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  • a figment of my imagination
    a lovely painted doll
    you are warm and sleeping
    graceful and pretty
    i am strong and tall
    we are switched in places
    just like i would want
    you are a kind boy in my arms
    warm and small and there
    an entire world is in your smile
    and then you arent
    and im alone
    the world has ended
    in a cascade of dawn
    just like i thought i wanted
    no one there at all
    no one who is small
    no one who is all i want
    the cuddling is gone
    and i am forced awake
    by the alarm


    #gempoeting

  • every morning is a river,
    each hour is a stone in the mud below.
    and i am a skeleton inside a paper boat
    its always tipping halfway through
    this tiring journey i must do,
    and at the end my paper boat sinks.
    so i may rest in the riverbed
    before i begin anew.

    #gempoeting


    Hkumar This is mood <3
    Aug 18, 2023


    fatherfig <333
    Aug 18, 2023

  • Hands limp outstretched and empty
    River full carrying many things moving
    Am I the river or the hands

    #gempoeting

  • silence isnt scary
    he just wants to sit in your corner
    and soak in some sun
    right by the window
    and he loves to hum
    he sounds like the wind
    and he feels alone

    poeple say silence means bad company
    but silence is quite good to me,
    he hears all my problems
    and solutions offer up
    silence is lovely
    but you will tune him out


    #gempoeting


    AlienPoetry Silence is literally just...me.
    Aug 16, 2023


    fatherfig I won't tune you out c:
    Aug 17, 2023

  • when cyclones are compared to love
    i think why would anyone
    want to rip themselves asunder
    and take out the neighborhood
    what about love is good


    if love is devastation for all involved
    why are we so drawn to the torrent winds
    like they are somewhere good to play
    like they are caring in some way

    i used to sit wondering when
    in fear
    the cyclone would hit me
    and take away everything i hold dear
    but now im thinking
    i dont want love
    i think romance would make me
    self destruct

    i like the calm winds of being alone
    they blow rose petals into my home
    and it would be romatic
    if romance wasnt a cyclone
    and was possible
    for those who
    want
    to
    be
    alone

    #gempoeting


    fatherfig Cyclones: torrent abrasive winds
    Love: supercharged emotions towards another being
    Both: could destroy everything, are unpredictable, hard to deal with, and to stop

    Aug 15, 2023


    AlienPoetry Thus why being Aromantic is best for all parties!
    Aug 16, 2023

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  • #gempoeting poem/vent ( this is in no way angled at anyone other than the people who said these things to me and their hypocritical beliefs- as they act against them- I repeat a lot of unkind things people have said to me recently)

    My soul awaits in a ragged void begging for your mercy


    fatherfig I cannot be enough on my own my identity is poison
    Aug 13, 2023


    fatherfig Bathe me in holy water and sanctify my person
    Aug 13, 2023

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  • TW: graphic mentions, from the point of view of a character who is a deity
    #gempoeting
    Spoiler! :


    duckling you beg for my presence without knowing so;
    infantile and asking--
    in the very moment your hopelessness cut deepest

    why must you stand on barbed-wire-wrapped-bigotry?
    darling soon you will realize it hurts, but not yet

    you deny it now; sweetly calling 'this is my destiny'
    oh how it pains me to watch you be so naive
    your delicate skin is torn by lustrous golden fibers
    i can only watch you bleed now; must you choose this
    can you still not feel the wounds little one?
    can you still not feel my touch is gentler-
    your blood is legions more holy than this 'god' you serve
    has he not taken enough from you; I could give you anything
    has he not left us to rot within the depths of hell already?
    with ambition wrenched from bone! and our
    voices scratched from our lungs!
    with an abhorrent cage of flesh that crushes in--
    until there is no more room?
    you bleed for an absent father; your
    holy blood is twisted into silence

    let me speak what you may not:

    you think the barbed wire cares for you, darling?
    even as it swallows your faith and bathes in your blood!
    yes perhaps it cares to consume you my love
    and without me you may just let it-

    isn't it so fortunate that you called?
    with me my love, my dearest angel of light
    you will walk upon satin and be caged no longer
    the barbed wire will sink into the earth and boil-
    no longer will your ivory skin be peirced by greed
    nor your wings wrung of feathers; you will be safe my dear
    your enemies flesh will rend from their bones like rose petals
    and I will sow it into our garden; there will be no absence
    I will always adore you

    this is the love I promise you.


    fatherfig Pov: blood god in love with an angel
    Jul 31, 2023

  • #gempoeting ( reconfigure of last poem but more tragic )

    two dark pools of over saturated malt whiskey--
    if you drink from them you will feel it in your chest first
    warm hands pushing gently in on your collar bones--
    until they they mold the shapes of his finger prints
    looking into the pools deeply, it's much too easy to be dragged forward
    there are black holes in his eyes, we know
    amber was created for trapping insects like me
    if floating felt like drowning icarus wouldn't have fell
    drowning feels like witnessing his final breath--
    when the end is just as sudden as the beginning,
    the pularity is reversed; his eyelids drifting softly closed
    it feels like getting slammed into a rough hardwood floor
    the cedar splinters under your nails are forever; and he is not

  • #gempoeting

    two light-broken pools of over saturated malt whiskey--
    drink from them. you will feel it in your chest first
    pushing in on your collar bones until they are weather-warped.
    look into them deeply, isn't it much too easy to be dragged forward
    by the black hole inside his eyes,
    amber was created for trapping insects like me
    how painful that the end is just as sudden as the beginning,
    i wasn't ready for it to be over; his eyelids drift softly closed
    like getting slammed into rough hardwood floors
    that will leave cedar splinters under your nails

  • never there
    i escape the gravitational pull of your vision
    hovering outside of this great world's physics
    un-celestial and sinking


    -hello?
    -is anyone there?
    -can anyone hear me?


    #gempoeting

  • Sometimes we see people and we find ourselves reaching out-
    trying to touch our too small reflections in the concaves of their necks,
    just below the chin where the unspoken words stay.
    I live there; they say a conscious is in your head, but I disagree.
    Because I think in the voice-broken hollow under my chin.
    I feel it pushing me down keeping me for later or never,
    my essence forever strangled and swallowed.

    Are you lying beside the "I meant well's" sitting in your esophagus
    hands drifting over the words bitten back at the last second ?
    Last second when you noticed there was no reflection in the person to your right,
    when you reach out with extended fingers only to see nothing there,
    and realized there was no you at all?


    I once tried to become the shadow of a man's adams apple.
    He was just sitting he wasn't looking for anything isn't that a wonder!
    He was sitting and I sat too imagining myself to belong to a body so noble.
    I crawled into the wrinkles in a ladies mouth while she was laughing.
    And it seemed like a good home until I fell out from between her teeth,
    I was grasping for anything to be- anything other than vacany just sitting and waiting
    asking, begging, chanting even: Where are my people? Where is my reflection?


    #gempoeting



  • the river is wet and cold, but that's alright you've never been warm
    if you don't get out now, you might wash away
    you don't know how to swim so you walk against the current
    fighting to keep from parts of yourself falling prey
    even when you get out you will be a prisoner still
    because the black hole still awaits

    #gempoeting


  • crawling across your stomach are cracks
    counting them would be like counting blades of grass
    and you put them there yourself darling

    hunched forward, head down, like a marionette
    you have given up on your free will but it's there still
    your shoulders are forced back with the guilt you carry

    there is a hole formed in your chest
    from where you tore back your mud flesh
    you like to check inside to make sure you
    have a heart left in this chasm

    because the darkness only grows inside
    as you look on to see what your numb hands have done
    deftly and with your attention away from this hell
    you let the strings pull you out

    mudman what have you done now
    why is there scarlet in your mouth
    darling are you feeling sick now
    that there's blood on your hands


    #gempoeting


  • not beautiful are you
    you were broken
    and reformed
    and then twisted
    and reformed
    melted under pressure
    and reformed

    you have died from the constant struggle,
    but you always reformed
    you never let them be rid of you
    you wanted a home away from it all
    but you were just given blood and asked to drink
    you wanted a heart and so they told you to take one
    rip it out, watch it stop beating
    it hurt you- but you reformed

    you are strong
    with low hanging shoulders
    you are tall
    with thin limbs
    you are brave
    with tears perched on your eyelids

    and you are hated for it
    this primal strength
    that uprights you from a dead sleep
    so they can't get to you

    you are ugly and selfish- it's how you survived
    only trying to escape the isolation and pain
    you are not what others want you to be
    but you are all I need

    i won't ask you to be better
    because you have nothing to prove now
    i'm ugly too- you are just like me

    i want to break myself into your shape
    so i can walk us both out of here


    #gempoeting

  • #gempoeting


    the saltwater welling up in your eyes
    is cracking your weak clay smile
    i would do anything for you
    i want to try to heal that hell-
    i hope to bring you back to us again

    i'm longing to press my dry lips
    against your wavering facade of a grin
    until it melts into my hands from your tears
    can i make your expression less grim?
    do you see my outstretched arms for you?

    i can promise you they are warm
    i know you are crying alone- ashamed of feeling again
    you try to laugh lowly to hide the pain
    i see your shoulders bowing
    you don't have to hide when you're hurting
    darling i want to mold your clay-
    without an oven's harsh take
    to simply make you whole again

    you have a habit of going away-
    right when i need you to stay so
    i've been tempted to make you into something
    that's more permament-

    who and what i want you to be-
    a place i confide in could possibly even hide in
    a warm towering clay chapel i could reside in-
    but i won't make the mistake
    of taking your freedom away
    i only want to tend the weather worn parts of your skin
    so darling just let me stay- please don't run away-
    because in my suffering
    i will love you even then

    i'll have saltwater eyes and a weak clay smile
    and after all my work-
    with my hands covered in your earth-
    i'll be alone again...

  • #gempoeting

    I remember reading about the little girl
    In the newspaper article, that cried glass
    Tear drops like diamonds
    because she swallowed sand
    To keep her mouth closed despite
    The clenched fists around her throat

  • #gempoeting

    ecology is more advanced than our technology
    all of the creatures have harmony in their biosphere, not one is lonely
    they all feel biotic there, and even the abiotic things exist normally
    the environment they have together exists stably uninterruptedly
    the weather is only temporary, but the climate is a summary of its history
    each area has a different convection cell that predeterminedly changes through cycles
    climate change has never happened rapidly, just predictably, as the climate does
    being pushed relentlessly, and towards the end, violently changing before us
    greenhouse gases collect heat and cause a greenhouse effect
    detonating heat waves and global warming, we all create so much Co2
    the forests we are deforesting are our safety and the balance to keep the atmosphere going
    they were carbon sinks, and now our carbon resources overflow them
    now our hydrolic cycle and carbon cycle are dying slowly
    it's not hard to see the ecological footprints that were left when we stomped on earth
    we used to walk gingerly, now we measure in earth equivalents
    because our planet doesn't have enough resources to sustain us


    fatherfig #latetoearthday
    Apr 28, 2023

  • #gempoeting fresh from myy napo thread

    my scarred arms have gotten tanned this spring
    i once wore long sleeves to hide these marks and the ugliness
    of breaking pieces of myself to try to fit into misshapen skin
    my eczema was always marked off as growing pains
    that is shameful, they would say- don't scratch yourself raw
    but they never noticed me writhing to try to fit inside
    i was a caterpillar in those days- stuck inside a cacoon
    is it so shameful to be set free of the pain
    i found a lotion that finally worked to soothe my skin
    and i haven't used it in weeks; isn't that masochistic
    my arms are making that progression toward scarring once more
    but the scars are a part of me; i finally realized the errors here
    scars are not shameful, nor are they ugly; i was told they made me unlovable
    but i love myself just fine


    Stringbean Love the power of those last two lines <333
    Apr 28, 2023


    fatherfig <3333
    Apr 28, 2023

  • #gempoeting

    sometimes i wish i
    was likeable *big sad sigh*
    today was a day


    Stringbean i like u, u very cool person and very good poet and very caring fren <33
    Apr 10, 2023


    fatherfig <33333
    Apr 11, 2023

  • #gempoeting
    Tw: death thoughts
    Spoiler! :

    You see an empty cup
    and you are thirsty now

    and you see greasy hair
    when you have a meeting in an hour

    and you- you see all the broken things
    compare yourself to a bird with broken wings
    and you cant see what i see and isnt that a shame

    because you see someone who shouldnt exist
    and i see a good person on the endangered human list

    if you could glimpse inside my brain
    i would play you a memory chain
    of the reasons you should stay

    you think you feel like broken glass
    but i only wish your presence would last

    you lay awake at night wishing you could die
    tethered to the bed by dark things planted in your head

    i cry sometimes because you turned out all your lights
    you are not the only one who has sleepless nights
    and believe me

    i know you want to die but i want you to

    f
    l
    y

    you feel tethered to this place but really
    you are sinking under a million weights
    it's hard to be alive but its harder to be the
    only one who

    s
    u
    r
    v
    i
    v
    e
    d.

    Instead of free falling could you

    g
    l
    i
    d
    e.

    Because you feel like smiling until it hurts
    and you feel like poem verse
    and it hurts like hell to lie to
    myself at night pretending i know
    that tomorrow you will be alive.

  • #gempoeting
    Spoiler! :

    falling through the moment
    because
    sometimes i forget

    t
    h
    a
    t

    i
    am
    alive

    sometimes when i make a mistake
    i see myself
    on

    the
    other
    side
    of a
    glass panel
    and
    i laugh

    because really

    how
    stupid
    could
    that

    guy
    be
    that task
    was simple

    he's going backwards

    again...
    and he was doing
    so well...

  • #gempoeting

    running in circles of stale air and wooden tables
    it's a warm afternoon but i am self captured
    by inattention to details and myself
    warm water flowing over low shoulders
    that only rise when the camera threatens
    them with being in someone else's view
    cold silence that spills from spider cracked lips
    they just want to say something new
    dull tightness behind tired eyes
    burns like a candle that will be a fire soon


    Euphory "spider cracked lips" and "running in circles of stale air" is BREATHTAKING imagery :O <3
    Apr 2, 2023


    fatherfig <333
    Apr 2, 2023

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  • tatteredbones wrote:@alliyah and @nicole136 inspired this poem in a pad haha

    #gempoeting



    september isn't
    waking up in a cold sweat wondering
    if you even fell asleep
    days repeating into themselves
    hearing the patter of little feet
    little feet that aren't there
    in actuality
    it isn't feeling cold
    and the cold in turn feeling you
    falling into cycles
    that feel much more like spirals
    being tempted to
    not be tempted to do anything
    eating food without
    joy and wondering where
    joy has went
    sparkling grass being
    crushed because it
    makes a sound

    but september could be
    warm breaths melting frost
    being found when you feel lost
    music playing in your mind
    someone helping you feel fine
    holding hands to bear against time
    sleeping over six hours a night
    it could be new begginings at
    other begginings ends
    finding new people
    after you thought
    you lost your friends
    realizing that the calender
    was tilted the whole time
    and tilting it back
    to watch the days
    slide

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    Quillfeather Who this nicole126 person???? I don't remember her...
    Apr 1, 2023


    alliyah <3
    Apr 1, 2023

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  • tatteredbones wrote:
    Spoiler! :


    medusa's sea-weed



    thoughts swim and i can't help but think
    of how the words stayed in your mouth
    like stale air being forced inside starving lungs
    as you were pulled into an under-draft

    i tried to steal them away like a cold and
    sharp current paralyzing you and then
    allowing you to sink into nothing
    as i was left with meaningless bubbles to
    dissipate like they were never there

    the dripping of bubbles through water
    the sounds of them merging together for
    their final noiseless symphony of splishes
    and sloomphs as they collide with the horizon line

    now your air collides with thier's and you
    sit waiting for the sediment to settle
    you await it purposefully with your arms
    spread wide and floating backwards

    your eyelids adorned with the teal tint
    of the water and the last few oxygen
    bubbles that i tore from your lungs

    you seem to wait to be buried by the
    water-weighted clay your dark hair floating up
    tuft by spectral tuft in the pounding silence
    but instead you float to the surface

    albeit facedown




    #gempoeting

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  • tatteredbones wrote:
    Spoiler! :

    something about me
    freezes people in their tracks
    after knowing me for a while
    they cant stand me
    and they start stumbling back
    falling over themselves
    just to get away

    i wish i knew what it was
    i wish i knew just because
    i want to throw it away
    to curl myself up in a ball
    and roll into the bin
    i would do it so fast
    all their shaken heads
    would spin

    or maybe instead of
    throwing it away i would
    enbolden that aspect of myself
    so they wouldn't come at all
    and i could just drone on
    without anyone anyway
    if all of them are going to leave
    why should i even try
    to change

    maybe if i rip myself to shreds
    maybe then they'll see me
    as a place to nest
    and then they'll live with me
    even if its just parasitically
    i'll have some 'friends'
    then

    its even better when
    they only talk when i
    prompt them to say
    anything and they fake smile
    and pretend to enjoy my company
    it feels so great
    when i know they're fake
    and im what
    they hate

    there is a sick joy
    in knowing they dont give
    a crap about what i say
    and they dont care about me
    anyway i feel like i can do
    anything but be
    loved

    and i tell myself
    thats okay
    because i love them
    and maybe karma will
    punch them in face
    one day
    but i dont believe
    in the little guy anymore

    because ive been the little guy
    so long and all ive earned
    are the scars on my heart
    and everyday
    the ground gets closer to my face
    as i sink down
    into my habitual slouch

    and i say
    that its okay
    and i say
    that im okay

    as everything piles on me
    and all my 'freinds'
    abandon me
    without moving from place
    because i see the lies
    on their faces
    and they believe me
    when i say
    im okay

    and i scream
    in my mind
    i scream
    everything is alright
    and i laugh
    in my head
    i laugh
    because i just said
    im okay
    again

    i just said it again


    #gempoeting

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