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Northern_Soul
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
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England
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Citizen Erased

 
 
What was going  
through your mind
the day you left her;
wrote paperwork
condemned to  
dusty oak cupboards
the way all bad ghosts  
vacantly linger
 
what was happening
in your heart,
guts
 
as you unsnapped a belt;
laid claim to dowry flesh
 
built a home in her womb  
in strange denial
of what was done;
whatever was born
of cold mistakes.  
 
I crave answers
and absence
simultaneously;
trapped in the turmoil
of truth and letting go
 
of history blistering
violently in her veins
so evidently as she walks
this same Earth as I
never knowing the touch
of a Father’s hand
 
and I wish many things
when I think about you,
but none so much as I  
wish you alive
 
to look into  
Daddy’s eyes
as they bestow
forgiveness
of an apology  
never received—
 
of silencing her
with your reckless
shroud.
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_feral
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stay soft

 

 
the world  
needs  
light.


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22.10.21

AspergerPoet56
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(NoPoo 346) Naturally Broken Failure


designed in failure
naturally defective
broken in pieces


poet Anonymous

22.10.2021_____________________________
#NoPoo


ripped up garden

un-fillable trenches

some trees
simply irreplaceable.






#grief

Northern_Soul
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Every word I cannot say

  
it was chicken broth
in a cauldron pot at lunchtime
stirred with a silver spoon  
whilst endlessly wishing    
for a rustic, wooden artefact  
to appear inside kitchen drawers.
   
It didn’t happen  
but I remember the realisation  
that nothing in my home is new  
   
as I listened    
to oak voices singing  
from English railway sleepers  
reminding me never to stay  
fixed in the same place—  
   
it’s advice I’ve ignored  
for far too long, hitting me  
like northern hammers  
on industrial steel pins  
   
and everything crashes  
whether I like it or not:  
   
this house  
   
the echo of loss  
in these walls  
 
.  
.  
.  
   
found a tiny sock  
unpacking a Samhain    
altar    
   
sat with it for a while    
while noise swallowed    
me whole  
   
.  
.  
.  
   
autumn clouds moved  
in the strangest way    
this evening  
   
I couldn’t dream of Heaven  
or anything after,  
but I remember thinking  
how beautiful it was  
that they blanketed the sun    
   
how they stayed    
until she fell    
asleep.
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(NoPoo 347) Please Sophie Soothe My Battered Soul


please oh please lover
just lay your soothing body
on my battered soul


_feral
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maybe the colour of trans is black



it doesn't ask anything
except for respect;

to honour the lives we choose to live in
as our skin blooms into better versions
of ourselves,

it doesn't ask anything
except for peace;

without questions
being forced down every pulsing throat
nobody in their right mind truly asks for,


it doesn't ask for anything
except for understanding;

we know grief lingers on both sides to every story
as we cut our teeth into better ways of living,


maybe the colour of trans is black

do not bother me,

i will not bother you.

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23.10.21

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(NoPoo 348) Honest Eyes


eyes
have no
disguise

depth
of
colour

there lies
an ocean
of truth

a
soul full
of love

always
ready
to burn

for
that fated
soul

destined
heart







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in abject disbelief of a quizzical fail

I read
of blatant gender disparity
Ya gotta love it,
when it's deeply rampant
today... here and now.
and in general
in these 'me too' moments

astounding
confounding
inflaming

Harassment avoidance
bitterly ridiculed (seemingly)
while a version of a good old boy
"Those were the days"
is virtually clapped
on each other's backs
(I can almost hear Archie Bunker singing)

Shame
full


Disregarding
Deeply disrespecting
Total disappointment

Those thoughts,
only outweighed
by
my penetrating
frustration
that no one
or nothing
will be said
broached
or even briefly mentioned
because it's just easier
to 'go along to get along.'
right?
Keeping the status quo
and all.
Just another day,
or another old school 'date'
when it was easy
and 'those were the days....'

As a woman,
what I hear is
an enormous
Fuck You
to all the mothers, wives,
sisters, aunts, female friends, etc
that exist in the world today.
All of them.
Do you know and love a female?
Yeah..... then her, too.

.....

So it's not some
created, manufactured construct
Things had to change
because of
proven abuse of power
in certain gender related situations
Period.
Based on
lifetimes worth of
actual harassment
and
revolting mistreatment
of women
of LGBT
of anyone
that supposedly appeared weaker

(Some of which still happens every single day )

There's huge
life destroying reasons
why
certain mindsets
go by the wayside

are of yesteryear

Especially when
those ideas and practices
mentally and physically
destroy(ed) an entire cross section
of human beings.


futility asks—

"When.... will enough,
actually ever be enough?"












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Northern_Soul
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I bought eight mandibles tonight

 
don’t ask me
why  
but  
they needed  
to find me  
 
all belonging  
to highland sheep  
and deer fallen foul  
of ancient bog.  
 
The teeth were intact;  
I sat there wondering  
if their last meal echoed  
the awareness of the first—
 
 
I think that’s how  
I wanna go  
 
 
 
probably
 
 
 
 
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Grace
Grace
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25.10.2021
8.32am
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Dance

magic and music
embraced me
dancing with your ghost
and dreams
you didn't dance
but you smiled
looking at me
across the vast field

it was a dream
dreamt
while the song played
in my ear
and I half-asleep

I miss you.

AspergerPoet56
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(NoPoo 349) Nightfall Regrets


loneliness
deepens
as night falls

all the colours
of the day
finally fade away

leaving a cold
darkness to engulf
me with the fear

of never
being loved
again

this void
claws at
my heart

to wound me
so i lose
the feelings

of live

all the regrets
of unrequitted
devotion hauting me

always
acting
too late

that the
moment
passes by

like a
speeding
comet  

through
the
universe



Grace
Grace
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26.19.2921
3.27am
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Dawn

elusive sleep
mocking with drowsiness
sandman ran out of slumber dusts
and I half-asleep
plead with zzz
lead me to slumberland

I'm awake still
as dawn draws nigh
wishing for evening chats
of days gone by


Northern_Soul
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broken record

 
She leaves through an open door
   ninety
around nine o’clock
      ninety
beneath street-lamps
      ninety

sun sinking into the horizon
       one-eighty
corpse-posed on a bed
       one-eighty
toes pointed to the wall
       one-eighty

she’s burning out again
       three-sixty
the floor is still God
       one-eighty
clasped hands in the dark
        ninety
 
        [pause]

         [repeat]

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_feral
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good hearts

 

creak
at the
hinges
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