Posts
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Just Me
You ask who I am.
Honestly, I wonder that too.
Sometimes I'm one thing, other times another.
Sometimes I feel like I'm just shattered glass piecing itself back together.
And then breaking again.
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My Friend, The Songbird
Singing, Singing, Singing.
Your voice fills my ears.
Smiling, Smiling, Smiling,
Your happiness fills my heart.
Laughing, Laughing, Laughing,
Your friendship fills my mind.
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The New Pledge of Allegiance
I do not pledge allegiance to the Disunited States of America.
And to the republic for which it stood, under atoms,
With liberty and justice for WHITE STRAIGHT CIS MEN.
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What I Would Wish For
If I rubbed a magic lamp, if I gained a genie...
What would I wish for?
I would wish for this to stop.
All this violence that never ever ends.
But...
Every wish has consequences.
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Friends
Together, sitting, writing, talking.
Sharing dreams for the future.
Hoping we'll still be friends years from now, when we don't see each nearly every day.
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Finding Hope
Finding hope can be hard sometimes, in this world where people are trodden on with little thought, and certainly no apologies.
But I still try.
Every day.
Loves
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Ever After
last night my love I wished upon a star
tonight my dear it finally came true
they say all's faire in love and war
but glowing love like this I cannot rue
my love we're living in a fairytale
my wish upon a star is standing here -
Was love enough?
I chose to lose you,
to lose the love you gave me.
I had to leave you.
I didn’t mean to
let our relationship die.
I couldn’t take it.
Our love looked perfect,
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proximity
we're so close.
I am wrapped in the touch of another
suspended in a state of contentment
and soft safety.
the lights in my room are warm
and in the mirror
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Drawing Value
Far too often the piles cascade too high
I can't see the top of who I am
even though I chose each object,
each emotion,
and each action.
I can't understand the tip of the iceberg though
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Thread
I used to spin golden thread
thin and pure as warm sunlight
lighter than feathers
worth more than gold
Now it's murky and brown
chunky and stringy as grassy mud
heavier than sorrow
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if
If we’re not here, where
would we be? Who would I be
if I wasn’t me?