Poetry

Gray pan romantic/asexual. They/Them she/her. Kid of the tribe✡️ . Artist and poet coming to slay your way.

[poet-tree-my-dear]

I love you like I love the ocean

The quiet tides hush my racing mind

And the sea brings me peace

It draws me in, even when it's cold,

Asking me to spread over my warmth.

It's calming

The push and the pull of the waves,

Rocking me into serenity

Not giving a care if I jump into

its salty waters unannounced

I can just be in its stillness

Floating amongst the whispered secrets of the birds and fish

And when it gets too rough

I can calmly sit at its shore, watching the tide

Feeling it come over my toes

And rushing away under my seat

Only to return moments later.

It's a constant, directed by the moon and winds

Natural forces that keep the balance

I love the ocean when I am away from it

Looking forward to when I can see it again

And leaving its waters forlorn, but happier than when I first arrived

Awaiting for the day, when I can be seaside for all time.

[soul-hammered]

[weabooweedwitch]

I love that the pandemic actually definitively proved a lot of those "hard" questions for us. Masking up reduced cases of the flu to almost nonexistent numbers and we had zero flu deaths for a time. The welfare and social service and unemployment programs helped keep people living paycheck to paycheck out of poverty, and those stimulus checks some folks keep complaining about actually massively benefitted the common man and the economy. Individual personal travel was so extremely restricted on a global scale that we basically have concrete proof that individual restraint in terms of driving cars or travelling means absolutely nothing by comparison because the mass pollution is coming from the fisheries and the corporations with private jets and container ships. Working from home actually has massive benefits for a company like productivity boosts and better mental health of employees while also saving gas

and we're just. Willingly going back to how everything was before. We were shown how to do things better and the people in charge said "that's nice but we just want to get everything 'back to normal' :)"

[poet-tree-my-dear]

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[poet-tree-my-dear]

[scurvgirl]

I haven’t seen this on my dash so here it is. The U.S. House of Representatives passed a bill codifying same-sex marriage and it is now going to the Senate where there really is an actual chance of it passing. Sure, there are assholes who won’t support it, but there are Republican senators willing to support it and we need their support to get this passed. If you live in a state with a Republican senator, please call the senate office telling them that as a constituent, you support same-sex marriage and the Respect for Marriage Act.

The following senators are reported to be undecided, if one of these senators is yours, CALL!!!

Richard Burr, North Carolina

Roy Blunt, Missouri

Mike Braun, Indiana

Joni Ernst, Iowa

Cynthia Lummis, Wyoming

Rand Paul, Kentucky

Mitch McConnell?, Kentucky (yeah, I’m shocked the evil undead gizzard demon is in the undecided category as well but…might as well pressure the fucker)

Mitt Romney, Utah 

Mike Rounds, South Dakota (specifically Mr. Rounds is quoted as acknowledging difference between a religious marriage and a legal one, go ahead and specify that you support granting couples the legal rights and protections that are given with a legal marriage)

Rick Scott, Florida 

Dan Sullivan, Alaska (notably, Mr. Sullivan is quoted to recognize and respect the existing Supreme Court ruling on same-sex marriage! Pressure this man!!)

John Thune, South Dakota

Patt Toomey, Pennsylvania

Tommy Tuberville, Alabama

Todd Young, Indiana

This information was gathered from CNN on 7/21/22.

For clarification: Same-sex marriage is legal in all 50 states right now based on the 2015 Supreme Court ruling. But, with the court standing as it is and with Roe being taken down, codifying same-sex marriage in law would mean that the Supreme Court would have a much, MUCH harder time stripping away the right. This is important. Marriage as a legal binding is critical to allowing spouses to visit each other in the hospital, make medical decisions, share assets, adopt and form families, and more. We need TEN Republicans to support the bill, so far there are FIVE likely supporters - we need AT LEAST FIVE MORE.

Please reblog this!!!

[poet-tree-my-dear]

Blue

The vastness of the waves 

Pulling me in and out 

Of misery and calmness

Chilling me to the bone with each 

Crushing wave

There’s no limit how high I can go

Sitting among the clouds and birds 

In this infinite clueless 

World- filled with finite clueless 

People

No amount of tang or blandness

Will deter me from eating 

The berries filled with surprises 

Of wonder in each small bite

Of seeds and juices

The ever expanding world we live in 

With sparks of gasses to illuminate 

The darkness during times of 

Misery and 

Calmness. 

5 minutes ago the sky was lit on fire

Pouring through my blinds was

the last bit of light

The winds had calmed and clouds moved ever

Just so. 

The sky turns a lilac purple with a bright

Hot pink and orange belt. 

It sits in the worlds calm before 

Being taken away by the crimsony purple and 

Navy 

Swatches of colors take the sky. 

Soon becoming a silky black backdrop 

For night has come 

And the demons and misery 

can be let out. 

[poet-tree-my-dear]

Grief

Grief, a sad thing to have but it is 

all the love you never got to give.

It is the pain you feel all at once 

And you learn to live with it. Through every 

twist and turn in life. It is the way to 

express the love that is directionless. 

So we turn it into pain about losing 

someone we held so dear. It 

becomes easier to redirect the 

pain towards the one who has been lost 

to us. The one who made everything 

better with his words and his whole being. 

The bear hugs and strong arms that made 

everything else fall away when he was 

near. The love that was small gifts and in 

actions. His smile that made everyone 

around him smile. The listening ears 

and encouraging words that made 

everything feel okay again. One 

of the best people to come into my life 

and make things, make sense. The friendships I made 

because of you, and the relationships 

I’m holding on tight to, in spite of losing you. 

I will always love you. Watch over us, 

Okay? 

[winksasleeplesseye]

Look, I’m indifferent to Captain Carter, I am. But a lot of the stuff I’ve seen from people comes off weird when we’re dealing with a multiversal film. And maybe a tad sexist/misogynistic.

Her being a variant doesn’t take away from our main MCU timeline with Sam as our MAIN Captain America. A lot of the hate I’ve seen just comes off as unnecessary especially for a small role again, IN A FILM CALLED MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS.

Some people wanted Sam in her place, when Sam has no logical reason to be in this film as he doesn’t deal in the cosmic/magic aspect of the MCU (that we know of yet). So you want him to get his ass handed to him by Wanda? Some MCU fans do not use common sense.

And let’s not forget she’s getting a cameo while Sam is getting a whole FILM for himself. So, like let’s chill and give it time.

[queenmoriarty]

Shh…

fairies sleep here 🧚‍♀️

[poet-tree-my-dear]

Can I marry here?

[poet-tree-my-dear]

Dormant

After years of starvation and losing hope

I know what a relapse feels like.

It starts off as a nagging thought

that turns intrusive

Until I only have that ringing in my head.

It’s the late nights when I can't fall asleep

because I’m just so hungry

For peace inside my head and calmness on the outside.

I turn to self harm to make the pain

physical rather than emotional, because then

Maybe I’ll release the dam of tears

that’s been sitting for years.

I turn to substances of the internet,

Hours of wasting away behind video after video

Of numbing colors and images because it’s

Easier to be distracted than thinking.

Because at the end of the day I know

if I had the courage to kill myself I would.

But I don’t because there’s still the last bit of

Hope that’s dormant. I know it’ll be soon when it

Erupts and breaks me down, but until then I’m

Going to give it enough pressure to erupt.

Because even artificially making me happy is better

Then waiting around.

[poet-tree-my-dear]

Whole

The stars stuck up in the inky blue backdrop

thousands of lightyears away. 

Can’t you tell they are looking down at us. 

Watching and guiding our every move. 

From birth until death they guard us

From the time we can look up 

back at the stars

and be in awe

and wonderment

we stare up at the stars and we want to go there. 

We want to explore the worlds so far away from us. 

Instead of the world we live in now. 

We look past the atmosphere to escape 

the crisis we have made for ourselves. 

We shoot for the moon 

and hope to land in the stars

But sometimes we don’t shoot 

But stay grounded to stare up into 

the expansive wholesome universe 

filled with wonder. 

[poet-tree-my-dear]

Daughter of Jacob

I was taken, 

I was taken and violated by a grotesque man. 

My body, no longer was mine. 

I remember I was a young maiden, I wasn’t fully yet grown, 

just a girl. 

My father heard, and didn’t say anything. 

My brother’s heard, and were angry. 

their sister, me, had been dishonored and deflowered. 

They came up with a plan. 

They were going to kill my violator and his fellow men. 

My father outraged that they killed out of spite. 

Reprimanding them for not being slow to anger. 

They stood up for me. 

“Should our sister be treated as a whore?” 

My father said nothing. 

I was raped. 

I was raped and then talked to as an object. 

My body was being bartered and spoken about, a trade.

I was just a young maiden, I wasn’t fully yet grown. 

I was just a girl, 

the daughter of Jacob who had been raped. 

[poet-tree-my-dear]

The One Who Left

She left me without saying goodbye

Disappearing into the night

To never be seen again

She left me without proper closure

Leaving me with conversations unfinished

To never be picked up again

She left me with memories

Moments of time frozen in place

To never be had again.

She left me with an empty space

No longer in the physical places we found comfort in

To never be loitered again

She left me with a better version of me

Accepting who I became

To never be distant again.

[poet-tree-my-dear]

Boundries

Hands- 

        like to feel things

        to touch what’s not theirs. 

Hands find themselves on warm cups of tea, 

or on a nice scrumptious sandwich you’re gonna eat. 

In museums of science hands discover the differences of cold and heat. 

They allow us freedom, to write and pick up

and to hug. 

To discover our senses and ourselves. 

But hands don’t always touch things that are theirs to touch. 

Hands find their ways on germ infested polls, into piles of trash

or they reach out for unhealthy snacks. 

Or they find their ways onto peoples bodies. 

Touching and squeezing what shouldn’t be. 

Violating other people’s boundaries,

and robbing them of feeling safe. 

Hands- 

     Can be used for goodness in the world 

      but 

      they can also be used to destroy people. 

[poet-tree-my-dear]

Change

Staring at photos of myself 

from the other day and I 

feel so gross in my own skin 

and body. 

I want to step out of it 

and to never return. 

It would feel so nice to 

do that. 

So freeing if we could 

switch out of them. I 

wouldn’t have to hate myself

like that. 

I could just breathe easy 

and live my life instead of 

constantly feeling like a slug or a

bottom feeder.

I could put more of my 

energy into better, productive 

things. But instead I just sit in 

self hate.  

[poet-tree-my-dear]

Dormant

After years of starvation and losing hope

I know what a relapse feels like. 

It starts off as a nagging thought 

that turns intrusive

Until I only have that ringing in my head. 

It’s the late nights when I can’t fall asleep 

because I’m just so hungry

for peace inside my head and calmness on the outside. 

I turn to self harm to make the pain 

physical rather than emotional, because then 

maybe I’ll release the dam of tears 

that’s been sitting for years. 

I turn to substances of the internet, 

hours of wasting away behind video after video 

of numbing colors and images because it’s 

easier to be distracted than thinking. 

Because at the end of the day I know 

if I had the courage to kill myself I would. 

But I don’t because there’s still the last bit of 

hope that’s dormant. I know it’ll be soon when it 

erupts and breaks me down, but until then I’m 

going to give it enough pressure to erupt. 

because even artificially making me happy is better 

then waiting around. 

And to me that’s all the hope I need.