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my name’s olivia and i specialize in poetry and love! other blogs: polarioid & arthoesunshine (p.s. buy my poetry collection on amazon! it’s called What Makes Honey Dark) or buy me a coffee here!! —> https://buymeacoffee.com/arthoesunshine

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I heard you have a book of poetry out? What's it called and where can I find it?

What Makes Honey Dark , it can found at this link on Amazon <3

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if youve ever liked my blog or my writing consider buying me a coffee? Xoxo buymeacoffee.com/arthoesunshine

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collab about flies

my poetry x drawings by sophiechmelart (instagram)

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i like to pretend i already died and asked god to send me back to earth so i can swim in lakes again and see mountains and get my heart broken and love my friends and cry so hard in the bathroom and go grocery shopping 1,000 more times. and that i promised i would never forget the miracle of being here

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how to stop isolating yourself?? the answer is give up on code and hidden messages. love fully and loudly and truthfully and always. be deliberate. be open. feel everything. but won’t it be hard? won’t it hurt? yes!!!! yes.

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i’m a forest full of wolves. i’m a prey animal. my bed is on fire. my hands are red. i’m getting kicked in the stomach til i cough up blood. there’s dogs at my heels. there’s azalea in my throat. i’m trying to renounce suffering but everything i do is underlined by sacrifice. but i do believe in desire. i believe in karma. i believe in monarch butterfly migrations, and salmon who remember each arm of the river. and i’m still trying to figure out if i’m hopeless or if someday i’ll be saved, gasping, pulled from the river by you again.

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please, keep writing. keep drawing. keep painting. please keep making your art no matter how many may try to push you down. the world does not have nearly enough artists. 

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i don’t know. i love you. there’s not much more to it. i wonder often if i’m dreaming away the central verse of my youth. if i’ll wake up one day and be a little less than i am now. tell me i’m whole. tell me i’m good. tell me you’ll carry me through the melting skies of this chorus of our lives and that someday i’ll wake up next to you.

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collages for the end of the world (2020)

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i was hungry for everything when i was younger. i was like an ocean. i wish i could remember being a child. i wonder if the world knows when someone is about to die. if something is holding its breath for me. i don’t want to think about backup plans or second chances or ever ending things with anybody. i was too young to love her in the right way, too desperate to love him now. i don’t want to be anybody!! i just want to hold you!

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how poignant and heart-rending is it that we’re all going to work or school and riding our bikes and feeding our dogs and driving to the grocery store and emailing back our coworkers and yet among it all we’re each screaming (somewhat out of sync) someone please please love me for this for something for anything!

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you know i’m in love with you, in a hopeless, clumsy, summer kind of way, a two kids meeting at the crosswalk, gripping their handlebars with slick palms way. in a wind-filled car way, in a hanging mistletoe way, in the sprightly blinking of a string of christmas lights way. you know i’m in love with you because half of you is you and the other half of you is me. and you know that from the first time i saw you i thought you were glittering, unwild, like the place in rivermouth where fish grapple for a decision. and it was then that i thought you’re mine, mine, mine, mine in the way that the fish belong to the river’s own struggle.

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Hi! My name is Holly and I am trying to compile a collection of poems regarding angels and demons and publish it on Wattpad. I was wondering if I could include your poem that's based off a prompt called "demon in love with an angel" Of course, it's completely okay whether you say yes or not, I just wanted to ask. There is no money involved and you would be credited through both a link to your blog and by name, should you choose to accept. Thanks, Holly!

sure!! ty for asking! as long as my blog is credited that’s fine :)

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what i think i mean is that i’d like to taste lakewater with my tongue, hum about cherry trees with my raw throat, be a firefly in a plastic bottle blinking against the seething backdrop of night. make myself your mouth, a shining artifact; a deep breath of panic, a blistering tremble of stars.

and what i think i mean by this litany is please don’t mind me. i’m figuring everything out all over again & i don’t think i’ll ever stop.

funny how each person’s breathing has its own rhythm. how concrete skins knees clean. how i slipped on some rocks in the river while trying to cross it that one time & how i fell and cracked my head open. thus, all my time spent healing.

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november: snow like empty dawn, songbirds singing through the mantle of oncoming winter, the deep and ripe smell of coffee brewing, gold eyelet of a headlight circling some spot in the darkness

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Prompt idea??:: heaving

non-memories of thyme, forests, birds, tears, war: given to me by the raven outside my window, his feathers scattered across the state. dirty dishes pile in my sink. i cling to the currency of emptiness.

the mantle of winter shields the fox. who starves.

we’re two ends of the same string. hungry patches of sunlight. pitted against time. flicking tongues waiting to know one another.

fox-jaws, delicate, sly, comely. clear dark ripe eyes. teeth clamoring.

night blooms into fragrant, dark morning. hubristic are the passerines, who sing through the oppressive snow. no scavengers here, they tell me. no swift paws, muddy with blood. no gods. no men. they’ve lain dead for years; and this we celebrate.

today we’ll feed on the heaving corpses of the non-rapacious. thus sings the underbrush.

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my god hates me. my god climbed out her window last night and threw pebbles up through mine. my god sings me to sleep. my god picked a cherry tree clean in the empty light of morning and sat in the shade for the afternoon, sucking out the red from the pits. my god pressed her forefinger into the mountainsides to make the valleys. my god dug trenches and filled them up with seawater. my god invented yearning. my god invented infatuation. my god kissed me on the mouth. she did it again. she did it again.