#poetry
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I don’t know who I amso please, Forgive my voiceI can’t control which oneof the three I will use todayit alters, changes shapeI often dissociate lose time evenin the middle of a rhymeI don’t know who I am the post it note poetmanic pixie poly, everyone’s my familyMary Poppins protester punk, or perhaps the Bizagoth…
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Not many people know this butwhen you first came outyou told your parents first.Not your birth parentsbut the ones who helped raise youwoke up at night to settle you downchanged your diaperstaught you how to ride a tricyclealbeit very badly (sorry for the concussion,a discussion for another time)you know, your other parentswho taught you the…
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Characters: Iggy = “Mary Poppins Punk” CC = “Business Goth” Melody = “Hippie Priestess Vibes” * (See post labeled “About Last Night” for a more detailed look at character descriptions) * Setting = The same kitchen bistro table. Cc is seated, rubbing her temples. Melody is brewing tea/a tea like concoction. Iggy is sitting/standing/pacing on…
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If Heinlen’s sentient computers met in an online forum and fell in love, this would be their story (Note: adding more to this post soon so stay tuned!)
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Characters: My Id, a.k.a. Iggy = “Punk Mary Poppins”. Covered in piercings and tattoos, hair amess pulled up-ish by binder clips and rubber bands that she stole from CC, manically happy, over-caffeinated, monster energy drink vibe, child-like, will write on anything about anything but especially political satire on post it notes, likes any music you…
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This one was from a prompt on/around 5/30. Something about doomscrolling. I had a darkly humorous take on it with a kind of Terry Pratchet vibe going in my head. But then it turned weirdly personal and just became this ugly venting thing that is hard to read. I would like to put a disclaimer…
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This is a genre-bending poem that winds up being 5-6 minutes when read aloud or 5 pages printed. However, I think the payoff is worth it in the end. Originally from a prompt: “to describe what animal or plant you would be reborn as”. I asked if cryptids counted and they laughed and said yes……
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These might’ve been April. I’m not sure. Time doesn’t always linearly in my head. Right now I’m thinking about next week, mostly so I don’t think about two days ago. I swear it makes sense. Anyway, without further ado I give to you more poetry…
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Some little blubby bits from Bluesky. Some pulled, some not, some hadn’t seen the light of day at all. Hope you enjoy. Best wishes 🤗
Poetry With Hart 