Bubbles

I write poems then put them here. Bisexual Content.

[pillowprinc3ss]

Shadow Walker

I’m a single car in a car park at night, or a bucktooth rabbit that won’t

stop looking to see If their listening. Consonants and vowels

rolled off its tongue and into mine. The next day I felt a narrow eyed cat

crouch behind a desk hoping they didn’t see. But I still don’t know

what anything means, especially the crevices in your shoe. I tried to carve

it in mine and failed so I moved on. Mostly I think I’m unuttered

infinished conversations, maybe even a half eaten bowl of stale food.

[magsmash]

when u and ur friends look fresh af

[pillowprinc3ss]

Apples and Oranges Baby

          I have only met selfish people. They brush past you and ask things of you then give you nothing in return. They will take your love. They will take the ones       you love no matter how much you fight. They will sit on their beds and undress your lovers or text fuck them to oblivion.

       I have only loved selfish people. They will tell you how you are even though they live outside your mind. They will tell you what to do no matter how much          you protest. It must be their way or the highway. They will love you back but only in their selfish way. 

      I can’t ever live in times, I live parallel to them. I can only ever hold their hands and walk with them. I can’t hug times or kiss or fuck them (Of                 course, I have to include sexual content, what would my poem be without it). I feel a numbness to it. I feel like I want to do more than watch them undress for        once. For once or maybe more than once I want to fuck times. 

MALEVOLENT

[whatafkncunt]

Mixed Feelings

There was an oil spill a few years back. Or,

let me rephrase,

An ocean drowned and everyone apologized to each other.

Except the tabloids, they were mostly just angry.

A collective dream about slicked black penguins swaddled in dish soap and

hardhat men buying ad space behind my eyelids.

Did you know Sam’s Clean can destroy 99.9% of petroleum stains,

a few nights of limping turtles,

and no replies?

-

She bathed in beach. Couched me beside her so we could watch Sunday TV cry.

Here’s a collective dream about Sitcom love and gripping for sadness through pre-recorded laughter.

It seemed like the TV just wanted to cry. Everyday of every hour that’s all it did.

These things are important tatted into thinning capillaries.

These things should be mourned.

I called her my girl and she let me swallow her like faucet water.

She sealed her mouth, drew circles in the air and cried over silence. Tell me what was so damn important.

I cuddle her and grip for sorrow through laughter. 

For once, the beach is empty at noon.

~collab with @pillowprinc3ss

[sorga-deactivated20120706]

reblog if you're bored and you want anons.

[pillowprinc3ss]

A Written Apology

There's this person. They live in a lighthouse in the middle of a lake I live by.

I catch glimpses of them in different positions in the lighthouse. Sometimes they're upstairs in the bedroom, on the roof, in kitchen sometimes even the bathroom.

I don't see when they move though. I mean sometimes I do, most times I don't.

I'm not in love. I don't think I am. I feel nothing towards them. They're really cool to watch, that's all.

One night they had guests over. A bunch of them too. It was like the light house was going to explode. It was bursting with colorful sound. The entire night I thought "The walls might crack open." Could you imagine? the light house cracking open and a ton of people pour out like syrup. That would be funny.

They had a party every weekend after that, then every three days, then two and eventually it was a party every night.

I always wanted to see what it was like inside when a party was happening? I always wanted to drive my dads fishing boat over there and chug wine, I mean vodka. Well whatever they had I guess. That would be fun.

I didn't though. I just sat in my wheelchair and wrote apologies to them for not being able to make it again.

[racksley]

I need a girl to come sit between my legs and watch this movie with me while I stick my hands up her shirt

[pillowprinc3ss]

Same. Boobs are the best

[pillowprinc3ss]

My Earthly Possessions

Sink in my blood and soak in my words.

Bathe me in righteous ingenuity. I know my feelings are irrelevant. You know what I should think and breathe and eat and sleep. Make it so, my possession.

Go back and forth with the other so I know I'm wrong. Spit on the right places and squeeze hard on the neural tube of the others.

I like it when you make the right incisions but not when you cut deeply. Gently my possession, stroke cadavers gently.

I said to stroke gently. STOP!!!

I have lived for you. You asked me to live for you. Why have you forsaken me my possession?

Step on cadavers for me. That's what you're supposed to do. Bathe only in my blood and cut just me. Tell me how to eat and sleep and think.  

I bent over for you, I opened my mouth for you, I drank for you. I spread wide open for you.

So what if you swallowed toxins for me. I have done more. Submit to me, I have done more.

                     "Stop this worship, I don't care about you"

[pillowprinc3ss]

The Economy Is In Constant Floss

Sometimes you should to stop, drop and roll. Dress your bed every morning because it makes you more productive.

Did you eat today? or did you forget again?

Turn the volume up and pick up the pace, you know you have somewhere to be. I think it's cute when stick figures walk past me. The muscles contract and expand so easily yet they have none.

Slim figures in the distance always attract my attention. I'm curious to know which one of the fires you're burning.

Kill the small ones but make sure to preserve the larger no matter how detrimental. You can have your way with me but please don't touch others.  

I think there's a language barrier between us. I can feel when you want to and when you don't but see I don't really care if you want to. I do.

[whatafkncunt]

in my movies

the dragon isn’t slain. i come back carrying a rabbit’s heart

and you don’t even kiss me. there are no princesses anymore,

just the towers we locked them in.

beauty becomes hollowed bones, leaning against a window. waiting.

/

in this new godless vhs release, i will show that this universe is a plenum.

motion is an illusion, ghost. there is no moving on.

/

If I wanted to fuck, I would have asked. I’m tired of pretending I care about apologies. I bite the boy’s tongue out.

/

in my movies, the feeling doesn’t subside. it grows and grows until it spills over like a flooded bathtub. i star as Wet Rug. you star as Oh Shit I Forgot.

/

the house doesn’t crumble in this one. it doesn’t take 8 days for you to realize you can’t get through walls by walking around them

Jericho is not a proud place. It’s just lonely.

[thecolorofwords]

Artinspo #2

Welcome to The Color of Words! We are a blog that aims to showcase poetry and art. More specifically, to bridge the gap between these two mediums. We release Artinspo’s which will either highlight an artwork or a poem and challenge other artists to be inspired by it and create their own works.

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[pillowprinc3ss]

Bi boys can come get this love and affection bc YOU ARE FUCKING VALID!!!

[pillowprinc3ss]

God Is a Woman

They told me peaches glowed in the dark and bare                                                                                                                            butts rotated wildly

It really wasn’t what they said, or what                                                                                                                            I thought for the matter. Most of the time it was still and lightless. 

They said you had to talk or there would be silence and you had to feel unless you’d lose beautiful things. My problem wasn’t so much the silence but the fact that the silence hurt. And what’s up with this beauty everyone keeps talking about?

The sex is a no brainer and we repeated                                                                                                                           words faster than we produced new ones. She said we would become gods                                                                                                                            when we came but I still felt burns and demons of course. 

While taking your own advice can seem unbearable, it could be fucking great advice. Like boil noodles before you add the seasoning in. I know, it makes sense but boy is it hard.                       

[pillowprinc3ss]

I just wanna thank god for taking me this far bc without him I wouldn’t have been able to learn how to wink this summer. I’m still a work in progress but rest assured many a pussy shall be made wet.

[pillowprinc3ss]

I’m such a submissive masochist.

I sometimes overwhelm myself lol 😂.

PS I am fuckilicious.

[pillowprinc3ss]

I stick my tongue out in every snap I make.

[seirinesarchive-blog]

you know what’s really great? girls.

[pillowprinc3ss]

I concur.