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The Doom of Man

It is our fear of death that drives us;

Harder,

Faster,

To a more glorious end.

We pine for that which we fear.

We crave the rush,

Like modern junkies clinging to old opiates.

An endless cycle of medicating

The fear

with intense fright.

Looking for the next high.

The next world disaster;

Who is more fearful than I?

We move;

We move.

#poem #poetry #death #fear

Someone correct me if I’m wrong, but feminism is to ensure that women have the right to express themselves without judgement, whether that be appearance, opinions, career choices, etc?

So why are there so many self-proclaimed feminist slating other women for how they dress?

You are hypocrites.

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visual-poetry

»bye« by anatol knotek

animated version, from my »anachronism« book (unique, handmade chapbook, 16 poems, DIN A6, with sewn bindings;)

[if you like to buy the book, please contact me on tumblr or via email: anatol(at)anatol(dot)cc]

capheria

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Bang

#yes

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not.fucking.allowed

#omfg get oUT.#eurgh. my nether regions.

I am hungry. Shame has emptied my stomach and filled it with guilt. I will abandon sleep, I think as I sit up, back clicking and grinding together as it straightens. My toes, slick with sweat, mesh with the carpet, wriggling against the strands of soft flooring. I sit like this for a moment, head rolled back, eyes shut, hands fisted in the bed-sheets. I try to think. I try to think of summer and of the sea and of my cat who can be heard biting on her nails under the protection of twilight in some shadow of my room.

I try to think but all I can see are her lips.

#first person #writing #writing blog #creative writing #literature #Prose #ashamed #angry #worry #guilt #Miscellaneous #toying around with writing from the perspective of a confused sixteen year old #in first person #which is a bitch #don't mind me

I generally catergorise my poetry into three sections: Up, Horny, Down.

The phrase is taken from an E4 programme called Sirens. The episode titled Up, Horny, Down was about post-traumatic stress. My catergorisation has nothing to do with that.

I just liked the way it sounded.

#obnoxious much shaks?

Nymph

She was wild.

She was nature.

She howled with the wind and

raged with the sea.

She was the earth and the sky and the

sun,

ever consuming,

ever wanting.

She was life.