📚 The Pretty Words and Poetry Dump 📚

i am monogamous to chaos.
the way destruction flirts
with rebirth.
the way heartbreak
moans itself into poetry.
the way death itself winks,
reminding me every climax
is also a funeral.

i am married to the madness.
my vows are carved into my scars.
the kind of devotion that doesn’t fit
inside hallmark cards.
the way everything falls apart
just enough to turn me on
again.

i am religious about the way
this world fucks me open.
i believe in making out with grief
until joy interrupts and climbs on top.
i believe in orgasms of awe
when the body remembers
it’s temporary.

i am a devoted disciple
of the unhinged,
the untamable.
every morning i wake up
to kiss the mouth of uncertainty,
tasting the sharp sweetness of maybe
as she comes harder than any dream ever could
with her hand on my chest reminding me
that survival is the kinkiest love story
we’ll ever live.

and if that makes me crazy,
so be it.
at least i’ll die
having made out with god
in the backseat of my own damn heart.

By Christopher Sexton
(And yes, that's how he typed it out.)
 
i am monogamous to chaos.
the way destruction flirts
with rebirth.
the way heartbreak
moans itself into poetry.
the way death itself winks,
reminding me every climax
is also a funeral.

i am married to the madness.
my vows are carved into my scars.
the kind of devotion that doesn’t fit
inside hallmark cards.
the way everything falls apart
just enough to turn me on
again.

i am religious about the way
this world fucks me open.
i believe in making out with grief
until joy interrupts and climbs on top.
i believe in orgasms of awe
when the body remembers
it’s temporary.

i am a devoted disciple
of the unhinged,
the untamable.
every morning i wake up
to kiss the mouth of uncertainty,
tasting the sharp sweetness of maybe
as she comes harder than any dream ever could
with her hand on my chest reminding me
that survival is the kinkiest love story
we’ll ever live.

and if that makes me crazy,
so be it.
at least i’ll die
having made out with god
in the backseat of my own damn heart.

By Christopher Sexton
(And yes, that's how he typed it out.)
Been a minute, Just! I love this and soo needed it today. Hope you are well overall in your world, I resolving mine. I a positive way, it feels now.
 
I want you to be happy
because you deserve to be happy.
I want you to be happy
because it makes me
happy to see you,
the way you were .
always meant to be.
--Mark Anthony
 
there’s no such thing as writer’s block.
just cowards who won’t take the condom off
their creativity.

poetry is better naked.

you think you need inspiration,
but you really need intimacy.
tell me: when’s the last time
you let your imagination climax
instead of curating it
for likes?

you want to know why your words feel flat?
because you keep wiping them down
with clorox before you serve them.
art is a mess babe.
let it drip.

stop pretending creation is clean.
it’s sex with god’s shadow.
it’s death biting its lip .
it’s birth that bleeds.
it smells like sweat,
not stock photos.

true creativity is regenerative.
not recycled. not rehearsing.
but fucking life so raw
the world around you grows wild again.
anything less is just repackaged plastic.

feral is the flavor of truth.

art without audacity tastes like stale bread.

By Christopher Sexton
 
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