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maggot !! 𖤐﹒
Any pronouns ♡ artist / poet !!
minor (21 -)
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poetry based + other types of art
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some days, like today, i say that i am nothing, because i am nothing, and thats okay- because even nothing is something
-x
Original en Español, and a translation
One of my favorite poems from one of my favorite painters.
True violence
You may frighten from hits and wounds but a greater doom revolves your life in circles.
It waits like a vulture who's eyes are spirals, it waits and it feast on a bigger meal
True violence
Is a boy who's been convinced by a his society that the only way to be a man is to cage all emotion
True violence
Is the dried welling tears of a girl who's value is measured and weighted
True violence
Roams along into their children, who are yet to understand a comforting warmth
True violence
That leaks like a pest and poisons generations, for one small child to process it all. True violence, is the acts that makes us all victims and abusers
I die at the hands of god, loveless.
My carcass rotten, but soul reborn. With new eyes, I dance with the sun; Who shines with joy at life, new norms
In a careless hole of dirt in water Who cares for more
Spirals and patterns of ghosts, behold Rebirth the light, but live with joy
dearest lover,
today i am really feeling the effects of isolation,
but i am not bored enough to suffer.
my spirit misses yours, and that’s the only way i can say it,
i grieve, you grieve -
or maybe i expect and you appreciate
or maybe i am the one making an illusion out of love, constantly romanticizing memories, making myself lovesick,
the word limerence changed my life. i am aware, no need to be a sarcastic asshole or state the obvious.
now how many years do i need to hate you to offset the years i spent loving you? - i am so glad i never had many lovers,
i feel sacred in a way, and i believe men can sense it.
-x
he calls me angel, &. all my problems leave my body.
-x
i think people get offended when you are not ashamed of things they were taught to be ashamed of.
-x
me to the three people who interact with my posts
I don't believe in god
Yet I sit in the pews,
Singing hymns of strangers,
Whispering prayers into hollow halls,
Thinking of the Christmas roast,
I'm an intruder in gods house,
Burgling traditions like precious gems,
One thief stealing from the other,
Happy Yule.
Anaïs Nin, Henry and June: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931-1932
Yours.
I know you don't care, how could you? There's nothing here for you to care about.
When im crying, pleading, begging you to emphasize with me, I can feel your hatred like a thick fog, swallowing me whole.
I know your heart belongs to logic, but mine belongs to you.
I am completely and solely yours.
On a leash, bleeding from my neck, I am yours.
I’m not writing as much as I’d like trying to focus on simply living don’t always achieve even that