I bleed poems

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I bleed poems
Would anyone deeply enjoy me
if my wellbeing wasn’t at stake?
Do you really want me there
Or is that just for my sake?
It’s my feelings you try to spare
But it’s still some kind of ache
I know you do it because you care
But still here i lie awake
Wondering if i’m what you choose
Or what you have to partake
Does my presence add to your views
Or just a guilt you can’t shake?
wanted to dance but i kept spinning towards the butcher - 6/25/26 (adornself)
Def heavy: mentions SA, prostitution, drug use, incest, and medical trauma
Though my eyes are now dry
I won't forget a single tear I cried
You may think it was nothing
But don't you know mother dear
The axe forgets but the tree remembers
from love as an act of merciful conquer by silas denver melvin
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[Text ID: “you want to be loved if only to prove it possible: to tell the world that someone saw you as a conquest & came back alive. that above all else, you are worthy of the risk, the effort. you want someone to serve you the evidence: (in italics) you are not as damned as you think you are. you are not as damned as you think you are (end italics)”. /End ID]
en esa época fichaba diamantes por la diagonal
sopa de calabaza con queso y huevo guisado de garbanzos y chorizos
hay un mundo que se reparte en el rumor de lenguas de los sobrevivientes
íbamos encontrando la gloria del día en el whisky robado futura cresta de la ola de la tiniebla entumecida
¿cuántas veces pasamos por acá? y sin embargo
y sin embargo todo esto es nuevo
el ciclo se reinicia entre los yuyos que la plaza apalanca entre sus ruinas pidiendo a gritos la revancha
arroz con verduras salteadas alitas de pollo y papas al horno milanesa de berenjena
MISSING & GONE
i wrote this based on a song by PJ Harvey titled 'missed' that can be interpreted to be about the virgin mary. it speaks to me on so many levels, despite not being religious. how little thought, it seems, is given to mary being a little girl who gave birth. how her son was stolen from her. how she had to grow up alongside her son, allegedly the child of god.
i did tons of research on her specifically to write this to make sure i got it right so as not to be disrespectful or give incorrect information.
i hope you enjoy this (: it's one of my favorite things i have ever written.