Bettie

#dontfuckwithapoet
Hi mister big man
With a small mind
& a fuzzy definition
Of consent
You coercive controlling
Little bitch

I'm your genderqueer nightmare
Come to stalk in shadow
Waiting for the right moment
To strike
Then bind
& draw your poison out
With my expert hand
Smile, buddy
*click*
<3

When you fuck with one of us
You fuck with us all
Look at you, finding out now
FAFOs are feisty
Extra-spicy and wily
And you shoulda known
That playing stupid games
Only nets you stupid prizes

#DontFuckWithAPoet

A poet's heart can be
a balm
or a bomb
You choose
But if you paint in
the colors of love
and frame it in
casual rejection
and disrespect,
the explosion will be
targeted, precise,
and eloquent
and shred you to
your very bones

#dontfuckwithapoet

My rage could #bloom
into poetic mastery
with each successive
poem,
the words I want to say
become
clearer,
concise-

you stole my dignity,
you stole my little
bit of light,
you had limitless
choices
and the one you
choose
necessitated
destroying me

#whistpr #poetry #dontfuckwithapoet

We're laying on the floor
covered in our metaphors

Munching on charcuterie
bonding over comraderie

Listening to our girly pop
and writing hexing poems

Sisterhood of smart cookies
but just playing like rookies

#poetry #SOLSEED 🌼 #sisterhood
#dontfuckwithapoet

Would like to gratefully acknowledge the reposts and encourage others if this made you smile or sneer to repost this at will you know what to do.
With gratitude Bettie.

That is very kind too kind really thank you!

Poet’s Revenge We will curse you, but not with spells our ink is spite made liquid. You thought you could vanish in silence and shadows, but we have carved you into the void of verses. Here you will live forever a villain painted in detail, lies pressed between stanzas like flowers that never rot. The world will sip our words and taste venom, expose your cruelty in between each line. We will not kill you We will immortalize you, strip you down to your smallest, and hang it in the gallery. You will be read, you will be known, you will be remembered. Never fuck with a poet.

Poet’s Revenge

We will curse you,
but not with spells
our ink is spite made liquid.
You thought you could vanish
in silence and shadows,
but we have carved you
into the void of verses…

#dontfuckwithapoet …we will write about you.

My world is a thousand tangled threads, each looped around another in impossible patterns. I used to pull at every strand, hiding frayed ends in my palm, lies snapping against my heart. Now I keep truth like a steady cord in my hand. I don’t let go. I don’t lie to myself. The knot is still a knot a snarl of histories, errors, a life gone wrong but my fingers know which thread leads out.

My world
is a thousand tangled threads,
each looped around another
in impossible patterns.
I used to pull at every strand,
hiding frayed ends in my palm,
lies snapping against my heart…

Allure

There is nothing
more seductive
than a yes
that means yes,
a no
that is heard,
and a truth
spoken without
fear of its weight.
#consent #poetry

It is! Pig brain tho. From a dissection class.

Brain anatomy dissection cut in half.

The Nakedness of Trees

Bare against the wind,
Its trunk stands
bark armour around its heart,
rings inside
record every secret…
#poetry #mpprompt

#poetry
Just Block Them
Just block them they say,
a cure just placebo.
Just block them
as if screens are shields
and silence means gone…

At the center of the storm, I am not still I am the pulse. Lightning threads the air like veins of a living sky, and I take its rhythm into my bones. Rain shatters around me, each drop thunder, each gust a partner holding me with invisible arms. The world roars but here, in the eye, I am neither chased nor chasing. I am the dance itself, an arc that bends moving with the chaos until chaos moves with me.

“Storms”

At the center of the storm,
I am not still
I am the pulse.
Lightning threads the air
like veins of a living sky,
and I take its rhythm into my bones...
#poetry

Your sophistication
laced with intoxication
that’s why they hate you.
Their auras have dulled
while yours burns brighter.
When you step into the room,
others shrink to shadows,
seething,
because what they are seeing
is indestructible.
#mantra #poetry

Built from apology
from flinching before anyone raised a hand
from swallowing the truth
so no one would choke on it but me
I loved you once
or maybe I just needed you
to survive
You kept me small
but safe enough to breathe
Now I don’t need your safety
I no longer need the weight
of regret

I am powerful because I forgot because the weight of life could be released. Trauma does that. It folds the sharpest edges into shadows, hides them where you can’t see, so you can keep breathing. And then, slowly, like a tide that knows its timing, the memories return only when your hands are strong enough to hold them without breaking.

I am powerful
because I forgot
because the weight of life
could be released.
Trauma does that…
#poetry #trauma

Today I am alive
I breathe without asking why
The sky hangs above me
and that is enough
Tomorrow I might not be
The world will go on spinning
the sun will rise for someone else
and that too is alright
I owe no oath to permanence
and am owed no explanation
Existence is a moment
not a promise.
#poetry

#poetry
Just Block Them
Just block them they say,
a cure just placebo.
Just block them
as if screens are shields
and silence means gone…

The quiet ones,
They watch.
They wait.
They discover
what the noise
tries to cover.
They speak
only when it matters.
And if they do,
the room leans in,
and listens.
Because braggarts
often have nothing to say.
And those who know
have no need to shout.

#poetry

I’ve spent years
in shoes that never fit
call it poverty,
fashion,
or the need to belong.
Today,
I took them off
and ran barefoot
into the world.
#poetry
(Reposted due to typos)

This was so meaningful for me today. I shared something much of the same sentiment earlier. Thank you💕

Deserved
is a word we speak
when we want to make sense
as if fairness were a law,
that must be obeyed.
#poetry

Thank you💕. I’m not a professional by any stretch of the imagination so when one works out it’s a nice surprise.

The sound
of terror.
Deafness and dissociation
no presence
but pressure
no choice
but consequence.
It’s worn down
bartered,
frightened,
frozen beneath survival.
It is only the memory
that flinches.
#poetry

Thank you💕

we write with trembling hands,
not for applause,
but so someone, somewhere,
might feel a little less alone.

We crack open our chests
and bleed beauty
on purpose.

And if the world
doesn’t understand
that’s okay.
The ones who need it
will.

we write with trembling hands,
not for applause,
but so someone, somewhere,
might feel a little less alone.

We crack open our chests
and bleed beauty
on purpose.

And if the world
doesn’t understand
that’s okay.
The ones who need it
will.