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Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 00:22am
8th Dec 2024 00:22am
Why Do Recovering Alcoholics Love Diet Coke?
Mariah brings me carrots, and pasta, and money for thirty diet cokes, if I want.
She hugs me in her orange puffer coat, because she knows I have been scream crying
and bargaining with the universe, again. She’s been doing the same.
She grips me tightly and I cling to her, and we cast a spell that makes the five pm winter darkness
feel less like a life sentence.
Boys said they loved us and left. And that is the familiar knife we keep turning inside ourselves.
We give every twist a new name, but the hole looks the same.
I tell her that I hope they can...
She hugs me in her orange puffer coat, because she knows I have been scream crying
and bargaining with the universe, again. She’s been doing the same.
She grips me tightly and I cling to her, and we cast a spell that makes the five pm winter darkness
feel less like a life sentence.
Boys said they loved us and left. And that is the familiar knife we keep turning inside ourselves.
We give every twist a new name, but the hole looks the same.
I tell her that I hope they can...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#healing
#heartbroken
#prose
126 reads
2 Comments
Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 00:22am
8th Dec 2024 00:22am
Why Do Recovering Alcoholics Love Diet Coke?
Mariah brings me carrots, and pasta, and money for thirty diet cokes, if I want.
She hugs me in her orange puffer coat, because she knows I have been scream crying
and bargaining with the universe, again. She’s been doing the same.
She grips me tightly and I cling to her, and we cast a spell that makes the five pm winter darkness
feel less like a life sentence.
Boys said they loved us and left. And that is the familiar knife we keep turning inside ourselves.
We give every twist a new name, but the hole looks the same.
I tell her that I hope they can...
She hugs me in her orange puffer coat, because she knows I have been scream crying
and bargaining with the universe, again. She’s been doing the same.
She grips me tightly and I cling to her, and we cast a spell that makes the five pm winter darkness
feel less like a life sentence.
Boys said they loved us and left. And that is the familiar knife we keep turning inside ourselves.
We give every twist a new name, but the hole looks the same.
I tell her that I hope they can...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#healing
#heartbroken
#prose
126 reads
2 Comments
Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 00:22am
8th Dec 2024 00:22am
Why Do Recovering Alcoholics Love Diet Coke?
Mariah brings me carrots, and pasta, and money for thirty diet cokes, if I want.
She hugs me in her orange puffer coat, because she knows I have been scream crying
and bargaining with the universe, again. She’s been doing the same.
She grips me tightly and I cling to her, and we cast a spell that makes the five pm winter darkness
feel less like a life sentence.
Boys said they loved us and left. And that is the familiar knife we keep turning inside ourselves.
We give every twist a new name, but the hole looks the same.
I tell her that I hope they can...
She hugs me in her orange puffer coat, because she knows I have been scream crying
and bargaining with the universe, again. She’s been doing the same.
She grips me tightly and I cling to her, and we cast a spell that makes the five pm winter darkness
feel less like a life sentence.
Boys said they loved us and left. And that is the familiar knife we keep turning inside ourselves.
We give every twist a new name, but the hole looks the same.
I tell her that I hope they can...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#healing
#heartbroken
#prose
126 reads
2 Comments
Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 00:22am
8th Dec 2024 00:22am
Why Do Recovering Alcoholics Love Diet Coke?
Mariah brings me carrots, and pasta, and money for thirty diet cokes, if I want.
She hugs me in her orange puffer coat, because she knows I have been scream crying
and bargaining with the universe, again. She’s been doing the same.
She grips me tightly and I cling to her, and we cast a spell that makes the five pm winter darkness
feel less like a life sentence.
Boys said they loved us and left. And that is the familiar knife we keep turning inside ourselves.
We give every twist a new name, but the hole looks the same.
I tell her that I hope they can...
She hugs me in her orange puffer coat, because she knows I have been scream crying
and bargaining with the universe, again. She’s been doing the same.
She grips me tightly and I cling to her, and we cast a spell that makes the five pm winter darkness
feel less like a life sentence.
Boys said they loved us and left. And that is the familiar knife we keep turning inside ourselves.
We give every twist a new name, but the hole looks the same.
I tell her that I hope they can...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#healing
#heartbroken
#prose
126 reads
2 Comments
Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 00:22am
8th Dec 2024 00:22am
Why Do Recovering Alcoholics Love Diet Coke?
Mariah brings me carrots, and pasta, and money for thirty diet cokes, if I want.
She hugs me in her orange puffer coat, because she knows I have been scream crying
and bargaining with the universe, again. She’s been doing the same.
She grips me tightly and I cling to her, and we cast a spell that makes the five pm winter darkness
feel less like a life sentence.
Boys said they loved us and left. And that is the familiar knife we keep turning inside ourselves.
We give every twist a new name, but the hole looks the same.
I tell her that I hope they can...
She hugs me in her orange puffer coat, because she knows I have been scream crying
and bargaining with the universe, again. She’s been doing the same.
She grips me tightly and I cling to her, and we cast a spell that makes the five pm winter darkness
feel less like a life sentence.
Boys said they loved us and left. And that is the familiar knife we keep turning inside ourselves.
We give every twist a new name, but the hole looks the same.
I tell her that I hope they can...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#healing
#heartbroken
#prose
126 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2021 5:25pm
22nd Dec 2021 5:25pm
Whimsy
It was a wistful longing for the night winds that had me pawing dark sensuality. As my breath condensate in a brume of sooted smoke from the nearby chimneys. And I grinning a grin of a harlequin. As I lit the gaslights, a choir in the distance harken a carol. "O come all ye faithful..."
Beneath my button britches, my manhood twitched, with Old Nick's itch. And with a glint in my monocle, I sauntered to her portal. In hopes to grovel in her skirts.
Forgoing my roguish behavior in spite of myself. While under the thumb of my gin and sweet bouquet of gorse from the meadows....
Beneath my button britches, my manhood twitched, with Old Nick's itch. And with a glint in my monocle, I sauntered to her portal. In hopes to grovel in her skirts.
Forgoing my roguish behavior in spite of myself. While under the thumb of my gin and sweet bouquet of gorse from the meadows....
#ShortStory
#prose
705 reads
0 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2021 5:25pm
22nd Dec 2021 5:25pm
Whimsy
It was a wistful longing for the night winds that had me pawing dark sensuality. As my breath condensate in a brume of sooted smoke from the nearby chimneys. And I grinning a grin of a harlequin. As I lit the gaslights, a choir in the distance harken a carol. "O come all ye faithful..."
Beneath my button britches, my manhood twitched, with Old Nick's itch. And with a glint in my monocle, I sauntered to her portal. In hopes to grovel in her skirts.
Forgoing my roguish behavior in spite of myself. While under the thumb of my gin and sweet bouquet of gorse from the meadows....
Beneath my button britches, my manhood twitched, with Old Nick's itch. And with a glint in my monocle, I sauntered to her portal. In hopes to grovel in her skirts.
Forgoing my roguish behavior in spite of myself. While under the thumb of my gin and sweet bouquet of gorse from the meadows....
#ShortStory
#prose
705 reads
0 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
14th May 2024 4:10am
14th May 2024 4:10am
Ivy
Yearning is inherited. We buy Hershey bars and street maps, sticky fingers tracing the roads between us. Collect bottle tops and unicorn stickers. How the scientists say we never really touch. Something about electrons and porcelain shoes. Mother always tossing her hair and looking away. Troubling us with her sad stories of Mercurochrome and cocktail rings. We take super eights down to the lake. You film me in my bra, the look in my eyes daring you to harm me. Our lovely drownings as we try to swallow the stars. The livid-red coals of our cigarettes like fireflies in the night.
#prose
164 reads
1 Comment
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 2:37pm
22nd Dec 2024 2:37pm
Temperance (Twin Sword of Excalibur)
Everyone knows the story of Excalibur, King Arthur's sword, yet they have forgotten to mention that the creation of Excalibur was not a singular event. A second sword was created—its twin sword, Temperance.
Just as Excalibur was spelled to stay in the stone, it could not be grasped unless the chosen one, the descendant of royal blood, came and retrieved it.
Temperance was spelled and floated high above in the sky.
It was spelled by the Lady of the Lake, the same lady who put a spell on Excalibur. No one knew why she had done this. One day, the sword...
Just as Excalibur was spelled to stay in the stone, it could not be grasped unless the chosen one, the descendant of royal blood, came and retrieved it.
Temperance was spelled and floated high above in the sky.
It was spelled by the Lady of the Lake, the same lady who put a spell on Excalibur. No one knew why she had done this. One day, the sword...
#prose
145 reads
10 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
20th Jul 2024 3:17pm
20th Jul 2024 3:17pm
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immigrants, and those perceived as “other.”
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Based on the search results, here are some instances where Trump’s
actions, words, or policies have been described as “evil” or exhibiting
harmful, intolerant, and divisive behavior:
Fostering a culture of intolerance and prejudice: Trump supporters’ emails
and statements showcased a deep-seated fear and dislike of people of color,
immigrants, and those perceived as “other.”
This rhetoric has been linked to a rise in hate crimes and discrimination. ...
#corruption
#HumanRights
#politics #prose
#politics #prose
120 reads
4 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
20th Jul 2024 3:17pm
20th Jul 2024 3:17pm
Just curious
So I keyed in -
" The evil trump has done ". ai provided ALL the rest
Based on the search results, here are some instances where Trump’s
actions, words, or policies have been described as “evil” or exhibiting
harmful, intolerant, and divisive behavior:
Fostering a culture of intolerance and prejudice: Trump supporters’ emails
and statements showcased a deep-seated fear and dislike of people of color,
immigrants, and those perceived as “other.”
This rhetoric has been linked to a rise in hate crimes and discrimination. ...
" The evil trump has done ". ai provided ALL the rest
Based on the search results, here are some instances where Trump’s
actions, words, or policies have been described as “evil” or exhibiting
harmful, intolerant, and divisive behavior:
Fostering a culture of intolerance and prejudice: Trump supporters’ emails
and statements showcased a deep-seated fear and dislike of people of color,
immigrants, and those perceived as “other.”
This rhetoric has been linked to a rise in hate crimes and discrimination. ...
#corruption
#HumanRights
#politics #prose
#politics #prose
120 reads
4 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
20th Jul 2024 3:17pm
20th Jul 2024 3:17pm
Just curious
So I keyed in -
" The evil trump has done ". ai provided ALL the rest
Based on the search results, here are some instances where Trump’s
actions, words, or policies have been described as “evil” or exhibiting
harmful, intolerant, and divisive behavior:
Fostering a culture of intolerance and prejudice: Trump supporters’ emails
and statements showcased a deep-seated fear and dislike of people of color,
immigrants, and those perceived as “other.”
This rhetoric has been linked to a rise in hate crimes and discrimination. ...
" The evil trump has done ". ai provided ALL the rest
Based on the search results, here are some instances where Trump’s
actions, words, or policies have been described as “evil” or exhibiting
harmful, intolerant, and divisive behavior:
Fostering a culture of intolerance and prejudice: Trump supporters’ emails
and statements showcased a deep-seated fear and dislike of people of color,
immigrants, and those perceived as “other.”
This rhetoric has been linked to a rise in hate crimes and discrimination. ...
#corruption
#HumanRights
#politics #prose
#politics #prose
120 reads
4 Comments
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