Writer, Poet, Singer. Bi, Women of colour, feminist. Poetry and writing centred blog. Some politics/social justice awareness. Trigger warnings- trauma, child abuse, mental illness. “What is better to be born good, or to overcome great evil.”
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Latest Posts by furious-runaway-dream - Page 4
Maybe we're all tragedies,
Covered in skins
too stubborn to be tragic.
I'm don't think I'm a person,
Anymore.
I'm likely just a place
For daydreams to rest before
Finding someplace better now.
But is that something to mourn when I never truly knew,
What being human felt like...
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Do you think
The boy who eats nightmares,
Cries sometimes,
At the violence and sorrows
Hidden in the shameful crevices
Of our fragile minds
—That even his immortal self can't imagine.
Don't mistake me
When I say I'm lovely when I cry it's ugly,
cheeks red and wet with snot.
It's just that I've made a habit of finding tragedy beautiful.
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I was raised to gobble on harsh words only,
My food pipe has stretched to swallow slanders,
My stomach has a special kind of acid to melt metal;
And my intestines are meant to grind any remaining matter to fine dust.
How to deal with kind words?
Of that, I have no idea.
Are they supposed to loll in my mouth like caramel candy
Or melt like chocolate?
Will the honey sting if it touches my bleeding tongue?
It will be lost between the blood and spit before reaching my stomach anyway.
—Be gentle with me please.
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I wish someone would pick me up,
And decide
This one
This one deserves to be loved
In a way
Only hurricanes ever were.
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If you're looking to like me,
Don't go looking under my skin.
There are stories there that even I have forgotten I buried.
I'm made of molecules old as this universe, and Sometimes under my skin; it shows.
There exist hidden acloves you may never find your your way back.
And some black holes that stare back at you.
Be safe in my heart instead,
Where the carefully curated kindness and empathy and sunshine personality is kept.
Under my skin is where I store the behind the scenes stuff;
The scars and the traumas.
But if you're looking to love me;
Well, enter at your own risk.
—i just hope I don't disappoint.
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I wasn't born with my head cut open
For you to fill with recreations of your own trauma
Like a tragedy bin.
I won't let you mangle
My mind and body
Till I can't see skin beneath the scars.
I will resist;
Brutally and unattractively;
— With fire and blood.
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