Tag: Poem
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“treasure trove” by Eight, 2022
These are the things I keep tuckedbeneath my ribcagethat the last remaining part that is humanin me tries to keep hidden – my anger at death is just longing indisguisesociety is too scared to let me havemy anger is really passionand fear (except for the dull ache that livesbeneath my bottom left rib) (he wants…
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I wrote this poem at roughly 5:30, 6 o’ clock this morning.
It’s called “love letter to the predawn hours”. at this time of day I could be anything as the inky blue remainder of the nightholds me like a child. instead, I find I want to be nothing and everything but myself. I only pray I spend it welland that I am good company. not angry,…
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Some art and words for you in these trying times.
Sad poem for what is so far shaping up to be a lemon of a day. If you enjoyed this piece, “no one’s fault but mine” appears in my newest very queer chapbook, which can be found here: https://opensorceryy.itch.io/easy-to-hate-like-everything-you-love -Allēna #poetry #poem #queerpoet #sadpoem #transpoet #writingcommunity
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I’m loving all these #InsomniaJam2025 submissions.
Like this poem that was just submitted by GhostandShadows. It perfectly describes late night daydreams. Here it is: https://ghostandshadows.itch.io/i-wish-i-was-a-bird -Allēna #poem #poet #bird #longing #insomniac #itchio #writerswanted #amreading
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A poem for today.
I hail from the hellfire that raised meAnd the shadows that granted me solaceBlack as the Pit from pole to pole – And I thank whatever gods may beFor my unconquerable soul -The years that lay aheadAre but a shadow of the menace of the trail I’ve already blazedI come armed with the horror Of…