🏹🤍 Poems And My Thoughts

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Hello!! This is my intro I guess 🥹🥹

My name is rose (fake ofc I can’t risk people finding this)

I go by she/her, I’m 51 🔄, I’m bi, I act, and most importantly I write and love poetry 🤍🤍

I like hunter x hunter, any queer show ever, Mha, Conan gray ofc, and reading

Love bedrotting and wallowing though

Anyways, that being said, this is my secret ass account to post anything I want!! Please considering following if u fw my poetry 👀👀

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Why aren’t there songs for people who are the problem? Where are the poets who know their place? Why do I walk on moral high ground with a smirk on my face? I don’t take comfort in hurting others, or do I just not know myself? Am I in love or under a treacherous spell? Do people acknowledge wrongdoings with no guilt? Am I going to be another American who changes nothing? Will I say I broke the generational curse? Will I? Will my train of thoughts ever end? Will I ever stop loving the words I write more than my own life? Will my words ever stop at my mouth? Will they keep shooting for a fragile heart? Will I ever love again? Will I ever put this to an end? Will I ever write something I like again? Will I love my life in ten years? Will I want my daughter to read these abdominal confessions? When will her birthday be? When will it be my turn to rot with the trees?

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When I had no development and I was small

My father would lift my up in his arms, toss me in the air toward heaven.

He would often tell me he loves me, and whenever I date a boy he will be the one to scare him off.

My father would cook, clean, and stubbornly watch his little girl grow.

When I grew and I had development, stretch marks and cellulite along with feminine curves

My father would knock me down, somewhere towards hell.

He would tell me how we’re alike, and whenever I date I’ll scare them away.

My father would beat, scream, manipulate, and bewilder me with violent tendencies.

I blocked it out for so long.

The screaming became static, something I hadn’t thought of.

But when I see myself reflecting violence in my lover’s eyes,

It occurs to me that maybe he knew the truth, and when people say

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree

Or

If a father cheats, the daughter will face repercussions

It’s nothing but the stubborn, bewildering truth of nature.

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Staying up all night writing then ignoring everyone during the day bc I’m sleeping ❤️‍🩹

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When writing, do you think about what you want to say beforehand or just go into flow state or both 👀

Think beforehand I’m organized and prepared da fuq

Flow stateeeee

Both

Mix/other

Voting ended onJul 15

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When the world wakes.

Tress will truly tremble.

Cars will commute carry-ons.

Grass will grow green.

And I always await.

Being, purely, because beauty.

Doesn’t wait due duty.

When the world wakes.

I hope to see the goddess of my desire,

the one who lit me on fire,

the one woman who knows what I think past my words,

the one who interprets my misroutes and thoughts.

The one that tends.

To, me, towards tranquility.

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Today I was told to “not sweat the petty and don’t pet the sweaty.” While I appreciate the message, I think I took it too personally. Too seriously. I didn’t laugh. Didn’t even smile like a kind person would. I’m thinking of this joke and trying not to think of myself. Trying to think of the dmv smell and organ donor posters - Pete the cat telling me how many lives I could save. Trying to think of when this half balded man was told this, and by who? His father or mother? Perhaps a teacher or who he named his child after. I’m not trying to think about all the times people overthought me. I’m not sure how to stop it, though. I wonder if I was on a waiting list for something, but refusing to share, if id be shunned or take and take and be true to my nature. I know I would take if I could. If not I’d take off. I’d come around to the second half, recognizing the soggy back hair I stroke as I say to not worry about me. Instead, I answer “no thank you” to being an organ donor.

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Yall how do I get a girl back after I tell her I mistook my love for her for wanting a relationship 🤣🤣🤣🤣

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My wounds have been dug with my own hands

Flesh torn away and nerve endings that found pain to be reciprocal if I cause it

If I let my blood show like an active volcano the smoke show clouds villages and traps tourists, kills animals and abuses material resources

So I bandage it up with my own hands

No red or blue to seep through, no medical records to prove my pain is true

The volcano sits sterile, still, and hard to move; trapping gasses and different hues. people live near and far and don’t think about future safety precautions

I won’t let anyone worry about my own, lasting, belligerent hands

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I’ve never seen how to lose a guy in ten days but I think I’m the gay version of that