Posts
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Identity Crisis
How am I supposed to know
what love is like
when I'm questioning love itself
when I'm questioning me
the world
this point in time that has
rubbed the fear
frustration
anxiety
into my skin
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Poems from Third Grade
Usually my poetry
sucks
and it will often be horrible
but that may just be my poems from
3rd grade
where we were learning online
and no one had any secrets in their family.
Loves
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Two Birds and No Stone
Don’t kill my birds.
Tommy pays taxes.
April runs a side hustle selling cursed bath bombs on Etsy.
They have dreams.
They have a 401k.
They just bought a tiny house in a haunted forest
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Hidden From Sight
I put on a sweatshirt,
Put on some pants,
Summer is coming,
And I don’t stand a chance.
I go downstairs knowing,
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Paper Airplane Ashes
A boy sat under a hazy sun, paper airplane in hand. Words stretched along the creases, telling of a world he wished he knew: one of a golden sun you couldn’t meet the gaze of, fields full of green grass and wildflowers, and sparkli
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Busywork
I feel useless
Unproductive
No one needs me right now
Good
I have nothing to do
B o r e d o m.
I can't stop thinking about you
I assign myself tasks
Keeping me occupied
