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17/M/Rhode Island A young poet who hates words but loves using them
When I close my eyes I feel the air of one warm summer night When you and I were closer than before When the sea met the mountains with no desert in between And we danced in the thick ocean breeze without care. No one was there to see us blossom and flower And it was beautiful that way Because the bees hummed in harmony And the sand hugged our bare feet And the fire’s light licked your face Casting the most magnificent moving shadows And you and I were basking in our prison of solitude Like the birds that tangoed overhead But calming clouds above can be deceiving And floating pillows turned to billows of rain And thunder ripped us apart It shook our houses and roared in our ears And its lightning charred us till our flesh seared to bone Fire and brimstone and the end of the world. And I never saw you again…
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May 10, 2023
May 10, 2023 at 9:34 PM UTC
Our Lovely Cell
It’s like I’m slipping in slow motion I’m the only one who can notice it now But eventually I’ll fall My gut tells me to grasp at the straws I planted to steady me But their roots are shallow And stalks are withered And when I reach up they brush past My fingers and our connection fails And I F A L L I fall too fast in slow motion For anyone to help And all this time I felt it inside Knowing somethings wrong And I said nothing
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May 10, 2023
May 10, 2023 at 9:24 PM UTC
Falling
I’m tired of dreaming of holding your hand Of long drives with just you and me Of things that will never be I’m tired of thinking you’ll ever love I With your sunshine smile And moonlight eyes You can’t drive my car So you sat by my side And silently took hold of my hand I shift gears with my left So we wouldn’t let go But, really, in the end I should have known That was a dream That felt far too real Now it’s something I don’t want to feel I’m tired of waking up From these horrid little dreams Chalked full of dread And leave me more worn Than my winter tires’ treads
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Apr 18, 2023
Apr 18, 2023 at 12:03 PM UTC
You’re Not Gay
Fragmented: Silk sleeve, ah! No sound Jade courtyard, ah! Dust grow Empty room cold and still/silent/lonely Fallen leaf lean on doubled door-bar Peer-after that beautiful woman, Ah! Where find? Feel my heart not-yet at-ease rather Translated: O your silk sleeve! In the silent Jade courtyard. O how dust grows In a cold and empty room, lonely in stillness. The fallen leaves lean on the barred double door Through it look at my beautiful woman, O where does she lie? I feel my heart not yet at ease, rather skipping beats
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Apr 17, 2023
Apr 17, 2023 at 9:56 PM UTC
Translation
Booting…booting…booting Power on Channel change Weave through channels Comical in a moment Historical in the next Melodramatic then bold Tailor made for for the masses Everyone has a channel they like And I tune to all But what when alone? No channel to choose A dark reflective screen Replays a dark mien I am a TV For you to watch Delicately balanced Too easy to botch
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Apr 17, 2023
Apr 17, 2023 at 9:48 PM UTC
Power On
~Disgusting Click, hold, pause… Nahhh Click, hold, pause… Nahhh Resume —resume— Watch — Watch C Watch O Watch N ~Beautiful Watch S Watch U Watch M Watch E ~Disgusting — … Click, hold, pause…
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Apr 17, 2023
Apr 17, 2023 at 9:46 PM UTC
Delete
I want to go to the gym I want to run on the treadmill I want to burn off all my fat and burn off all my skin I want to lean out of my window and puff the cigar that’s collecting dust downstairs I want to slip ***** in my drinks and sit in the below-zero weather I want to feel a different kind of warmth I want to fill my lungs with a different kind of air A different kind of burn I want to learn how to play the piano I want to take care of my voice I want to be better with my father As if I have a choice I want to be happy I want to write this down in pen I want to be free But, frankly, in the end Is it really up to me?
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Dec 24, 2022
Dec 24, 2022 at 11:30 PM UTC
Wants Aren’t Real
Both of my parents “don’t smoke” But the pack in the bag disagrees And the butts in the yard Hiding spots in the car Beer cans through which I can see Both of my parents don’t smoke Sometimes I think it’s a joke When they’d smile their smiles And lie to my face But every secret has its place And at least mine aren’t known
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Sep 4, 2022
Sep 4, 2022 at 1:23 PM UTC
Secret Smokers
I’ve stopped saying I love you back To the father I no longer cut slack For the birthdays missed And the time not spent For the nights not kissed And the love not lent This Apple rotted from the seed His love is something I don’t need But night after night And year after year I fight his daemons And face his fears The sins of the father Will be payed by the son So in the end No one’s won
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Sep 4, 2022
Sep 4, 2022 at 1:12 PM UTC
Stopping
I push a penny of a porch railings to feel it plummet and hear it’s final ping And push a nickel off at night so I don’t notice the novel shine as it falls on a noose And push a dime only at dusk and dawn, as not to disturb their daemons, and as not to degrade their demise And a quarter at midnight, so it’s questions and queries with which it quals can be quietly cast Then I imagine myself as an inkling, inching forward with indifference, inquiring on the irony of indignation if I insisted on ending it instantly, now
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Jul 22, 2022
Jul 22, 2022 at 8:35 PM UTC
Pushing P