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At least I'm writing
I need to write.
God, do I.
It's been days, with no click of the keys
to write out simple stories, poems, words
things that will never see the light of day
but I still love.
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A Writer's Words
I write about the death of kings, of peasants, of a soldier
I form the meter to make the final trek of a soldierDo not assume the writing is the writer
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Untitled
You play electric guitar
I play acoustic
Neither of us are very good.
I know a few chords,
I played the chorus of 505 for you
You told me to "get Weezered"
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Much Ado About the Willow Tree
Come climb the willow tree,
up the weeping branches,
Claudio, from that play we read
years ago in school,
he climbed the willow tree
to make a garland for himself,
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An Ode to My Sanity
Something I inherited but will not pass on
is knowing there is an absence of affliction;
the madness of the wife of Agamemnon.
An assumption that is long overdue eviction -
Bad Breath
She is not really gone
She is right here
She is not really lost
She's only at college
becoming a
a sister that I do not know
a girl beyond creation
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
and power into a joke. -
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