it could have corporations in your comments calling you cute and sexy and beautiful and isn't that lovely?

i had a nightmare of a future where at red lights and stop signs, an ad would play across the stoplight. advertisers had sold it as "encouraging drivers to pay more attention." i woke up covered in thin sweat, grateful i don't live there yet.

i am playing video games with my girlfriend, make a twitch stream. i am good at makeup, make a youtube. i am good at crafts and mildly funny. tiktok and instagram and brand deal paid partnership.

commodity! make yourself a commodity! in this economy if you land the dehumanization of advertisement that's a godsend. get that bag! chase that coin! good luck paying off your student loans! make yourself a billboard. karl marx crawling in his grave, paint yourself as capitalist hellscape. show your followers. be terribly alone. build an empire of bone.

run, rat! run! but first, check to see if your fur is sleek. for that all-natural glow, check the link in bio.