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she/her • poet • writer • passionate about books and music • ally 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ • collage maker • picture taker • genX my posts: https://bsky.app/profile/did:plc:6zjzmdreync7mcriotvkgv2c/feed/aaaldwmr7xft6
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you were the song stuck in my head, every song that i've ever loved

with shaking hands i tell my family my chosen name #senryusunday #nonbinary #senryu #micropoetry #nonbinarypoetry

Easter being on 4.20 gives Easter "grass" a whole new meaning.

but there's a light on in chicago, and i know i should be home

I am attracted to ellipsis, to the unsaid, to suggestion, to eloquent deliberate silence. — Louise Glück

I'm thinking about how tonight was probably the first time Kilmar Abrego Garcia learned that millions of people care about him - the first time he learned that the United States Supreme Court ruled 9-0 to bring him home. I'm thinking what it must mean for him to know, right now, that he isn't alone.

We Are Not Responsible BY HARRYETTE MULLEN https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/145281/we-are-not-responsible

no one has ever placed their palm on the small of my back in all these years like the movies promised I have a fixation with this hollow space filled with cold air and a ghost hand laid gently guiding me forward to him #poetry #touch #regret (unsure about the ending)

Hmmm... good question 🤔

I apologize to anyone who actually sees my posts for my Fall Out Boy lyric spamming at 5:30 this morning. A thunderstorm woke me up and I couldn't fall back asleep so I started scrolling Bluesky and... well... the lyrics were hitting just right at 5:30 am.

anything you say can and will be held against you, so only say my name, it will be held against you

i know i should walk away, know i should walk away, but i just wanna let you break my brain

they say your head can be a prison, then these are just conjugal visits

'cause i swear i'd burn this city down to show you the light

does your husband know the way that the sunshine gleams from your wedding band?

you know the world can get my bones, but chicago gets my soul

i'll be stuck fixated on one star when the world is crashing down

and why put a new address on the same old loneliness?

sometimes before it gets better, the darkness gets bigger

penny for your thoughts, but a dollar for your insides or a fortune for your disaster

when the city goes silent, the ringing in my ears gets violent

i am a collapsing star with tunnel vision, but only for you, but only for you

you might think she writes of love but it's always the sky

. at my age they almost break my heart cherry blossoms #haiku #poetry .

there's a sadness threaded through all beauty... in art and nature and in people too there, in the darkness at the roots [and even in their absence]— a cut flower still opens and leans into the light

Your hands On my lips like thunder Promising rain; A land where all lovers are mute. And Why are you weeping you said Your hands on my doorway like rainbows Following rain Why are you weeping? I am come home. ~Audre Lorde

hey whomever needs to hear this autism is not something that needs to be “cured”

but could we please pretend this won't end?

say my name and his in the same breath, i dare you to say they taste the same

i got my stitches stitched, i got my fixes fixed

i am dressing my monsters in pretty words and calling it art.

Should we wander the wildlands under the dim light of stars? Should we sharpen our antlers & fangs with enchanted daggers? Should we cast dark spells and release the ancient forest gods from their hidden tombs? The answer is always yes.

fuck the UK trans rights are human rights and trans women are amazing queens

Solidarity with trans women after today’s Supreme Court ruling. The rollback of LGBT rights — especially trans rights — is global, bankrolled by billionaires and the far-right. Trans rights are human rights. We must defend the Equality Act and its protections for trans people.

Is Kilmar Abrego Garcia alive? Because the amount of resistance to addressing his being trafficked gives the distinct impression that either he is dead or what they have done to him is so unspeakable that they cannot afford for him to be freed, seen, or spoken with.

If you can be a loving presence with whoever is in front of you, that's the work. You're doing the work, and it is enough.

“Just calm down and let people enjoy chatgpt.” Sorry, no. I find it creepy that folks are treating a machine that mimics human speech as their friend / therapist. It is feeding you lies. It is destroying your thinking abilities. Shut it off. Talk to other humans. Go outside.

flickering starlight dances blooming nebulas in a sea of dark guiding ghosts through the garden mint and magnolia in fertile ground loam and lush and moon-drenched feathers fall between the raindrops while night presides m y s t e r i a r c h watching over the spirits still swaying below

i am overwhelmed by my soul’s messages and my mind’s stories and my heart’s pain

Through battlefields and lifetimes and cities of chaos and oceans of longing, we find each other again, as always

I take back every moment you stole from me

"all my angels are birds" 🕊️🤍

every day in this country there is another wound on our hearts

I’m sorry but if your students use AI to write papers and you use AI to grade them zero school is happening. You are running together on a hamster wheel

here we are anonymous shifting personas slipping past what is there to hold on to when we have lost our true form what remains is the heart of it you me the gap in between shrunk to a keyboard space you knew me once before but now i am something new #poem #anonymity #connections

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Why even have a brain, any ideas, any ability to express them, any kind of communication with other people, any desire to solve problems or invent anything, any reason to learn, any use for your eyes or your heart, or any reason to teach or create

This city is for the birds.