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Ginny Lynne
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happy valentines day, me. #poetry
Valentines 2025 Would you taste so good if you weren't here? I start to think, usually three days after you leave me, heading towards your promised sanctuaries, where I cannot be present, that I must transfigure myself like the night and cascade into shadows of syrup and anxiety, emerging always from the other side as the same but undeniably overthrown in spirit, which tells me all I need to know about your unshakeable phenomena and drifting mind.
February 14, 2025 at 3:46 PM
twothirdslotus.bsky.social
"And Holden Caulfield is a friend of mine

We go drinking from time to time

And I find it gets harder every time"

#poetry
I Am Nothing Without (Nietzsche Sits By The Fire) The seventeen gods in my head, radiant; dead and white; viciously queer; no understood in the slightest; not slightly divine sit around the low living-room table, and talk of anything but scripture. We like the warmth of the fireplace. They come and go, some more absent than not, some worn into their usual places. Some trickle out as night flows in. But two are just pouring their first drink. Where am I? Where do I sit? Certainly not in the seat by the fire. Where am I?
February 11, 2025 at 7:52 PM
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"lesson in my mental negativity"
#poetry #poem
"lesson in my mental negativity" Exercise One: (Follow along) Observe the inner eyelid–describe–by hearing only, the form and motion of the smoke–carried on breeze by man's warm marlboro. Listen along, air's motion, slowed–down, invisible by only vision. Ignore brain's ingrained–deficiency. Flow in waft–till you see with aural hallucination. Realize all this nation's issues are sonic. Smoke. see absurd–divine. Joke. STEP TWO FORGET SMOKE because SIGHT BY SOUND CAN'T EXIST. KILL CONCEPTION. come BACK TO SANITY. DON'T GET TRICKED INTO enlightenment. MAKE CASH. WRITE EIGHT WORKS OF fiction, NOT GREATER, DON'T CUT SHORT. EIGHT. ARBITRARY. LOOK AT God AND SMIRK. CREATE CONFIDENCE, DRINK WITHOUT discretion. REPEAT UNTIL LOST. Exercise Three: Seal off hearing. See the mumbling of all in this room. Enjoy while able. See Exercise One for more. STEP TWO TIMES TWO repeat step two under present circumstance… (1,2,3,(2*2),…n) end "lesson in my mental negativity" Exercise One: (Follow along) Observe the inner eyelid–describe–by hearing only, the form and motion of the smoke–carried on breeze by man's warm marlboro. Listen along, air's motion, slowed–down, invisible by only vision. Ignore brain's ingrained–deficiency. Flow in waft–till you see with aural hallucination. Realize all this nation's issues are sonic. Smoke. see absurd–divine. Joke. STEP TWO FORGET SMOKE because SIGHT BY SOUND CAN'T EXIST. KILL CONCEPTION. come BACK TO SANITY. DON'T GET TRICKED INTO enlightenment. MAKE CASH. WRITE EIGHT WORKS OF fiction, NOT GREATER, DON'T CUT SHORT. EIGHT. ARBITRARY. LOOK AT God AND SMIRK. CREATE CONFIDENCE, DRINK WITHOUT discretion. REPEAT UNTIL LOST. Exercise Three: Seal off hearing. See the mumbling of all in this room. Enjoy while able. See Exercise One for more. STEP TWO TIMES TWO repeat step two under present circumstance… (1,2,3,(2*2),…n) end "lesson in my mental negativity" Exercise One: (Follow along) Observe the inner eyelid–describe–by hearing only, the form and motion of the smoke–carried on breeze by man's warm marlboro. Listen along, air's motion, slowed–down, invisible by only vision. Ignore brain's ingrained–deficiency. Flow in waft–till you see with aural hallucination. Realize all this nation's issues are sonic. Smoke. see absurd–divine. Joke. STEP TWO FORGET SMOKE because SIGHT BY SOUND CAN'T EXIST. KILL CONCEPTION. come BACK TO SANITY. DON'T GET TRICKED INTO enlightenment. MAKE CASH. WRITE EIGHT WORKS OF fiction, NOT GREATER, DON'T CUT SHORT. EIGHT. ARBITRARY. LOOK AT God AND SMIRK. CREATE CONFIDENCE, DRINK WITHOUT discretion. REPEAT UNTIL LOST. Exercise Three: Seal off hearing. See the mumbling of all in this room. Enjoy while able. See Exercise One for more. STEP TWO TIMES TWO repeat step two under present circumstance… (1,2,3,(2*2),…n) end
February 8, 2025 at 5:08 PM
twothirdslotus.bsky.social
"the point"
#poetry #poem
"the point" it is that i am free it doesn't bother me like it bothers your eyes you get it, after all you sit on it, the rock precipice. you feel its gravitational tug. i betrayed you in not asking of it i felt no need for your permit i stare at you, so hurt by it we; you, i, it we pity you as pities i we both submit, you and i they slit young, weak, wrists, i watch they bleed a bayou of blood, weeds emit, i watch they went to you, i left you, it watches
January 21, 2025 at 6:30 PM
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"always–" a poem about the sun, as requested by #twitch chatter youngsolina
#poem #poetry
January 20, 2025 at 4:50 PM
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self referential?
November 11, 2024 at 1:42 AM
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a poet playing OMORI - part 2 live right now on twitch.tv/2thirdslotus
November 1, 2024 at 12:59 AM
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#poetry "Sign on the corner: 2005"
November 1, 2024 at 12:08 AM
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POV: You are a poem being analyzed right now on twitch.tv/2thirdslotus
October 31, 2024 at 7:00 PM
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Come say hi at twitch.tv/2thirdslotus - Doing some digital art today! I used to draw still life on procreate, but have been out of it for a while, so we will see how this poet does
October 29, 2024 at 6:58 PM
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#poetry
October 29, 2024 at 6:24 PM
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Trauma poem!

#poetry #trans
October 27, 2024 at 5:19 PM
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having a lot of fun making my own art for my twitch stream! ink + colored pencil + digital
October 27, 2024 at 2:23 AM
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#poetry

Charles Bukowski looms over me in his influence like the specter of death by glorious alcoholism
“were my poems great before last night?” was my dress ugly before the driver shouted out the passenger window “you look like trash, faggot” nobody else said a thing, but when I slipped into the club like water everyone laughed. was the comic’s joke funny before everyone laughed? he seemed like he knew, but was he right before he told the joke? I flowed to the bar, and the boy serving drinks smiled, was he happy before I caught his eye? is the dress still ugly? and did his favorite drink taste this perfect before I took a sip? did the joke stop being funny? when he said “I can’t stand this guy” what made the drink suddenly taste different? why did I still want him to take off my dress? were my poems great before he told me, lying in his bed the next morning?
October 23, 2024 at 4:39 PM
twothirdslotus.bsky.social
People always tell me they like this #poem

but before you read
Let me tell you one first thing...
October 18, 2024 at 12:10 AM
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This #poem is called "my vintage" I wrote it some time ago, but I get to dig out some of the old gems on a new platform
A poem reading: “My Vintage” Lately, I’m on automatic. A weapon, transmission, one vision, a shooter, active, efficient, and firing. On all cylinders. On target. On you, my muse, my ride. Or die. My mind. It’s on an idea: Be more like a classic ride, fine wine, stick shift, swirl, sniff, one sip. Generous tip. What do I mean? Grow up, settle in, act an age. Slow down, climb over, quell rage. Look above, accept below, be beige. Turn off, sit out, turn a page. You know it hurts to turn it on, dive in, pull the trigger, spend the night, feel the high, take a life, put her in drive. But I’m speeding on worn out brakes. And I’d rather break a bottle than be… My vintage.
October 17, 2024 at 3:52 PM