Category: Our Poetry
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Can’t sleep? Want company?
Check out this rad Itch.io bundle I’m hosting here: https://itch.io/b/3209/insomnia-jam-bundle It’s pay what you want and any shares would be appreciated, as it helps all of us spread the word! -Allēna
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“depersonalization blues”
these are the lengths you drove me to I don’t write verses anymore, I write indictments I built a twisted empire out of everything you weretoo afraid to touch in all of the places I knew you’d never look, and there, in the shadows, I waitedyou did exactly what I wanted you to do. anger…
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“watchman”
I am the blank space you seek in your sorrownothing less and sadly nothing more you are the shooter and I am the spotterimmortal, ever watchfulkeeping lookout for dangers you and others cannot seeI am the depth of night, thetiny pauses between your syncopated heartbeatsworking double time. in the end, there will be no place…
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I went to the poetry workshop with Emerson again today and as such, I come bearing gifts.
This was the result of a TTRPG roll and it’s called “everything’s coming up lavender” i was 17 when you first came to memind threatening to unravel in shades of crimsonnow i swear everything’s coming up lavender andgolden brown, i’m much madder now and while i can’t say things are fine in this pit of…
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So I hear y’all like TTRPGs on here.
My poetry writing TTRPG is included in the bundle that just went live today (I’ll include a widget so you can find it directly), and I’ll post links to examples of poems I’ve written using it as well. The TTRPG: Infinite Poems. (Almost) Infinite Combinations. by opensorceryy Some examples: OneTwo – “letter to theseus”ThreeFour –…
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y’all get a two for one special tonight. this one’s called “queer pressure”.
after careful consideration, i have determinedthat i didn’t know what it was like to put space between the world and me, so i held everything and everyone atan artificial distance while seeing too close, held everythingi ever earned in a vise grip and let myself slip intothe grip of my vicesi stared into the void…
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this one is called “sin eater”.
i think you seared ghosts into my bonesdown deep into the marrowand time may be round, but i am forced to remain heresuffering, as all of time’s rivers and streams flow back into meand the specters of all the things you whispered and lies you screamedare made to ride with me tooi am not religious,…
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“a brief inquiry into the shape of time”
“you can always say no” is the second oldest liethere is, up there with “you will always be mine”and if that seems wrong to you, consider the following -i left you because you were too close a mirror to all the things i swore had claws and drank away to sleep at nightand i will…
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“to be the lightning”
when the lightning strikes me backand my cracked-cup mind can no longer holdall the subtle fire it’s meant to containfind me at the edge of a cold, dark placei wanted to be the lightning,not simply the bearer of it, but sometimes both dream and nightmareoutpace me and i cannot find my way homeso if the…