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whenever I get overstimulated I should be able to shake it off like this

nobody talks about how humiliating it is to have chronic fatigue before you know what fatigue is 😭 just going through life constantly miserable & feeling like you are failing everything but you can never explain why beyond saying "i'm too tired" which just sounds pathetic & like you don't care (it shouldn't but it does). tired is what healthy people feel after a long productive day & they restore it with sleep. fatigue is your body never making the energy in the first place

girls4losers

i gotta remember this

quaintpanic

I WAS BORN YESTERDAY. I JUST BLEW IN FROM STUPID TOWN. THIS IS MY FIRST RODEO. PLEASE BE PATIENT WITH ME.

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Politics is not fun.

And I never asked to be political.

But,

My body is political. The skin that I want to pluck and peel free of. It’s political.

I’ll go non verbal before I get to tell you, to beg you-

please don’t debate me out of existence.

In the subsequent silence, as you forcibly shed all I have left, you’ll stand tall and proud, oh so proud, and tell me, speak deep in to the shrivelled husk that is all that I can be, unpolitically political,

‘not once have i had a complaint about anyone feeling unsafe and unwanted’

I felt unsafe, I felt unsafe to say I felt unsafe, to say my body, my political body, felt unwanted.

My political body you robbed me of, my political body you robbed me of but it’s okay because debating is fun, let’s have a fun debate,

And Why are you shrinking, god you’re so shrivelled, it’s just a debate, now repeat after me

‘not once have i had a complaint about anyone feeling unsafe and unwanted’

In a pink salmon shirt he holds his gun. In a red beret he has his fun.

#writerscreed #poetry

There’s friendship in your black tin,

I’ve come for second hand smoke beneath a tree of drizzle forming fat rain drops.

It’s offered with instruction, as I must admit to naivety, my foolish limbs soak up fat fat rain drops.

Can you tell as I pinch your snuff that I’m sniffing up your kindness and fat fat fatter rain drops.

A quenching of many kinds.

#writerscreed #poetry #poetry portal #spilled ink

I suppose this is less a poem

And more a question

How do you call the Samaritans

When your voice has been stolen

Do they reach through the phone

Right through

Further still

Pull and pluck at the darkness in your chest

Until finally, you can take a breath

I don’t know

I just think, if they can find the room, they should put that on the poster too

#writerscreed #poetry #spilled ink

dragon-in-a-fez

the phrase "this machine kills fascists" has gone through enough layers of meaning that I think it's come all the way back around to where the funniest thing you could put it on would be a gun