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The Sun Will Rise Again
Her blood is engraved into these pages
Slowly unraveling the truth
Exposing every flaw in perfection
Every short-lived high
Every precocious low
Has driven the knife deeper into her lingering past
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Time
They told me that time would heal the wounds,
But they couldn’t have been more wrong.
No matter how many years pass,
Time does not heal.
Time buries baggage until you forget,
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The Rise and Fall of A Star
We were rising.
Like twin flames,
Dancing in the darkness,
Spreading warmth to the stars.
In my mind,
You were a star,
Radiating your astronomical light onto me.
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December 20th, 2024
“You don’t strike me as the kind of person to have depression,”
“That’s because I pretend,”
“Oh.”
“Writing is my coping mechanism, and without it I’m literally a mess,”
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A Mess of Jumbled-Up Sentences
Everything’s blurry
But I can’t stop writing
If I take my pen off the paper I’ll break,
I’ll shatter
I stop writing my heart will bleed rivers of words,
Words I can never say aloud
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Fall Forgetfulness/That Was It (Part Three)
It’s been so long
Since I’ve seen your face
That I’m starting to forget
The color of your eyes
And the way you smile
But I’ll always remember
The way you cared
Loves
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Why?
Why can’t I simply be me? A person of color, a queer youth, a writer? No one appreciates these things anymore. Now to try isn’t enough. That’s the saddest part. What shall I do when being trans and nonbinary isn’t allowed anymore?
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we didn't evolve to look at ourselves
When I look at mirrors, they don't break, but they bend and warp and fold in on themselves.
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Rosy Retrospection (Haiku)
I miss you more than
I loved you. Still, I love you
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The Tomorrow Project: Contest Details
Each submission will be considered for the Tomorrow Project's awards, publication, and exhibits.
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the sound of a room during a poetry reading
hushed murmurs, a squeaking chair
low mmms and ahhhs and snaps
and a poet standing dead center to begin dissection —the act of pulling out an intestine to test the color for ink
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pushes through
art is love and love pushes through.