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  • Who else does this?
  • Who else does this?
  • 7,824 29 22 April, 2019
  • Count up your pain and realize that’s the true cost of the life you want- it is the currency of changing dreams to reality.
  • Count up your pain and realize that’s the true cost of the life you want- it is the currency of changing dreams to reality.
  • 1,345 6 2 hours ago
  • Taurus, Virgo and Capricorn. You’re the earth we couldn’t live with out. Let me tell you why. Link in my bio, for an entire collection of love for you 🌴
  • Taurus, Virgo and Capricorn. You’re the earth we couldn’t live with out. Let me tell you why. Link in my bio, for an entire collection of love for you 🌴
  • 1,116 66 7 hours ago
  • She was so much more than enough and though some ember in her heart recalled that truth, hearing she was enough was just the thing to bring that tiny ember back to a roaring flame, to stoke the furnace of her spirit once more.

Tell a friend they are so much more than “enough”. If you like my poetry please grab a copy of the collection! Broken Footprints Faded Hearts.
  • She was so much more than enough and though some ember in her heart recalled that truth, hearing she was enough was just the thing to bring that tiny ember back to a roaring flame, to stoke the furnace of her spirit once more.

    Tell a friend they are so much more than “enough”. If you like my poetry please grab a copy of the collection! Broken Footprints Faded Hearts.
  • 3,076 30 23 April, 2019
  • F r a g i l e
  • F r a g i l e
  • 1,112 13 22 April, 2019
  • haven’t really had the time or energy to post, or write, lately, but I’ve been trying my best! here’s an excerpt from a poem I wrote yesterday about  memory & earth day & also dogs. it’s kinda a mess but like, what poem isn’t? amiright?
  • haven’t really had the time or energy to post, or write, lately, but I’ve been trying my best! here’s an excerpt from a poem I wrote yesterday about memory & earth day & also dogs. it’s kinda a mess but like, what poem isn’t? amiright?
  • 370 39 4 hours ago
  • I’ve been working on some new writing lately which I can’t wait to share ~ but for now here is an old one
  • I’ve been working on some new writing lately which I can’t wait to share ~ but for now here is an old one
  • 17,302 234 22 April, 2019

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  • Nourishment. (A hard concept to create a poem around. I just wanted to describe in a dreamy, romantic way, the things that make a life feel rich and creamy and full.)
  • Nourishment. (A hard concept to create a poem around. I just wanted to describe in a dreamy, romantic way, the things that make a life feel rich and creamy and full.)
  • 3 1 3 minutes ago
  • “The Family Hall” by Alexander Q. #AQPoems
  • “The Family Hall” by Alexander Q. #AQPoems
  • 1 1 6 minutes ago
  • “In My Youth” by Alexander Q. #AQPoems
  • “In My Youth” by Alexander Q. #AQPoems
  • 1 1 8 minutes ago
  • One for my home town, Derby
  • One for my home town, Derby
  • 11 5 10 minutes ago
  • Capsized
  • Capsized
  • 4 1 12 minutes ago
  • Goodmorning, 
Let’s have a morning walk and drink a cup of tea they sell in my city.🕊🌞
  • Goodmorning,
    Let’s have a morning walk and drink a cup of tea they sell in my city.🕊🌞
  • 14 1 13 minutes ago
  • 2 1 13 minutes ago
  • Tale of incomplete love .

Pic credit - @ottokim ✨
  • Tale of incomplete love .

    Pic credit - @ottokim
  • 11 2 23 minutes ago
  • It is utterly dead!
Cold as the dull white toe
Peeking torpidly through
Handfuls of mulch and dirt.

How many hands did it take
For this shallow grave-
Three, seven, thirteen ideal
Pallbearers losing to
Ten, twenty, thirty homicidal fingers.

Did it love, this marble beauty,
Dolorous David in the dirt:
I loved at a time.
I loved once beyond the 
Red itch I scratch biweekly.

A whore here, a whore there,
Thirteen white whores
Laying me to red rest:
Was it his whore who did it.
Maybe it was she who plunged
The dagger in his solid heart.

Maybe it was he who did it,
With green fingers and lips
Draining more than his tiny, sticky lives.
The stiffy was now a stiff,
Prodding only black beetles 
Through mounds of wet soil:

My God, I am late!
A bloody Mary
Igniting my bloody veins
Is what I need!
The surrounding trees
Vibrantly agreed in
Soft rustlings of their leaves:

Those eyes... Colourless beauties.
Had they once reflected
The giggle of a child,
The sobs of his woman
In a sea of blue... green?
Brown, maybe-
They looked opaquely past me now:

I had best be on my way,
Dates, people, appointments,
Purple graphs on pink papers...
Good day, Sir!
Coloured notes on coloured charts
Called me by my white collar.

His twisted mouth sneered
An anguished salutation,
Fixed in the morning dew, and
I took my leave to the
Yellow dawn.
-- Blood-stumped 
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  • It is utterly dead!
    Cold as the dull white toe
    Peeking torpidly through
    Handfuls of mulch and dirt.

    How many hands did it take
    For this shallow grave-
    Three, seven, thirteen ideal
    Pallbearers losing to
    Ten, twenty, thirty homicidal fingers.

    Did it love, this marble beauty,
    Dolorous David in the dirt:
    I loved at a time.
    I loved once beyond the
    Red itch I scratch biweekly.

    A whore here, a whore there,
    Thirteen white whores
    Laying me to red rest:
    Was it his whore who did it.
    Maybe it was she who plunged
    The dagger in his solid heart.

    Maybe it was he who did it,
    With green fingers and lips
    Draining more than his tiny, sticky lives.
    The stiffy was now a stiff,
    Prodding only black beetles
    Through mounds of wet soil:

    My God, I am late!
    A bloody Mary
    Igniting my bloody veins
    Is what I need!
    The surrounding trees
    Vibrantly agreed in
    Soft rustlings of their leaves:

    Those eyes... Colourless beauties.
    Had they once reflected
    The giggle of a child,
    The sobs of his woman
    In a sea of blue... green?
    Brown, maybe-
    They looked opaquely past me now:

    I had best be on my way,
    Dates, people, appointments,
    Purple graphs on pink papers...
    Good day, Sir!
    Coloured notes on coloured charts
    Called me by my white collar.

    His twisted mouth sneered
    An anguished salutation,
    Fixed in the morning dew, and
    I took my leave to the
    Yellow dawn.
    -- Blood-stumped
    #sethstevens #poetry #writing #writer #myart #poetsofinstagram #poet #poetrytherapy #art #literature #lgbtpoet #gaywriting #gay #pride #wordtherapy #gaylife #lgbt #lgbtq #gaylove #love #wordporn #poetrylovers #visualpoetry #gayboy #poetryofinstagram #poems #society #poetrytherapy #poetrycommunity
  • 19 1 27 minutes ago
  • In a perfect world.
  • In a perfect world.
  • 20 2 35 minutes ago
  • 1 2 46 minutes ago
  • • Compromises •

Wandering to find an answer 
that seems to be lost in the dark 
While Waiting to see the light 
Storm engulfs 
With the clouds of haste and worries 
forcing you to decide 
Delaying the decision feels 
Like being drowned in the sands of time 
Quick and deadly 
You weigh the options 
See the choices available 
The people you call your own 
Narrate their tales of reasons 
Not an imposition and your decision they say 
While convincing every beat to compromise 
It’s your call but not your say 
For sometimes you compromise 
to let their love for you win 
and choose to lose for their love. 
Pic credit - Pinterest ✨
  • • Compromises •

    Wandering to find an answer
    that seems to be lost in the dark
    While Waiting to see the light
    Storm engulfs
    With the clouds of haste and worries
    forcing you to decide
    Delaying the decision feels
    Like being drowned in the sands of time
    Quick and deadly
    You weigh the options
    See the choices available
    The people you call your own
    Narrate their tales of reasons
    Not an imposition and your decision they say
    While convincing every beat to compromise
    It’s your call but not your say
    For sometimes you compromise
    to let their love for you win
    and choose to lose for their love.
    Pic credit - Pinterest ✨
  • 34 1 13 hours ago