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Safe space
My virtual home
where I can make my words dance and no one can change the choreography
where I can be loved by other people like me
where I can realize that I'm not as alone in the world as I originally thought
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Walking home
This is when all my thoughts merge
into one big cloud
chasing me everywhere
demanding things
this is when I answer
when I walk home
when I contemplate reality
life
existence in general
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I try
I try
to strive in life
to get things done, to win
to be on top of everything
it's hard.
I've learned
that a concept
like life is hard to grasp
you have to learn to hold it, but
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I'm sorry
I'm sorry
but for what, you might ask?
Some people know
other people don't need to know
the point is that the message gets across.
I get it
I didn't mean to lash out at you
well, actually I did
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Orange pen
Orange pen
curving, looping, tracing my thoughts onto a page
fulfilling my orders
moved by my hand.
Orange pen
flying, soaring, leaping
dancing across the page
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How come?
Are you aware
what you did?
For the third time?
Once again?
Do you know
how I feel?
Ignored
overlooked
how come?
How come you didn't put in my effort?
Loves
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hope is a thing with feathers?
hope is a thing with feathers, you say.
i met it, once.
it's repulsive.
grotesque.
hideous.
it sings too, apparently.
cawing loudly,
off-key,
at 3 o'clock in the morning.
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sn / ap
i break lines like a maniac
obsessed with meter, st
opping thoughts before they begin
: a psy
chotic insomniac frankenstein's
scientist type f
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tu bi'shvat
& the trees outside stand like arrows
in the winter morning, stiff & afraid.
the world is cold, and hard,
and the new february ice lays unforgiving.
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Festival
Long day
past where morning sun shines and into the dark huskiness of night
fluorescent lights beating down
then flickering off
a fanfare
a reflection
a redemption
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metaphorically speaking, of course.
I’ve been told,
That I have a gift for words,
Here lie the depressing thoughts,
I keep hiding in my metaphors
so no one guesses they're mine.
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