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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Red (white and blue)
Red:
The color of blood
The color of the hearts that are going to be ripped out
ripped out and thrown aside.
Red,
the color this country became
as of... yesterday?
White:
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On the Election, Our Future, and Additional Resources for Support
Hello writers, artists, friends, and fellow members!
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Stupidity
Some people vote, but never think,
Their choices shallow, quick to sink.
They cheer and boast, with voices loud,
But wisdom’s lost inside the crowd. -
WHY ARE WE NOT EQUAL YET?
When I don’t have to
Lose the rights to my body
Is when we are equal.
Why are we not equal yet?
When I don’t have to
Be scared of walking alone
Is when we are equal
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Results
Results
In a country that was once blue
It is now red
It is now scary
Results
Flood in
From different states
Battleground states
Is there blood there?
Results
Determine our country
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Civility
Since when did the world mock me?
When was the moment that I walked down the street to a threat of being paved?
A threat on the path I have walked my whole life?