Sep 15, 2020
This is teacup13, please read this before you ask me where she is. I love her and this is her current poetry blog. So yes, here it is. Send her lots of asks about poetry, yes? No? Okay!
https://teaspirationss.tumblr.com/
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This is teacup13, please read this before you ask me where she is. I love her and this is her current poetry blog. So yes, here it is. Send her lots of asks about poetry, yes? No? Okay!
https://teaspirationss.tumblr.com/
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Changing roast
She wrapped both hands around the mug and gently lifted it towards her face. She took a deep breath in; the steam gently fogged up her glasses. This one was fruity, high and fleeting
The volatile smell took her by surprise, So she followed with a sip. Chaos entered her mouth and swirled around her tongue. She closed her eyes, but it wasn't dark. She saw a vibrant rainbow of colors in harmony.
But the vision was fleeting, just as the taste had gone. A pleasant twist of acidity lingered behind. She longed for the balance found in that cup.
In that rainbow she was he and he was she, He could be free. He took another sip from the mug, but this time it was heavy, peu sûr, He didn't have to close his eyes.
The dark roast closed in around him and he said a bittersweet farewell as the last sip traveled, down the back of his throat, and transformed him back into her.
- Thanks for the inspiration @novaticgalaxy
Like the roast of a coffee bean, we are so varied. Not only in our roast, but in how we are ground, brewed, smelled, tasted, and linger. Even from the same roast, not one cup is exactly the same.
I volunteered for a social justice camp Inclusive Communities for several years and held the hand of so many youth who were struggling through understanding their sexual identity and orientation. Many of them voicing their true feelings for the first time at camp. Having hidden their true selves their entire lives.
I want to be clear about something, I’m a Christian, and I believe in two things. One. God created man and woman to be together. Two. God commanded us to love one another.
I will never ever turn my back on someone for the struggle they go through. I will never tell them who or how to be. That’s their journey, not mine. That’s their decision not mine. My niece struggles with these issues and it’s hard for her to understand this... I love her. I don’t agree with the lifestyle she may choose, or what she may believe, but not agreeing isn’t the same thing as not supporting. I can believe that God made her a girl, but if she feels like a boy inside, I’m not going to tell her to ignore that. I’m not going to tell her she’s sick or broken or wrong. I’m not the judge. I’m the Aunt. Aunts love and support. So if she finds this, if she reads this. This is for her. Alex, Morgan, Marek (@mentalprince), whomever you dream to be today! I’m your believer and you don’t have to hide behind closed eyes.
Your heart was so big, you made poems out of it.
For teacup12. Please come back.
j.c.b.
Deactivation
You cannot lose what was never yours. Not a name passed by the wind. Not a ray of pure sunlight. Not the raindrops that sing in a storm.
You cannot lose love. You can only learn it. What it is. What it feels like. What it makes you feel.
You cannot lose what was never yours. Not a hello Nor goodbye Nor silence Nor waning shadow.
What unconvincing lies I tell myself. What tawdry words of useless woe. What wasted poetry bleeding from stale sores. What worthless sour pity.
You cannot lose what was never yours. But I surely can own this sadness.
words can't give meaning to our story
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counting raindrops excluding tears
how many poems can we write about the rain?
I am lost in you @teacup12
Riding the couch alone in this thunderstorm.
Tonight I want to forget. I want you. I want you in my arms. I want your weight on my chest. I want the smell of your hair. I want to kiss your forehead while you sleep. I want to memorize the rise and fall of your chest. I want to synchronize with your heartbeat. I want to be your shelter. I want you to be my rain. Tonight I want to forget that there’s this distance between us.