Submissions by _feral
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
ancient from birth
LHR in three parts
i.
She waits on
the leather chair
eager to be seen
for her appointment
she carefully booked,
counted her doubloons
the night before before
because you can
never earn enough
for gender-affirming
healthcare treatment
let alone trying to
get any funding for it,
fifty pound funding
won't get you a doll
very far in her world
it doesn't even
cover one session
of lazer hair removal
she asks me
if I will go in with her,
I accept...
She waits on
the leather chair
eager to be seen
for her appointment
she carefully booked,
counted her doubloons
the night before before
because you can
never earn enough
for gender-affirming
healthcare treatment
let alone trying to
get any funding for it,
fifty pound funding
won't get you a doll
very far in her world
it doesn't even
cover one session
of lazer hair removal
she asks me
if I will go in with her,
I accept...
#LGBT
#StreamOfConsciousness
#transgender
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Do you ever stop for a minute?
To tell you the truth
i'm afraid I can't answer,
I dream it would be nice for this stream to stop flowing,
to cease pouring out of my eye, my ears, my mouth
and every orifice I own
but I simply ask exactly what for?
I feel when you grow from entangled roots it's simple to start doing the opposite of what you came from, you straighten one vine out that went askew, untie another vine that's turned into a knot because you believe that shouldn't happen, you cut another vine because it's mangled and doesn't look good compared to others living...
i'm afraid I can't answer,
I dream it would be nice for this stream to stop flowing,
to cease pouring out of my eye, my ears, my mouth
and every orifice I own
but I simply ask exactly what for?
I feel when you grow from entangled roots it's simple to start doing the opposite of what you came from, you straighten one vine out that went askew, untie another vine that's turned into a knot because you believe that shouldn't happen, you cut another vine because it's mangled and doesn't look good compared to others living...
#StreamOfConsciousness
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To deliberately waste a life
memorising textbooks
that aren't needed is
sadder than every
script a job will
go on to create.
that aren't needed is
sadder than every
script a job will
go on to create.
#minimalist
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For the bruised, the broken and beaten
I think about
this bruised heart
it follows me
around everyday
squeezing
every painful
pulp out of
my body
as I think
about eyes
i've lock in with
haunting me
long after
ticking away
inside a
clock.
I think about
this bruised heart
the way it's
been moulded
in this stoic
approach
in the way
it won't let on
when it gets
too heavy
in every
pound it
makes,
how...
this bruised heart
it follows me
around everyday
squeezing
every painful
pulp out of
my body
as I think
about eyes
i've lock in with
haunting me
long after
ticking away
inside a
clock.
I think about
this bruised heart
the way it's
been moulded
in this stoic
approach
in the way
it won't let on
when it gets
too heavy
in every
pound it
makes,
how...
#StreamOfConsciousness
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People don't thrill me much
but there's a mini jaguar who shows up on my fence,
watches me do dishes attentively through my window
our eyes meet each other, licks it's little chops like a
mischievous void waiting for a big catch
i ask if there's any room
for one more on that fence.
watches me do dishes attentively through my window
our eyes meet each other, licks it's little chops like a
mischievous void waiting for a big catch
i ask if there's any room
for one more on that fence.
#minimalist
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Repurposing a fist
I hear her on one again
and my eye rolls with
don't-even-starts
on a saturday morning
after a circus of
recycled insomnia,
my abdomen cramps
angrily in
what the fuck
have you done
this time pal
I think the last
ball shark
hauled itself
on the shore
baring it's teeth
to leftovers of
my meat
my blood
but I
remember
how you
can't swallow
what you
cannot
take in,
nowadays
I wear tongue
more than
fist.
and my eye rolls with
don't-even-starts
on a saturday morning
after a circus of
recycled insomnia,
my abdomen cramps
angrily in
what the fuck
have you done
this time pal
I think the last
ball shark
hauled itself
on the shore
baring it's teeth
to leftovers of
my meat
my blood
but I
remember
how you
can't swallow
what you
cannot
take in,
nowadays
I wear tongue
more than
fist.
#StreamOfConsciousness
#symbolism
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In one ounce of blood
there is around
one hundred &
fifty billion red
blood cells,
in one pint of blood
there is around two
point four trillion
red blood cells,
you can't wash
away blood with
soap and water
and you cannot
wash away the
shame of war.
one hundred &
fifty billion red
blood cells,
in one pint of blood
there is around two
point four trillion
red blood cells,
you can't wash
away blood with
soap and water
and you cannot
wash away the
shame of war.
#corruption
#war
#HumanRights
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Untitled
It was never about words because like a painting that's what an artist leaves behind,
it's complete and palatable for others to gaze upon, in my subjective way it's the worst way to read poetry, it's the worst way to write poetry, it's the worst way to think about art, that's coffee table art and I would be the person in the back holding a ripe tomato ready to throw from my hand.
For me it was the hole in my wardrobe, broken bottles scraping down my walls, cigarette holes in my duvet, the busted vinyl player that met the boot of one of my relations, using my own body...
it's complete and palatable for others to gaze upon, in my subjective way it's the worst way to read poetry, it's the worst way to write poetry, it's the worst way to think about art, that's coffee table art and I would be the person in the back holding a ripe tomato ready to throw from my hand.
For me it was the hole in my wardrobe, broken bottles scraping down my walls, cigarette holes in my duvet, the busted vinyl player that met the boot of one of my relations, using my own body...
#art
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"Photograph it"
An elder
once said.
once said.
#SixWordStory
#minimalist
#LGBT #transgender
#LGBT #transgender
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Eat the rich
while you can.
#SixWordStory
#minimalist
#corruption #poverty
#corruption #poverty
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You always said home starts and begins with you
I didn't understand those words
around that time, deep down inside
perhaps I knew it would be a lesson
I'd meet sometime in the future
and I laugh about that conversation,
it arrived this morning as sunlight
gently brushed over my face as
day unfolds without an atlas
I think lineage in the way homes
are not made of brick or stone, more
how flesh covers my bones that are
going somewhere only I know
home starts and begins with you,
from seed to soil.
around that time, deep down inside
perhaps I knew it would be a lesson
I'd meet sometime in the future
and I laugh about that conversation,
it arrived this morning as sunlight
gently brushed over my face as
day unfolds without an atlas
I think lineage in the way homes
are not made of brick or stone, more
how flesh covers my bones that are
going somewhere only I know
home starts and begins with you,
from seed to soil.
#friendship
#confessional
#SelfReflection
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On Good Friday
I celebrated
resurrections
with a friend
it involved
coffee and
solid feet
arriving
in pairs,
it sounded
like coming
to terms with
all the things
left unsaid
out
loud.
resurrections
with a friend
it involved
coffee and
solid feet
arriving
in pairs,
it sounded
like coming
to terms with
all the things
left unsaid
out
loud.
#friendship
#Easter
#minimalist
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