Posts
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Reality
I write too much of things that aren't real. The imagined fear and pain of living a life I haven't got.
This life I have, this life is real, and I am on the precipice of demise.
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Someone and the Stranger
"I have a story to tell."
The bench is cold as glass and the fog strings its way across the street,
an engulfing mass of smokey water.
The bus is late.
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National Nausea
I am nauseous, constantly.
There is a Fear deep rooted in me.
My hands no longer shake in tests
the Fear is bigger than tests now
I want to go to college, let me go
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Thunder and Lightning
The House on the hill waits for no man in the window.
the maniacal screams that echo from the basement
chills a daughter to the bone marrow.
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Pity the Widow in the Window
Pity the widow
who sits on the bench
she and her husband
sat on
Pity the widow
who screamed when
she saw her husband
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Walking Home in Autumn
I remember the last time I walked home by myself.
Loves
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Teenage Delirium (The Dictionary)
B –
Bones (noun pl.)
/bōn/
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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.
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How did we get here?
How did we get here?
With a man who lies
and stirs the storm,
who turns hate into headlines
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New Years 2025
Footprints of tourists painting the sand,
The cries of the ocean berating the land.
Chappell Roan and milestones,
Informing the world we aren’t fighting alone.
Ten teenagers talking til the old year gives way,
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Erasure of the Femme Fatale
* am burned at the stake of cursed femininity.
Something of a goddess and a martyred myth.
* suppose those are one and the same.
You juxtapose ** between a revolution
