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21/F/in depths of despair I'm young and gay (as in happy)
You bit your nail, oblivious and blind, And heard a click, the cruelest kind. A tiny flake, a pearly chip, You panicked, then bit your lip. The dentist said, "We'll patch it neat, A little bond, a smooth conceit." And now it's whole, a clever fake, But something in you starts to ache. Because that shard that went away, It didn't just leave a tooth to pay. It left a cut, a permanent seam, Beneath the smile, you want to scream. You run your tongue along the mend, And miss the way it used to blend. The natural flaw, the honest grain, The little chip that once retain. You go on with your day, Finding things to make you gay. And somewhere beneath the floors, Is the chip that once was yours.
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May 13
May 13, 2026 at 12:32 PM UTC
Chip
Array of blooms Of pinks and reds How beautiful Indeed Array of blooms Of orange and yellow They chase the blues They do Arrays of blooms Of violets and greens Of great and wisp Gloom burned into a crisp Array of blooms Of beauty in front of me Yet I still crave brown Of those orbs sparkling with mischief I'm thrown, down
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Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 12:46 PM UTC
Flower shop
How does it feel? To be free and certain? To even dare of becoming? All my life I've been protected Like a princess that I am I thought I have it all Then I saw the others Others can play outside while I'm left to entertain myself I say, "sure, I can do that!" So I play Quietly, obediently I saw the others climb a tree once, and I thought to myself, "I wanna do just that!" But I didn't There are bugs and dirt! I don't want that I saw the others ride a bike Face all flushed Sun peeking through their hair I thought to myself, "I wanna do just that!" But I didn't I saw the other fell He had scratches all over! I don't want that Then, oh, I saw them play in the rain What a blissful sight it was And I thought to myself, "I wanna do just that!" But I didn't I'll get all soaked! I don't want that The night dawned very fast I opened my window to peek outside Something is different I see no children anymore I saw the others Suitcases dragging behind them Parents cheering them on as they take another step They're leaving I pushed myself off and I thought, "I don't want that." Or do I? How does it feel? To be free and certain? To even dare of becoming?
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Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 2:13 PM UTC
Becoming
Growing up, I never had much Merely playing alone House so quiet What a bland diet I have friends, I do Bright and brilliant, they are But can't seem to see What truly I am Then came along you Whom I never thought I'd link So mistaken, I was You're the only one I think With you, I no longer pretend That I am a perfect friend And yet, you never thought me *** Your affection never end If I could, I'd be the stubborn fur on your clothe One that's difficult to rid But I can't From the deepest depths of my wrenching heart I thank thee For showing me what friendship truly is Even how brief it is
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Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 11:29 AM UTC
Ode to Diana
If heaven and earth should mingle, and the ocean should run dry; If trees and flowers should wither, my love should never die; The sun may forget to shine, the moon may forget to glow; But my love for you shall never fade, no; If you should go, if our earth should part; In heaven's gate, I shall scream out my heart; "Come out, come out!" And in that moment, you'll know that my love for you never ends, it sprout
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Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 1:33 PM UTC
Come out, come out!
Time comes by, fleeting. Everything is changing. The river that was once calm Now sings a mournful psalm. From the hustle of the leaves To the whistle of the furious wind, Reminds me how everything has frayed. It is now time to leave. It seems only yesterday I was in the comfort of your softest embrace, Smelling the fragrance of a playful day. Now, I must face the awaiting menace. Hardly any light, I follow the route. Where it may lead, I’ll soon find out. The sweet joy of old times will be as valuable as a dime, Kept inside the pocket of a troubled traveler.
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Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 12:30 PM UTC
Farewell, Old Friend