That's the dream to be honest, that acknowledgement from a reader

and pain once saw
my kin; looking forward
the drama of nothing
the theater of the body

and when the truth
sang its birdsong
I laughed at the wind
who tore me asunder

and the body self-inflicted
barely became my own again

Inconsistent and messy 💅

The connection to the past is like a boundary too.

Growth past old boundaries are also connected to that love

So I'll also pose more questions

"How can we reorient our boundaries?"

"How can the boundaries be strengthened with consent towards ourselves?"

"How can our boundaries be freedom too?"

This actually sucks so bad. This AI image generation shit is hurting so many people who are genuinely talented.

It's gonna be a sad day, but I'll at least hope that your likeness will be kept in kind. Or at least kind in a realistic way that feels like a foster nerd dad to the internet.

Here's another pic.

(2/2)

No idea, but I'm guessing there just needs to be more users active within the sphere.

-A poet

The pages hold you
as I do for your eyes
are Troy destroyed
but consented welcome.

Need no Trojan horse
for my gate to open
and I will be your prize
if you'll have me too.

I can't give you wishes
all I give are words
I will wait for you
and need no fruit consumed.

I love you, do you love me too?

and they spat on the spilt love again. From split tongues dripped their salivation.

I like the subversion of the trope that adrenaline just straight up blocks out all your pain. It's interesting, keep going, and keep writing.

but the rain had yelled

and from my throat drowned the love I remembered

I hope your rainy days onwards find quiet

as your lips did then

for my love was quiet for the ones I did love

faded away.

That's actually really funny. I loved watching her performance in Agatha All Along, she was so campy and weird that it made me feel at home.

And sitting on their throne
iron rusting

powdering their robes with orange dust

and the ruler screams that all is fine

your love, your pain, your freedom

as long as it was willed by them

and their eyes are fierce

but their legs have decayed

for their foundations are built on stolen metal.