Xuebing Du
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
RMH
⣠Chile in a Photography âŁ
will byers stan first human second
Stranger Things
Product Placement
Noah Kahan
#extradirty
Sade Olutola
đ
PR's Tumblrdome
cherry valley forever
EXPECTATIONS
Jules of Nature
Andulka
$LAYYYTER
KIROKAZE
seen from TĂźrkiye
seen from United States
seen from TĂźrkiye
seen from Argentina
seen from United States
seen from France
seen from TĂźrkiye
seen from Paraguay
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Poland
seen from Colombia
seen from Palestinian Territories
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Malaysia
seen from France
seen from United States
seen from Argentina
seen from United States
seen from Argentina
@tswriting-blog
White Supremacists Are Cunts (And Should Be Written About As So)
By: Tiffany Smalls
A poem in response to Charlottesville, Virginia.Â
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
On Philando Castile - There is nothing I could write. There are no words That could explain to A child Why her father was murdered In front of her. I do not know any words to comfort A child Trying to comfort Her mother In the back of a cop car. I do not know how to tell A child They will not be getting ice cream With their father. I do not know how to tell A child They can not be with Dada Now, or ever Again. After all this, How could a jury find The words âNot Guilty?â How do you look at A child, Who witnessed The taking of A life as innocent As her own And say âNo wrong was done.â How do you look at A child, Now fatherless, And say âHe deserved to die.â
Tiffany Smalls (tswriting.tumblr.com)
Spring
Your hands explore body Like canvas, painting blush Red as roses At the base of my spine Curve of my hips Wander, trailing petals Create gardens in the ruin Bloom spirit and flesh Into bounty, harvest love Spilling from every pore. In my eyes, do you see Me? Soul of jagged mountain peaks Cold and fog-filled Capable of inspiring heights Yet so quick to crumble. Dare your nimble feet to climb Your gentle fingers to burrow into Nooks and black holes Of over-shared daydreams And vivid nightmares. I do not envy you Whose heart runneth over But I admire Your love Your patience Your courage To take the journey.
Happy Pride to all my Bi Girls!
Conflict has become a virus
Apology turned disease, shriveling
My voice and my will
I can no longer support
The weight of âsorry.â
But you force me to carry it.
Is your tongue so weak?
With throat raw, Iâll still swallow my pride
Like itâs the cure
For this ailing relationship.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
"There Is A Wrong Way To Write Poetry"
This was not meant to be analyzed. This is a means to keep my life from an end. Disdain drips easily from pen to paper, but look me in the eyes, and tell me that my soul is wrong.
- @tswriting
Traffic Signals
You would often run red lights. Ignoring the yellow plea to Slow down. So when I spoke With dandelion breath, Your two fingers Smeared with lipstick Streaked with blood, You thought: Go!
Limerence II:
Iâm consumed by this infatuation
The honey sweet enticement
Confuses the brain
Tricking eyes, ears, and finger tips
Into thinking youâre something tangible.
This magic is not practical.
Its spell is sinister, weaving webs inside my mind
That administer the kind of dopamine rush
I only get when I turn my flesh
Inside out.
I do not love you.
That is to say, I love the idea of you.
The warm embrace of a thought that cannot abandon you.
Beloved is the name I gave to a ghost
With the utmost conviction thatÂ
This was not sickness,
But love.
Forgive me,
For Iâve only known the one.
I thought if I memorized the blueprint of your smile,
I could turn muscles to metal, lips to bridges,
And remember what itâs like to be composed of joy.
I wish I could leave this body.
Offer a reprieve from this cycle
Ease the arrival of bile tidal waves
Brewing in the pit of my stomach.
Disgusted with myself for summoning
This kind of sin.
Iâm akin to the dark.
Fluttering moth heart
Drawn to the moon.
Lovely lunatic, but Iâm not sure who.
In this dance for two,
I choreographed both sides.
I think itâs time I stepped aside
But your eyes speak to me
Even though Iâve only seen them through a screen.
The sadness my empty hands could hold,
A happiness my soul has longed for.
Condolences to this daydream.
Romanticized memories, I bid you
Farewell.
Though thereâs truth in what Iâve felt,
I do not love you.
Perhaps, I love the parts of you
I canât love in myself.
- Tiffany Smalls (3/21/17)Â
Mal-Cultured By: Tiffany Smalls 4/2/17
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
ÂŤ Pomegranate. Âť
â_____â
I am nothing. Not gold, Not ash, Not ghost. I am nothing. The vacant awareness Of being alive Without purpose. The eeriness of dreamscapes Holy scripture Of melancholia Preaching to these bones My subconscious Turned graveyard.
I want the sweet release Of life! Lifted, high Hosanna in ecstasy But death sings Familiar hymns Of dirty needles So close And dirt cheap. Offer sleep To this mind. Turn me to ghost So that I might be Something.
(3.9.17)
Deconstructive Critisism
I always had a hard time Falling in love With my work. Because I would always be told To tear it apart. Perhaps thatâs why I could never hold This body With gentle arms But could only Make rubble Of my flesh.
Drunk Haiku From My Friend's Porch
Donât drink when youâre sad. Youâre still sad, just more intense. Youâll still be alone.
Zodiac Poems
Leo
Wildfires follow me
Itâs the nature of the sign
Opinionated mouth roaring
Manifestation of resilient Gods
Aura, haloed in gold,
Inhaling the sun.
Aquarius
Cool breeze
Skipping like rocks
On the mirrored basin
Wispy whispers, trailing secrets
Salty in the air
Sink into the undertow
Drunk on the sugary-sweet
Veracity of life.
The past can not touch
The current
And you,
Much like the tides,
Are capable of change.
Aries
Walls are not easily built
Out of flesh and bone
But the weight of horns
Is not unlike that of bricks.
Few attempt to chip away
And see the fire behind the fight,
But those who do are never cold.
-Tiffany Smalls (11/24/16)
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
I Want To Let You Die
I want to let you die, but I keep giving you life Black and White life lines parallel, repel like magnets. I want to let you die, but I keep giving you life Serpentine tongue tied my present wrap you in bows of torn heart strings send you packing.
I want to let you die but I keep giving you life
Iâd bury you in goodbyes but Iâm haunted by your smile on a ghost.
â i-still-love-the-way-you-hurt-me (06/02/2016)
Memo From The Subconscious
These days have been drained Of color Finger tips stained with soot Charcoal laugh Infectious breath Nostalgic for the beast Demons listen Ears open like scorched wings They know what you pray for In the emptiness I thought I found the light It was merely the flicker Of lightning bugs Fleeting and fragile A false promise from youth Left over fragments of dreams So jagged Iâd bleed The rainbow back to life If only theyâd believe clouds made stable homes. If only I knew more than rain.
