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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 14/05/2026
So permanent I press myself To papers The ink Of my veins Running Over pages Worn Dog-earred Each drop A pen stroke Stanza'd Like a soul Could fit 8 1/2 by 11 #poetry #bspoet #poem #poems
So permanent
I press myself
To papers

The ink
Of my veins
Running

Over pages
Worn
Dog-earred

Each drop
A pen stroke
Stanza'd

Like a soul
Could fit
8 1/2 by 11

@oliver.rising
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 30/04/2026
What is love Without prudence What if I don't want to love Like a warm glass of milk I want to love Like a glass of bourbon You set on fire You have to be brave enough To take the first sip #poem #love #fire #romance #bspoetry
What is love
Without prudence

What if
I don't want to love
Like a warm glass of milk

I want to love
Like a glass of bourbon
You set on fire

You have to be brave enough
To take the first sip
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 28/04/2026
I got a sliver And I wonder Does love work like that? A small piece of someone Else That gets caught up Sliding into the skin Getting under our Fingerprints No tweezers necessary #poem #poetry #bspoet #love
I got a sliver
And I wonder
Does love work like that?
A small piece of someone
Else
That gets caught up
Sliding into the skin
Getting under our 
Fingerprints
No tweezers necessary
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 21/04/2026
"If Listening Were an Olympic Sport I'd be the worst At listening to Myself On the way to work When my singing voice Still cracks from my coffee I Wonder if there's A way to tell myself It's okay When I can feel How not okay it is If maybe I'll listen Past the wall..." #poem #poetry #BSPoet
If
Listening
Were an Olympic Sport
I'd be the worst
At listening to
Myself 

On the way to work
When my singing voice
Still cracks from my coffee
I 

Wonder if there's 
A way to tell myself 
It's okay
When I can feel
How not okay it is

If maybe I'll listen
Past the wall
Of anxiety that
There's no fire

To get rid of
Just
Sad truths
And
Hard lives

Take your truths
And live
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 21/04/2026
Would you still look for me? Outside of the swimming pool Eyes closed and hollering If I stopped calling out Your name Would ever I hear my phone ring again I'll wear as many striped shirts in every crowd As you need to see where I stand Just let me know You'll keep looking #poem #poetry #bspoet
Would you still look for me?
Outside of the swimming pool
Eyes closed and hollering

If I stopped calling out
Your name
Would ever I hear my phone ring again

I'll wear as many striped shirts
in every crowd
As you need to see where

I stand

Just let me know
You'll keep looking
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 06/04/2026
A curse Or a gift Do I still get to eat the knuckle sandwich? If a boxing glove is wrapped around the fist Or does it just Hit What gift doesn't come with the receipt Highlighted and circled in red They will never let you forget the cost Of not being dead #poem #poetry #poems
A curse Or a gift 
Do I still get to eat the knuckle sandwich? 
If a boxing glove is wrapped around the fist
Or does it just Hit 
What gift doesn't come with the receipt
Highlighted and circled in red 
They will never let you forget the cost 
Of not being dead
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 12/03/2026
My Own Hands "I want to sit me down Put my hand On my own knee Look at myself And say, "I need some time" I want to look Into my own eyes And let the clock Unwind All the time I spent Counting the bruises Like buttons I never was good at Collections But I am good At being a bad..." #poems #poet
My Own Hands

I want to sit me down
Put my hand
On my own knee
Look at myself

And say,
"I need some time"
I want to look
Into my own eyes
And let the clock
Unwind

All the time
I spent
Counting the bruises
Like buttons

I never was good at
Collections
But I am good
At being a bad
Actor 

In the play
Of my life
If I could cast
Me
As my Lover

I'd say

"Give me space...
I don't love you any less
But your heart
Beats like, 35 times a second
And I don't have
Enough grace
In my pinky toe
To let you box breathe your way
Back into our conversations
But you've got a golden glove
In getting back up
So don't worry about the pace just
Side step back into
Yourself
Brush the chip
Off your shoulder
And go all-in."

Obviously
I'd weep

Cause I'm so close
To me
I forget that I can
Love me

That it matters
How I hold my own hand

I can hold me close
And let me cry
And let me cry

Because it matters
How I hold
My own hand
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 28/02/2026
Tired "I appreciate healing But I am tired I am tired of a good week Followed by A crash Out Trying to be aware Of my own mind Bullying My own mind Into crying In the shower Even after a good Day Why do feelings Rate from 8-10 When I am desperate For a moment Of 1" #poems #poetry #healing #BPD
Tired

I appreciate healing
But I am tired
I am tired of a good week
Followed by
A crash
Out

Trying to be aware
Of my own mind
Bullying
My own mind
Into crying
In the shower

Even after a good
Day

Why do feelings
Rate from 8-10
When I am desperate
For a moment
Of 1
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 26/02/2026
Ode to My Butt "I approve Of my butt Many years in the making We've been through some shit Together Round rumped Plumped Better than junk In this trunk I wouldn't go anywhere Without it From toilet seats To handprints This butt? Is going places One stair..." #poems #bodypositivity #poetry
Ode to My Butt

I approve 
Of my butt 
Many years in the making 
We've been through some shit
Together

Round rumped
Plumped 
Better than junk 
In this trunk
I wouldn't go anywhere 
Without it 

From toilet seats 
To handprints
This butt?
Is going places
One stair master at a time

I'll be around
Not a corner in sight
But your eyes 
Can look me down
And up

I've got a great mind
And a great butt
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 25/02/2026
Laugh Lines "I can't wait to get old To see the record Lines of laughter That I pressed Into my lovers Faces like flowers Their laughs Are a bouquet Of colors I Would save for Everyone to see Some day I'll count the Laugh lines I made In the smiles Of my lovers faces Many years from now" #poetry
Laugh Lines

I can't wait to get old
To see the record
Lines of laughter
That I pressed
Into my lovers
Faces like flowers

Their laughs
Are a bouquet
Of colors I
Would save for
Everyone to see
Some day

I'll count the
Laugh lines I made
In the smiles
Of my lovers faces
Many years from now
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 25/02/2026
Time "If my selflessness Hurts people Will being selfish Be good? I thought keeping pain inside Meant saving others From pain they never asked for But I didn't ask for it either How many times Did I walk away Because I thought I deserved it? Maybe being alone to cry Meant..." #poems #poetry
Time

If my selflessness
Hurts people
Will being selfish
Be good?

I thought keeping pain inside
Meant saving others
From pain they never asked for
But I didn't ask for it either

How many times
Did I walk away
Because I thought
I deserved it?

Maybe being alone to cry
Meant letting others
Wonder where my pain lives
But it never made a home

When did I stop
Holding the hands of
The people I love
So they couldn't let go?

I hope this time
Means giving others
The hope that they give me
Even if I haven't shown it

Give me time
Give me time
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 23/02/2026
Laughter and Resistance "I'll write a poem about this About the crooked doorways And warm air Damp with breath I'll write a poem about the sound Of people laughing In a house I don't know But I feel safe I'll try to capture The moment laughter And resistance Felt like one..." #poetry #resistance
I'll write a poem about this
About the crooked doorways
And warm air
Damp with breath

I'll write a poem about the sound
Of people laughing
In a house I don't know
But I feel safe
I'll try to capture

The moment laughter
And resistance
Felt like one piece
Cause that moment

Fit so perfectly
Into the picture of community
I didn't know

They were separate
Things
Did you know?

That laughter
And resistance
Are the same thing?
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 21/02/2026
I think about my body If I saw me As someone else How I would appreciate Their waist Curving into their hips Would I notice The soft stubble Of newly made hairs Racing to show a Jawline hardening To cut soft lines Into their lovers shoulders Would I see And love..." #poems #poetry
I think about my body 
If I saw me 
As someone else 
How I would appreciate

Their waist 
Curving into their hips 
Would I notice 
The soft stubble 

Of newly made hairs 
Racing to show a 
Jawline hardening 
To cut soft lines 

Into their lovers shoulders

Would I see 
And love 
The lines of me
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 21/02/2026
The Heart of You "I wonder if there's a way To bottle up The way your eyes Catch the light When they look At my lips I feel like I could kiss The heart of You" #poem #poetry #love
The Heart of You 

I wonder if there's a way 
To bottle up 
The way your eyes 
Catch the light 
When they look 
At my lips 
I feel like 
I could kiss 
The heart of 
You
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 19/02/2026
Be Love "I wish I was the mountains In your hometown I'd watch you dance in my shadows And call my valleys home I would be the siren that Called for tornadoes And hold you tightly In the basement I wish I was the house That gave the biggest Candy bars..." #poem #poetry #love
I wish I was the mountains
In your hometown
I'd watch you dance in my shadows
And call my valleys home

I would be the siren that
Called for tornadoes
And hold you tightly
In the basement

I wish I was the house
That gave the biggest
Candy bars
Just to feel you both
Hold me so tight

I want to be love
In a person
For you

To be kind enough
To love myself enough
To be love for you

Both of you
Could melt me down
I'd make
The prettiest ring
Around our future
As long as neither of you mind

A coffee stain
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 18/02/2026
Changed "It's a U-turn A stop and go A break between stanzas After the worst Cliff hanger The pendulum swings To Conscious as hell And suddenly I'm changed It won't swing back It hurt too much Swinging words Like fists And a black eye On your heart I couldn't forgive myself.." #poem #poetry #love
It's a U-turn 
A stop and go 
A break between stanzas 
After the worst 
Cliff hanger 

The pendulum swings 
To 
Conscious as hell 
And suddenly 
I'm changed 

It won't swing back 
It hurt too much 
Swinging words 
Like fists 
And a black eye 
On your heart 

I couldn't forgive myself 
If I didn't change
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 18/02/2026
In a Trench Coat "I don't really know how to be a person I'm more like 1000 traumas in a trench coat Trying to find A kind place to land" #poem #poetry #trauma
I don't really know how to be a person 
I'm more like 
1000 traumas in a trench coat
Trying to find 
A kind place to land
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 12/02/2026
"Let me pretend for a while That I'm your knight in dingy armor I already slayed my dragons And showed up to your door whole You can hold my hand And maybe I'll have enough time Before the end To let our fingers weave together A future you might not even..." #poems #poetry #love
Pretend with Me

Let me pretend for a while
That I'm your knight in dingy armor 
I already slayed my dragons
And showed up to your door whole 
You can hold my hand 
And maybe I'll have enough time
Before the end 
To let our fingers weave together 
A future you might not even 
Believe in
But I want to hold onto it so badly 
My knuckles are as white as 
Bones under the skin 
Just pretend with me
For a little while
That I met all my expectations
And could be the Charming 
I wanted to be
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 10/02/2026
TW: Self harm mention "When will I be done? Growing Healing Working Towards Trying To be something everyone is supposed to already be. See nobody ever told me I shouldn't mean it when I love But my dad meant i When he brought flowers to every recital Just as much..." #poems #poetry #feelings
TW: Self harm mention 

When will I be done? 
Growing
Healing 
Working
Towards Trying 
To be something everyone is supposed to already be. 

See nobody ever told me 
I shouldn't mean it when I love 
But my dad meant it 
When he brought flowers to every recital 
Just as much as when he pushed my chair 
To the living room floor 

Maybe I meant it most 
When I kissed my own skin 
After finally cutting deep enough to leave a scar 

When the words that raised me 
Were it hurts to be beautiful 
I can't help but wonder 
When the beauty finally starts 
How much hurt does it take to be beautiful 
How much hurt does it take to
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 10/02/2026
Crash "I have to fight still To find the space Between my own breaths The moments of pause When I feel the weight of the world Lifted off my shoulders And I wonder If Atlas Ever learned to box breathe To stop it all from crashing down" #poems #poetry #stress #boxbreathe
Crash

I have to fight still 
To find the space
Between my own breaths 
The moments of pause 
When I feel the weight of the world 
Lifted off my shoulders 
And I wonder 
If Atlas 
Ever learned to box breathe 
To stop it all from crashing down
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 09/02/2026
Magic and Love "What is the difference between Magic and Love If I see stars in your eyes And hear music in your footsteps What fated red string Doesn't pull itself out Of a silly black hat Where rabbits live If Love isn't Magic Why do four leaf clovers Grow..." #poem #poetry #love
Magic and Love 

What is the difference between 
Magic and Love
If I see stars in your eyes 
And hear music in your footsteps 

What fated red string 
Doesn't pull itself out 
Of a silly black hat 
Where rabbits live 

If Love isn't Magic 
Why do four leaf clovers 
Grow in patches 
Your fingertips leave behind
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 08/02/2026
Childhood "Bury my bones In the garden Behind my childhood home Let me haunt the woods Where I Built kingdoms in my mind Let me linger on the grass Where my dog and I Laid all summer Leave me by the flowers That I watched Bloom..." #poems #poetry #childhood
Childhood

Bury my bones 
In the garden 
Behind my childhood home 

Let me haunt the woods 
Where I 
Built kingdoms in my mind 

Let me linger on the grass 
Where my dog and I 
Laid all summer 

Leave me by the flowers 
That I watched 
Bloom and fall 

Watch me ride my bike 
So far 
To always come home 

Keep me close to the shed 
I nearly burned down 
One summer night 

Hide me in the basement 
With the treasure 
I never found 

Bury my bones 
In the garden 

I have a childhood to tend
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 07/02/2026
The pendulum swings Too much Too little Never just right I teeter my own totter Into the scales Of what the fuck Tipping the whole Boat overboard My loose cannon Has been all over This cruise ship Poop deck Shit storm of Turbulence where I Do not put..." #poems #poetry #balance
Trapeze

The pendulum swings
Too much Too little 
Never just right 

I teeter my own totter 
Into the scales
Of what the fuck 
Tipping the whole 
Boat overboard 

My loose cannon 
Has been all over
This cruise ship 
Poop deck 

Shit storm of 
Turbulence where I 
Do not put on the mask 
First 

I couldn't press
The call button 
Without peeing
My big boy 
Pants 

When I have a 
thought so loud 
I can't not say it 
I feel the scale 
Weigh 
Towards 

Why did you say that out loud 

Not 
Ever 

What a great idea 

My totter has been teetering 
For like 20 years 
Unbalanced I need an alignment 
Of my soul 

Or like 
An oil change 
Around 2,000 
Traumas ago 

What pendulum 
Swings between 
Too great 
And the worst person 
I've never 
Met 

When does the 
Timing belt 
Snap 
Around a future
That doesn't 
Feel so far away 

What mind 
Sits in between 
Oh my god 
And 
Oh my god 

That doesn't swing both ways 
When they're crossing 
My path 

How do I 
Stop 
The in between 

The constant 

Balancing act
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 06/02/2026
"Live Live soft Let others hold you Gentle in their hands Let them guide you When you can't see Open your heart enough To let them in Where you don't Want to be Take the love that You are given And know That you deserve Every Drop So live Even if it's soft" #poems #poetry #soft
Every drop

Live 
Live soft 
Let others hold you 
Gentle in their hands 
Let them guide you 
When you can't see 
Open your heart enough 
To let them in 
Where you don't 
Want to be 
Take the love that 
You are given 
And know 
That you deserve
Every 
Drop 
So live 
Even if it's soft
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 05/02/2026
"Seeping Finding Bending Breaking Endless Tumult Final Waking Steady Hands Constant Shaking Mirrored Masked Lying Faking Broken Heavy Endless Making Lost Course Ever Taking Stable Ground Forever Quaking Here I lie Always Aching" #Poems #Poetry #Writing
Seeping 
Finding
Bending 
Breaking 

Endless 
Tumult 
Final 
Waking 

Steady 
Hands 
Constant 
Shaking 

Mirrored 
Masked
Lying 
Faking 

Broken
Heavy
Endless
Making 

Lost 
Course 
Ever
Taking

Stable 
Ground 
Forever
Quaking 

Here I lie
Always 
Aching
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 02/02/2026
6 Foot "6 foot away from a man in a box That told me he never wanted to be there Consoling grown men that couldn't Hold themselves upright Long enough to look me in the eyes When they wished me a happy birthday What did 20 have to bring That 19 didn't already take..." #poems #poetry #loss
6 Foot

6 foot away from a man in a box
That told me he never wanted to be there

Consoling grown men that couldn't
Hold themselves upright

Long enough to look me in the eyes
When they wished me a happy birthday

What did 20 have to bring
That 19 didn't already take away from me

A future without a man that loved me
Just as hard as he hit

Or another two years trauma bonded
To a pathological liar 

That fucked me the night
We found out he died

After I had already 
Finished her homework

What would I have to give
To close the box lid

Tuck it away in some
Unseen corner of a childhood

That I spent years trying
To prove to myself wasn't real 

6 foot away 
From the family that never wanted me

Watching a body 
Not take breaths
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 02/02/2026
Bruise-Less "I could close my eyes And fall down Three flights of stairs Not nearly as fast As my stumble To you So blindly in love I fall down Into your arms Bruise-less" . #Poetry #Writing #Love
I could close my eyes
And fall down
Three flights of stairs

Not nearly as fast 
As my stumble 
To you

So blindly in love 
I fall down 
Into your arms

Bruise-less
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BlueSky Poetry @blueskypoetry.bsky.social · 01/02/2026
February’s #BlueSkyPoetry Prompts Title: "February Flux" “February’s flux begins its subtle sway.” Use the exact hashtag #BSPP50 to share each of your creations for any of the days of February that you choose to write. #BlueSkyPoetry #BSPP50 #February #poetry #poetryCommunity
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 30/01/2026
Stars "You keep so many stars In the constellations on your face Even the sky Knows that it owes you Everything" #poems #poetry #love
Stars

"You keep so many stars 
In the constellations on your face 
Even the sky 
Knows that it owes you 
Everything"
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 23/01/2026
Never Known Hearing you snore Is safety I've never known #poems #poetry #love
Never Known

Hearing you snore 
Is safety 
I've never known
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 23/01/2026
Home How many times Do I have to rebuild myself To not have Fist sized holes in the wall Somewhere between Well insulated And outright fat Where I can hide The 8 year old Begging to be loved Through the cracks in the floorboard Looking into the kitchen For..." #poems #poetry #abuse
Home 

How many times 
Do I have to rebuild myself 

To not have 
Fist sized holes in the wall 

Somewhere between

Well insulated 
And outright fat 

Where I can hide
The 8 year old 

Begging to be loved 
Through the cracks in the floorboard 

Looking into the kitchen 
For a family meal 

I spent so long 
Thinking I had put myself back together 

I ignored the tree that was grown 
Into the foundation 

I was so sure I had it right 
I would've listed it immediately 

But no one can live 
In a broken home
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 23/01/2026
I’ll Be Fine I do not like this thought at all I do not like it big or small I do not like it in my brain I do not like it on refrain I do not like it when I wake Or every step I try to take I do not like this grinding thought I do not like its tragic plot..."
I’ll Be Fine 

I do not like this thought at all 
I do not like it big or small 

I do not like it in my brain
I do not like it on refrain 

I do not like it when I wake 
Or every step I try to take 

I do not like this grinding thought 
I do not like it's tragic plot 

I do not want it in my head 
So what I try to do instead 

I put the thought outside my ears 
Where maybe no one ever hears 

I put the thought inside a jar 
I take it very very far 

I leave it somewhere in a place 
That I will never have to face 

I do not like this thought of mine 
I'll jar it up and I'll be fine.
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 22/01/2026
The Voice in my Head that Reads Poems You’re the voice in my head that reads poems I've never met you A stranger on all counts But your voice Was the first one I heard tell my story I thought I knew what poems were Until I cried myself to..." @andreagibson.bsky.social #poem #poetry
The Voice in my Head that Reads Poems 

You’re the voice in my head that reads poems 
I've never met you 
A stranger on all counts

But your voice 
Was the first one 
I heard tell my story 

I thought I knew what poems were 
Until I cried myself to sleep 
Listening 
To “Hey Galaxy” 
Like I knew you knew me too 

I hear your voice 
Through piano chords 
And I think you'd like that 

I never met you 
But I think you'd like to know 
An unloved trans masculine he she they 
Is a resting place 

For the sound of your voice 
Like a star in the sky 
That's already died 

a poem for Andrea/Andrew Gibson
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 22/01/2026
Scars I used to be so ashamed Of the shiny bumps Hidden around my body Letters like moonlight Sunk into my skin Soft Cold My love for them has Waxed and Waned With the tides of my love For myself. Now I have scars That beam from my chest To light the harvest And..." #topsurgery #ftm #poems
Scars 
I used to be so ashamed 
Of the shiny bumps 
Hidden around my body
Letters like moonlight
Sunk into my skin
Soft
Cold
My love for them has
Waxed and Waned
With the tides of my love 
For myself.
Now I have scars
That beam from my chest 
To light the harvest
And the roads
On the way back to myself
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 22/01/2026
Falling I‘d fallen in love So often I thought I knew what it meant To love myself But Until the day I started Counting Chest hairs And Stopping to stare At myself In the reflection of the mirror in the hallway I didn’t really know what it meant To love Me #transmasc #lgbtq+ #poem
Falling
I‘d fallen in love 
So often 
I thought I knew what it meant 
To love myself 
But 
Until the day I started 
Counting 
Chest hairs 
And 
Stopping to stare 
At myself 
In the reflection of the mirror in the hallway
I didn’t really know what it meant
To love 
Me
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 22/01/2026
Soft Winter has always been so soft to me Each flake that falls Lands Silently adding all of its weight To the blanket Laid gently on the ground Even when the cold is sharp It’s silence Rolls over Frosty cheeks Rounding its edges in Comfort We watch the snow..." #winter #poems #writing
Soft
Winter has always been so soft to me 
Each flake that falls 
Lands 
Silently adding all of its weight 
To the blanket
Laid gently on the ground 

Even when the cold is sharp 
It’s silence
Rolls over
Frosty cheeks
Rounding its edges in 
Comfort

We watch the snow
Build for months
To melt away in spring
Leaving 
As softly as it lands
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 22/01/2026
Breath It’s not that I can’t breathe. It’s that breathing feels like cotton balls Stuffed down my throat Filling my lungs With itching uncertainty My chest stretches out Becoming the worn pillow My anxiety can rest it’s head on Each exhale Clamors its way out of..." #poems #anxiety #poet
Breath
It’s not that I can’t breathe. 
It’s that breathing feels like cotton balls 
Stuffed down my throat 
Filling my lungs 
With itching uncertainty 
My chest stretches out 
Becoming the worn pillow 
My anxiety can rest it’s head on 

Each exhale
Clamors it’s way out of my mouth 
The shake in my bones 
A weary staircase ready to collapse 
Falling apart 
From my own ragged breath.
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 22/01/2026
Who "If I wrote you a letter And told you about my day I wonder which you'd answer I wonder if it would be the man Who laughed so hard he made The whole room Light up Would it be the Ball tag champion Of the graveyard Of 2004 Would it be..." #poems #poetry #abuse
"Who 
If I wrote you a letter
And told you about my day 
I wonder which you’d answer 

I wonder if it would be the man 
That would laugh so hard 
He made the whole room 
Light up 

Would it be the 
Ball-tag Champion 
Graveyard, 2004 

Would it be the one 
Telling me 
To move my chair closer 
So you could push me down 

Would it be the one 
That threatened tumble time 
Everything 
Spinning 

Would it be the one 
Who loved documentaries 
Cuddled on the couch

Would it be the one that took us 
Trick or treating in the 
Best 
Neighborhoods 

Would it be the one I loved 

Would it be the one who loved me 

I wish I could write you a letter 
But I never know 
Who 
Would write me back"
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 22/01/2026
November "It all ebbs and flows But the ebb is a drought And the flow is a trickle And my love our flowers need more Than just sunshine To grow I'd love to make you a bouquet But I picked the flowers And didn't see you in time Before they withered" @o-rose #poems #love #writing
November

It all ebbs and flows 
But the ebb is a drought 
And the flow is a trickle 
And my love our flowers need more 
Than just sunshine 
To grow 
I'd love to make you a bouquet 
But I picked the flowers 
And didn't see you in time 
Before they withered 

@o-rose
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 22/01/2026
I am not "How can you love me When I am not When I don't want to Be Looking to something To finally feel like Nothing Finally feel Like I took a step Off The deep end I don't want to hurt anyone To not hurt anymore How can I love When I am not" . #poems #poetry #love
I am not

How can you love me 
When I am not 

When I don't want to 
Be 

Looking to something 
To finally feel like 
Nothing 

Finally feel
Like I took a step 
Off 

The deep end

I don't want to hurt anyone 
To not hurt anymore 

How can I love 
When I am not  

@o-rose
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O. Rose @o-rose.bsky.social · 22/01/2026
Whiskey "I felt more Myself When I couldn't See clearly Enough to drive home Than I ever Felt Holding my own hand" #poetry #poems
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