Poetry Blog

A blog to hold all the poetry I've been writing recently. Hope you enjoy, I have asks enabled so feel free to drop me one.

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Hey guys

I'm trying something different this week, I'm going to be posting art inspired by the poetry I've already written. But visual art takes longer so I might get 1-2 posts done this week. I'm aiming for 1, I did some stuff on all on one layer which should have been split up. SO I'm gonna start over probably. Thanks for understanding.

[worthypoet]

I'm so lonely right now,

I want hugs and cuddles.

But I have no one,

to turn to...

Except that's not true.

If I asked there's the,

possibility at least,

of old friends stopping by.

But I'm so tired of,

getting my hopes up,

only for nothing to,

Change.

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Hate

At this point to say,

"I hate myself" would be a lie.

I don't, and I'm so greateful,

to my past self, for doing,

the work.

For trying again and again,

to shift our speech pattern,

until self neutrality stuck.

For trying again and again,

to see ourselves in a positive,

light.

It's working, and I'm doing,

my best not to resent the,

fact that it's a work in progress,

still.

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Divinity

I have recognized,

my own divinity.

And many will,

call me arrogant for it.

But it is a reoccurring theme,

that humans were made,

in the image of the gods.

So how can it be sinful,

to know it for myself.

Let me be clear,

I will maintain a certain,

perspective.

That each and every,

human being is my equal.

A precious soul doing,

just as I am,

their best.

We are all,

divine.

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Incidental

I want to save the world,

but I'm beginning to realize...

It's not my purpose.

I am meant to live a life of bliss,

and saving the world?

Well that's really just,

incidental.

A natural consequence of,

being me.

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Flinch

I used to flinch from,

compliments.

But! I've overcome that,

well somewhat.

Now I fast track past the

discomfort by,

totally disregarding

the Value of the compliment.

An elegant solution,

really.

(this is not better)

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Reflection

Men aren't just beasts,

you say.

They are the devil themselves,

built with,

deception,

trickery,

and cruelty.

But I ask you now,

Are you sure that's not just,

your reflection?

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You say watch for the,

beasts.

But have you considered,

how your actions have made them?

Every time they reach for,

softness,

compassion,

empathy,

understanding,

within their own self.

Out your tongue lashes,

opening bloody paths,

in their heart.

Make no mistake their healing,

is their own.

(or I at least won't be taking it on)

But perhaps consider,

leaving them with more than fangs?

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To be

I am an entire complete person,

in my own self.

So why do you look at me,

with pity?

You say that one day I'll,

find a man to,

complete me.

But if have no need of this.

Perhaps if I relied on external,

sources of light to illuminate me,

red light may reflect off a

partner onto my blue light self,

to create a sad and hollow purple.

But darling I glow,

a light source in myself,

casting light and shadows,

outward into the cosmos.

And in respect for that I,

give to myself a promise.

I will,

Only accept,

An equal.

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So they say

Good men are rare,

or so they say.

There are many beasts that,

wear the veneer of a man.

Or so they say.

Be careful going out,

you might run into a beast.

Or so they say.

And it is as if to them,

the default state of men is,

to be a beast.

That is not any more true,

than it is to say women,

are also inherently beasts.

We all live and learn and grow.

But the questions remain,

What lessons are you learning?

What lessons are you teaching?

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Do better

Words drop like stones,

from your mouth.

Do words drop like stones,

from the mouths of all men?

It seems...

inevitable but

I'm not giving you a pass,

it's possible for you to do better so,

do better.

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Judgement

Parents have power,

and they,

don't always use it,

well.

The things spoken over me,

incapability, stupidity, laziness,

infect my self perception,

until I believe myself,

to be

-incapable,

-stupid,

-lazy,

unworthy of

-love,

-compassion,

-kindness.

But I now recognize,

it was never true.

There was simply,

something a little,

fucked up in you.

(your will, your words,

are not Absolute)

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FWLiS pt 2

For women to love is,

suffering.

The the greater suffering is,

being alone.

Or so they say.

But my loneliness doesn't,

leave me with burses.

(I hope you find the,

courage to leave.)

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For women love is suffering

To be a woman is to,

endlessly be asked,

"Pour your love into

others, that is your,

purpose."

Bitch I am the Emperor.

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Love (is ass backwards)

What is love?

unconditional acceptance,

of who I am.

But I can not ever

reveal my authentic self,

to you.

Get you head out,

of your ass.

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Not for me

That's not for you,

they say.

And a hobby or joy,

falls away.

I know better now.

(you don't get a vote)

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Rebuke

Soft spoken words,

are permitted to me...

sometimes.

But if my own opinion,

my own mind,

shines though?

Rebuke.