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What is left?
When all we have is spent
What will we have left?
Like an animal that runs through the forestSearching for the last of its kind to go
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If Only I Could
I could worry about the little things
The little things that don't matter
The material things
The things nobody but myself sees -
When it's time
When I am no longer myself
And you are no longer yourself
Will we meet again? -
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A piece of my past
"After time passes it'll hurt less"
But it never did
"Just forget it, it was so long ago"
But you told me always to remember
And each and every day
A little reminder in my eyes -
I'll miss you
I'll miss you
I'll miss you every time I hear that song
And every time I feel the need to tell someone something
That I know they don't need to hear
I'll miss you every fall
And every winter
Loves
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i am a poet
i see things that no human ever should:
the intricate coding of life
an emotion held by the gaze of one person to another
a tear falling silently that helps grow a daffodil.
i am a poet
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Every Single One
The sky is not falling
Chicken Little went home
I wish this corrupted land was not my home
The politicians flew too close to the sun
I have now learned how a cheeto can run
The sky is falling
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Los Angeles Wildfires
I watched news report after news report
broadcasting the devastation of
the Los Angeles wildfires
on national television.
There was a sense of
hopelessness,
like there was nothing
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My Coming Out Story
Growing up when I was younger, I was raised in a very homophobic, transphobic family. I was taught that being anywhere on the LGBTQ spectrum was evil and would send you to hell.
