Mar 27
I bleed poems
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I bleed poems
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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
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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]
Kinda rough poem I wrote about capitalism
Amazon box on the steps
Means nothing to me,
Someone's baby sealed the packaging
Hand stitched clothes on my skin
I want to be a mother when I'm older
But will I have air to breathe?
Will I have gone to Japan
Will I work for a company
No ethical consumption in poverty
No land that belongs to any but the sea
And yet you deny it, border and define it
Until what end to the greed?
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
