Don't shoot the messenger

*swoosh*

[pauperprintspoetry]

[pauperprintspoetry]

you put me through my paces like you were writing a sequel to losing a guy in ten days, and I never changed my mind about you, but you outgrow the roots we'd planted, and the meaningful memories that we'd made.

so I snarled in pain, called down the rain, and in my brooding barked that I may directly persuade -told you to go, when you should have stayed, but you obeyed, so woe to us both, for by our own entrained, worldly instincts- two hearts got played,

~and our love drowned in its own fears, choked.

🌬💌

[pauperprintspoetry]

is it ok to say,

R.I.P. Taylor Swift

Long Live Taylor Kelce?

🧐

-Or was all that SIR/surname 'nonsense' negotiated otherwise during some sort of prenuptials?

<until such time as the matter can be answered, curious minds remain(s) pensive on the matter>

[aghosts-eulogy]

"but there is something that happens when you are told you are too much. you begin to ask everyone, "how small would you like me?""

[dollsdigitaldiary]

౨ৎ literally me <3

[pauperprintspoetry]

~i am and promise that i sh'all forever be- the pea that keeps you up at night, _______fully.

[iloveyoudeanwinchester]

I got denied for disability after waiting 2 ½ years for a response and the wording in the letter pissed me off. So I wrote a poem about it.

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Poem transcript under the cut

You are not disabled under our rules.

Your body may be in constant pain. 

Your back may bend in all the wrong ways and your muscles may feel like sunburned taffy in a press. 

You may be too dizzy to stand or sit for more than a few minutes at a time. 

You may have chronic migraines and chronic fatigue and a chronic sadness from a childhood lacking love. 

You may have a dysfunctional thyroid and dysautonomia. 

You may have to sleep more than you are awake and you may have to use a wheelchair or cane any time you are able to leave the house. 

But aren’t you aware the medications you take to make your pain more bearable can also make you sleepier? 

Aren’t you aware that everyone wants an excuse to not do the dishes and your extreme back pain is laughable? 

Aren’t you aware that your life is expendable? 

Aren’t you aware that we don’t care about you at all? 

You are able to work some; you are able to work more. 

Just adapt. 

Just push yourself more. 

Just break your body more.

Just be a good little number on a screen and stop screaming as we churn you through the system and beat you to a pulp. 

This is because you are not disabled under our rule.

[pauperprintspoetry]

this fuckin' uppercuts!

[fragile-things-archive]

the intimacy of sleeping together, but not in a sexual way. the intimacy of feeling the warmth of their body in a cool room. their hands hugging you tightly. the intimacy of synchronized breathing. sleepy half-kisses. feeling safe. feeling warm. waking up and realizing how much you love them. how precious this is. finding the happiness on the tip of your fingers, brushing their hair. closing your eyes again. pulling closer. falling asleep.

[pauperprintspoetry]

BEHOLD! A scintillating ring set, befitting of a beloved wife who never ceases to outshine all other women by doing nothing else but simply being true to herself at all times & in every way.

[elauel]

[kyle1]

Sweetheart,

what you don't seem to realize is that I don't want to talk to anyone but you.

I will talk to our Father always, and I will communicate effectively in all social situations like work, errands, and the like..

But...

I really don't want to make eyes at other girls

I don't want to oggle the things I can't have

I am so over and beyond window shopping...

I'd rather just pick "One," and give [her] a forever home already-!

& You know I choose you, -Like Pika-chu!

but Honeycakes, I don't want to pretend they are just another reaching tendril of the real you, hiding behind a face they found,

I don't want copy & paste, I want theTrue

So this is my Ctrl + Alt + Del <double tap> resetting the system memory in a blink, and clearing out whatever has been making that damnable stink.

-whatever the case, till you snap out of all this, I will shine as your lighthouse with my own beaming face.

theres nowhere I could go to staunch my own passions,

but Love Dove-

I don't want to talk to anyone anymore, if that anyone isn't specifically [You], and even then- what a waste to dribe even one more word if we make no point of doing it face-to-face, expressing in real-time, and talking true..?

my love cannot be stifled.

my love cannot be contained.

my love cannot be throttled,

or carburated..

but it can be read (I am an open book, Babe) and it most certainly shall be- in-full, repaid.

So quit the charade and quit hiding right in my sights so plain.

I love you, I love you, I love you.......

but each day we remain apart is clearly-

driving

us both

a tiddy-bit inn-sane <.<

stir-crazy,

pent-up and frustrated is what I am saying....

(or maybe it's just me.)

Why else would you get such a Nonny-esque love letter, from me, this early in the morning?

(I havent slept, again)

-much less one so formatted into these silly shapes, and written with such weirdy-o wording?

in any case , I hope you slept well,

and since its been so long since I really said it to [you] as (in)directly:

good morning! <3

[kyle1]

I am not madly in love...

I am accidentally in love...

I am purposefully in love...

I am earnestly in love...

I am devout in love...

I barely comprehend it...

But I wholly understand...

~because it is His love...

and I am His bride...

as just, a man...

[mournfulroses]

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a diary entry featured in Rapture & Melancholy; The Diaries of Edna St. Vincent Millay

[pauperprintspoetry]

and yet-

~may I join you?

[rotmance-deactivated20210324]

do you ever experience a moment of beauty and connection—like a call from a friend or the way soup your brother made you smells or the way you glimpsed the face of god when you heard a good song 20 times in a row one dark early morning or the way you see traces of dead loved ones in yourself the older you get—and think, “hey. maybe I can survive on moments like this forever. maybe i don’t need to express myself publically just because that’s the norm; maybe private moments of beauty are still enough, more enough than sharing everything or being understood or the idea of being accepted... maybe the loneliness of being has always been meant to be felt in conjunction with experiencing beauty... maybe nothing in between birth and death is real except revelatory experiences like this.” and then you have a sense of clarity, just for a bit, before it fades as normal habits take over... well, I think anything that you think or instinctively know during moments like that is the closest thing to clarity / understanding we all get to have. keep these moments close and don’t forget.

[msvhs-deactivated20251231]

Mary Oliver

[stlamb]

does anyone know if its worth the potential disappointment to have hope for a better tomorrow

[kyle1]

joy comes in the morning

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

i may never stop grieving the loss of you, but that’s okay. it means what we were was real.

[pauperprintspoetry]

~but we never touched and melded electrons to collapse the superposed wave function and thus nothing has been real, ever.. always imagined, and hoped for, but never grounded in reality. Never solid in dimensional fact. We are nothing now because we never were.. then or ever...

good day to you, stranger

[weltenwellen]

Warsan Shire, from "For Women Who Are Difficult to Love"

[pauperprintspoetry]

. . . and yet- I Am still here.

Lol. Where could I even go to get away from a love that overshadows all else, and which I can never truly escape. Hell, even now I have three mainstay recollections just of things I see at work all the time which remind me of you.. labels, names, equipment, processes, idetic memories all that reside as clear as daylight in my free-parking brain... and its all just the reflective echoes of your love which has consumed and swallowed me whole, to then allow me to subsist upon and survive inside -like I have been plugged into a whole new matrix mainframe, entirely of your design. . .