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I should probably post an introduction to pin on my profile but at this point I'm just like "pls support your local magpie poet, she likes ramen and eggs and shiny things and will give you words in return."

Also

"Eater of hearts currently rebuilding her empire of mugs in a non disclosed location that is no longer London."

Or maybe just.

"Tired poet does words for you whether you like them or not. Is soft please don't startle."

Yeah that'll do.

The only thing I am certain of is that
between my breath
and your breath
lies movement more important
than that of our bodies.
And I wish for you to see
the universe expand
as we exhale
into each other’s laughing mouths.

The only thing I am certain of is that
between my breath
and your breath
lies movement more important
than that of our bodies.
And I wish for you to see
the universe expand
as we exhale
into each other’s laughing mouths.

writing is easy, it is the world of agony you have to navigate past to get to the writing that is hard.

My lover is a goblin peddler of fruits,
I knew when I first bit into him
I was lost. The juices ran free and the smell
of peaches followed me.
He plays an animal and I play with him, his claws on my neck
do not force me to stay, yet I indulge
and wrap my fingers around his.
Tell me of the trees where the fruit grow.
But he does not. He just tells me to dance.
My tongue wrap around another piece of fruit
and I lick his fingers clean.
He is hideous, I want him, I want him.

My lover is a goblin peddler of fruits,
I knew when I first bit into him
I was lost. The juices ran free and the smell
of peaches followed me.
He plays an animal and I play with him, his claws on my neck
do not force me to stay, yet I indulge
and wrap my fingers around his.
Tell me of the trees where the fruit grow.
But he does not. He just tells me to dance.
My tongue wrap around another piece of fruit
and I lick his fingers clean.
He is hideous, I want him, I want him.

I wouldn't be a writer if I didn't feel too deeply.

Transient heels and rootless eyes
I bury the lead and lead you on -
perhaps unknowingly. I wont stay here.
The ground doesn’t call to me, the ocean is too quiet.
There’s a wishing well in my stomach
and I keep tossing coins down it to wish me well
somewhere well worn with tattered edges of a suitcase
I’ve dragged around for ten years.
But for now I sit in the garden and smoke cigarettes,
I lay low and I take it slow.

Transient heels and rootless eyes
I bury the lead and lead you on -
perhaps unknowingly. I wont stay here.
The ground doesn’t call to me, the ocean is too quiet.
There’s a wishing well in my stomach
and I keep tossing coins down it to wish me well
somewhere well worn with tattered edges of a suitcase
I’ve dragged around for ten years.
But for now I sit in the garden and smoke cigarettes,
I lay low and I take it slow.

So what if it wounds?
We are animals made to howl,
the stillness breaks like weather.
It all comes pouring, pouring.
So it hurts.
Let it.

So what if it wounds?
We are animals made to howl,
the stillness breaks like weather.
It all comes pouring, pouring.
So it hurts.
Let it.

Tfw the stuff you're writing about makes you cry. Sometimes poetry is cleansing. Sometimes you just need to keep writing the hurt out, over and over.

Inside of every person there are two wolves, stop fucking eating wolves

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    Oo.    .Oo. 
 
 
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༶   .     · , · · , · ,  

Life closes a door,
smash the window in. Tell life
I’ll come and go as I want.
Tell life I have more bricks where
that came from, I’m not afraid
of things breaking, what I am saying
is that I am used to breaking and
you don’t scare me, I refuse
to sit in this house, waiting
for a door to open. Like a cat
I’ll shred the sofa and climb the
walls. I’ll ruin this house
and sleep on the balcony
under the stars.

Love in the age of dick pics.

Dearest lady it has come to my attention
That you seek reparation to the state of your loneliness.
I have come to seek the position,
And off my own volition volunteered my appreciation of your form.

See attached.

@Corvusrobotica my dearest
I burn for you
and because of you
please use the enclosed salve

Love in the age of dick pics.

Dearest lady it has come to my attention
That you seek reparation to the state of your loneliness.
I have come to seek the position,
And off my own volition volunteered my appreciation of your form.

See attached.

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