bisexual, any pronouns, disabled, white, twenties | playing dice with my small corner of the universe | reblogs from @diceystealstheinternet
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Rice sweets and macha
Complementing each other
Rest on my palate
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AKB 2016
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Pick 'n' mix: a sketch to match my poem. Day 1 and my first try at Inktober. A slightly different take on 'Ring', perhaps. Repost with alt text.
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The boxing bell sounds;
I step out into the ring.
As I hit, he kneels.
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AKB 2019
take me with you when you go away
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it's probably paranoid
but his generosity beats like a burden.
always even in his eyes.
faking and taking
the fastest and the fanciest;
what to watch for?
follow the money, follow the lady,
take a bit of a chance
with a little bit of skill.
like playing poker with a god on your side,
it's a hell of a ride.
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fighting gets you caught,
gets you noticed gets you killed.
racking up the charges,
keep me close and train me well.
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give it away, toss it aside.
scatter it in sterile soil,
gamble if you like.
but never, ever burn it.
('cause I'll know if you do).
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never get attached to your cash,
'cause when you're strapped for it,
you can't forget what it was
to live without it.
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be rich for a day or a week
you'll lose it.
money like that ties you down,
trips you up, takes you
out of this world.
can't do anything with it,
can't do without it.
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fly through the sky,
fall down from Mars.
and when you're back,
when you land on the earth
earthed like lightning,
what do you do?
case the next mark, pick the next stop
on the road.
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hang your hat where you lay your head,
no. hold up your head.
walk into the space like you own the place
(you do).
and here's the key:
he'll always come back 'til he doesn't.
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never seen the ocean
never seen the border,
and it'll be warm and it'll be wrong.
and whatever magick fills you.
and whatever gods protect you.
it's a full-time fucking job.
so I think I'll stay right here,
not going with you when you go.
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and I'm playing telephone with my life
and I make a fool of myself with tongues and truth,
I make a fool of myself with words and teeth,
but I never make a fool outta him.
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so it's raining shoes and sipping liqour,
wishing you well, a well-wisher.
words stretch and slip beneath my lips
so I run
and I sit
with the silence
(not him).
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AKB 2019
Capitalist Fantasyland & Real-Life Dystopia
Carrying Mountains
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How many have you broken? Upon your rocks.
How many raised up? Upon your wings.
How many stumbling survivors like me?
To calculate its worth, tit for tat, one for one.
A feeling, an impression, class degree.
A mark scheme accounting for history.
What price three years of life?
Toss a coin, stab in the dark - love/hate, good/bad.
Worth(less).
What price pain if light outweighs it?
My heart or a feather, my kingdom for a feather.
Tot it up, take an average.
How incommensurable this experience.
Just pebbles in my pockets that I carry with me.
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AKB 2017