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March 25, 2023
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cut a line in the autograph a little copse to watch the witch drag her dick through the mud like me i shade u my little one a stalk on my arm, a girl on my shoulder hearing your heart thud     and rain on me     to sprout out, lesbian locked to you whispering by the shade of the name i etched
@sheydimâs 31x31 october writing challenge! day 4: who to tell // what was heard
Power and Prayer
He gave his paycheck to the ones in need. I couldnât help but wonder, what if he, possessed of less observance, or more greed, had taken his check home and let it be?
My friend told me that I would find a way to turn the sweetest thing to something sour. But sweetness always leaves an aftertaste, brings into sharp relief corrupted power.
I donated to hurricane relief, my power in action joining in the fight. The dollarâs stronger than a mere belief that God keeps all his children in his sight.
The thoughtless thoughts and prayers of fools do less than nothing, because they waste precious time. Those sour mouths that call on God to bless, but do nothing themselves, commit a crime.
31x31 october poetry challenge, prompt 1:Â the sweetest thing // a sour mouth
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this is a weird poem because i tried to put it in iambic pentameter. also it became kind of preachy. but iâm trying this challenge as an exercise, so the point isnât really to make something mindblowingly good!
March 25, 2023
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i compose myself / a dress ironed flat across your knee / slapready O Honey! / lifted 90° high \ er by your bent knee , finding me that awash / holy fire / a red-golden dress stripped / pasted , O Honey! (salt) on the wall u licked and the drink you drinked \ tasted bad / see me on a seat so im waiting / to be paddled thru (a) mine (/) last year
@sheydim 's 31x31 challenge! 'the slap // salt'
i blend myself through you, the pain that crippled you, those that groan gutless at you and kiss my ankles when they beg to flee, my sweet dyke, your pounding fists on the cotton ceiling we lie upon, your pain, your eyes, your nudity, i am grasped by you as you explicate my entirety, my fat pussy finally bursts and fills my eyes with blood, bush brazen with blood, and fury, our breasts submerged now to the point of decency, i am retching from the sheer force of the tide, and my eyes forget where yours are, my sweet dyke, what did we do so grazed against the brick where we hang the sweaters we shared, hopeless against the shore
@sheydimââs 31x31 challenge day 3: pick a random page from a book and write a poem on that phrase! I chose Monique Wittigâs Le Corps Lesbien. The following is taken from page 61 from the original french and a translation is given below:
Tu m/e regardes alors muette sans un sourire. Câest une autre qui sâapproche, se tient Ă tres genoux assise sur ses talons, essuie ses cheveux mouillĂ©s contre tes jambes, ouvre la bouche, tĂȘte à la renverse te regardant. J/e tombe à plat ventre aussitĂŽt, m/a tĂȘte heurte violemment le sol. Des convulsions m/e prennent, des larmes m/e coulent si nombreuses que j/e ne puex pas regarder, des sanglots m/e secouent tandis que j/e retiens m/es cris. You regard m/e mutely without a smile. It is another who approaches, grasps your knees squatting on her heels, wipes her damp hair against your legs, opens her mouth, head thrown back regarding you. Immediately I fall flat on m/y face, m/y head violently strikes the ground, I am seized by convulsions, m/y tears flow so copiously that I cannot see, sobs shake m/e as I restrain m/y cries.Â
weightlessness
gropes at this fish tail ]lasered on
what's your name?
does it fill your mouth to say it
the breast in your mouth
the milk i could make
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[harper
the cold setting please, down road
plume
frozen cold, and stiff, peeling
just for you
a sweetness in the back of your mouth
@sheydimâs 31x31 october poetry writing challenge. tagged by @cordolia !! day 1: the sweetest thing // a sour mouth