my poems: hold me for christ's sake & you are every hyme
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my poems: hold me for christ's sake & you are every hyme
delve into these..
literally quit my job to focus on reading in the sunshine, writing in my notesapp, doodling in the margins..
queer religious poems, being sun-kissed, the smell of suncream and counting freckles on skin
notesapp excerpt:
love might be a bedroom, but it was never between your two drawers.
your side tables spilled out all the ways i could never love you
and your bottom drawer told tales of love from other voices.
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all i've ever wanted was to dress like lola from charlie and lola
all i've ever wanted was to dress like lola from charlie and lola
i have a new found love.. for love; i will be telling everyone i have a glimmer of feeling for how i feel ! how they smell ! how they taste ! how they light up the room ! how closeness brings me saviour ! and how much love i have for them ! everyone of them.
some in's & out's of late february..
in:
• annotating second-hand books
• novellas
• fruit juice
• sequins
• speaking rather than dying
out:
• caffinated coffee
• vaping (what are we 5yrs old?)
• croissants
• staying stagnant
• dying rather than speaking
i am the epitome of heart on my sleeve ! and that is full of love ! and hope ! and care ! and remembering ! i am telling everyone i adore them now and forever !
love is real it's in my bones !
my poem entitled: molasses
first picture: standard form
second picture: cover image
excerpt from my notesapp: the night we slept together my body lost a seed. it went missing between the duvet and i wonder if you still feel it underneath the matress when you sleep. i cried underneath your covers and you kissed me. i told you how i had been touched and you touched my leg.
brown eyes that hold the stars ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗
Below is my dissection of a poem that I've still been finding my footing with that I wrote just before midnight on New Year’s Eve before 202
Please check out my Substack article on dissecting my nye poem ☆
If you ever wanted to read a girl's diary here it lies..