It’s the people that created the labels for the lgbtq(+ however more there is now) community, the ones against discrimination based on who you are or who you like, that discriminated people into groups based on who someone was or who they like.

Covid numbers are rising around the world. We recently hit 10 million cases, and 500,000 (yes with 5 zeros) of those people died. Please stay safe everyone. We are having almost 200,000 new cases each day because everything is opening up.

I abbreviated family to fam to fit the 5-7-5

Me taking in the fact that I have awful social anxiety. It’s virtually impossible for me to enter a store or restaurant and ask for an application. I don’t know how people do that.

Red lines are drawn upon a lawn,
It’s time to pay respects
To the long lost pawn.

I’m glad I’m still friends with him.
Edit: before anyone gives me crap about how it isn’t a poem, just scroll right on down. You don’t need to point out the obvious. Thank you!

Sometimes the stains
Are legible words.
Sometimes the stains
Are my blood.

Made the first stanza while talking to a wonderful person last night. Thank you ——.

I have my own feelings about the turmoil this country is in, but I’m afraid to express my opinion about it. I might not say why some things are morally wrong without angering people. I am only 16. I can’t vote, I can’t get my license, I can’t do much. All I can do is be aware. I refuse to participate in this. Not because I don’t know who’s side to pick, but because I will not generate more hate and turmoil in this society.

Inspiration from “Stealing Society” by System Of A Down.
Most people think I’m like some emo kid bc I listen to metal, but really it’s just the fact that fast music is the only thing that will get me up hopping around and singing. Any fast, dramatic instrumental is good too. (rap is slow, bgm wise)

Kayak is a palindrome.

I remember why I used to write so much.
There was so much to write about, and so much emotion to supply the correct language.

Defusal sounds better than defusing so... once again, I summon creative license to create better flow!
Yeah I know it’s not a great poem, sorry for the lack of quality everyone.

I’m sorry.

Happy june.

Sometimes I have to regroup and re-ground myself. Poetry is one way to do that. It’s weird to feel emotions hardly ever felt before.

Is it on purpose that one of the corners is still left in the dark? ;)
My interpretation of how love CAN work. A withering rejection that flowers into something beautiful. emphasis on can.

Now I feel like I hurt a dear friend.

The things I say sometimes...

Yeah I know the name’s awful. I’m very tired. My IT and writer body isn’t meant for 6.5 hours of heavy lifting and shoveling dirt.

...

I'd say it's funny how quickly things can change, but really, it's not. Sometimes it's scary. I'm afraid, deathly afraid and nervous. If I was a train, you could call me a train wreck.

Bonus of Covid #5: I have gotten good at catching flies in one hand, but only when I see them in my peripheral vision. If I focus on them it is harder to do.

Ugh it's always the things that are so small that BUG me.

;) so that means in all of March I’ve been rejected 3 times, one of which I probably shouldn’t count.

Also I just realized that I have 72 followers. Thank you, you amazing 72 people! (I thought I still had 49)

Is doubly in love even a thing?

It’s hard to keep up, —.

Wow, I must be going mental, actual notes!

The first stanza is for me, the last two lines are for —.

It makes me feel nervous, it makes me want to hold back. But who’s holding me back besides myself? I don’t know.

Also I’m frail but probably not super frail. I may be “strong” but anyone could break me like a twig, ****.

Now I feel bad for both vance and —. (Nope nobody getting names.)

Some people seemed to be writing poems about embers so I joined in on the fun! None of them are lighthearted.

Too many emotions to write, so I’m taking a break for a while.