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 May 2018 Dinodust
aslan
supa gay
 May 2018 Dinodust
aslan
Don’t ask me why
who, what, when, where or how
I just know, honey,
that I’m feeling a little extra gay right now.
I can’t help it,
I just am,
So, don’t hit me
with your far-right scam.
I believe in basic rights,
such as equality in all ways
you can carry a gun
and I can marry who I want, yay!
i have no idea^^
 May 2018 Dinodust
adriana
Maybe the big picture isn't as pretty when you
look
up
close.
You can see how the colors have bled,
How the paint has chipped,
How the colors have faded.
Then, no one wants to look at the details.
They just want to see the pretty.
The distance-blurred scenery.
The seemingly sharp lines
And the seemingly vivid colors,
But the harsh reality is that nothing is pretty
When you look a little deeper
Or search a little harder
Because only then can you see
How messed up everything really is.
 May 2018 Dinodust
Cello Girl
home
 May 2018 Dinodust
Cello Girl
my home
is not
the room
where i sleep
fitfully.
or the house,
broken memories
and walls
the color
of
****.

my home
is the
off-key
singing
with my sister
in her car.
the buttered popcorn
from the movie theater
that we ate together,
her and my brother and i.
the spring air
as we ran with her dog.
the monotone
of teachers droning on,
the bright laughter
of my friends.

home is made
of the little
bits of joy
that
we’ve left
scattered
behind
us.
 May 2018 Dinodust
BR
I am afraid of speaking.
I am afraid of the texture of my voice, and the effect it will have on you.
I don't want to be pressed into the caricature of an angry woman; voice raised in what they call a hysterical display of emotion.
Calm down. Be rational.

Stop being
So
Dramatic.

Well let me tell you something:
I am an angry woman.

Because all I can see is my best friend’s blonde head, coming within an inch of becoming the crushed drywall beneath his fist.
All I can see is the false piety painted on his pastor’s face, asking, “well… did he hit you?”

I see her eyes closed in the darkness, fingers gripped in the sheets he tore off of her body to wake her. She has to hold on to something.
He says, “Show me you're enjoying it.”


Calm down. Be rational.

Like he wasn't gaining access INTO her BODY by FORCE. Like, of course it's her job to lay down and take it. Like it. Lick his lips for the taste of honey, because honey, he told you to.

but it's poison. It enters her bloodstream, weakening her will to resist it.

She looks at her phone, at a text she did not compose herself, or send,
“Hey hot stuff. When you see this, let's have ***.
“If I pretend I didn't write this I'm just playing hard to get.”

Do you get it?

Yeah. I am an angry woman.

Stay calm, dear sister. Be rational.
Rationalize the gaslighting, because the big picture doesn't look beautiful when you hang it above the sofa; and her home was staged to look like a family so that when you look in the window, you don't see that she was a hostage.
You don't see that her son was asleep in the bed when he grabbed her face between his hands and crushed it,
And called it “gently redirecting her gaze.”

From the window, you can't see his body blocking the exit.
You can't see her baby, with his little fingers curled around her *******, begging for comfort.

I will not calm down. And in case you are so damaged by devotion to comfort that you can't see it, it is right to be angry.

It is righteous.

I am angry, and more rational than I have ever been in my entire life- rationally, righteously begging for justice to flow down like rivers.

I am an angry woman.
 May 2018 Dinodust
Tyler
It was late June in the south.
Bon fire at the lake.
There was even fire flies lingering nearby.

And like magic that's when it happened.
That's when I saw you.
Seeing you under the stars' light.
Beside the fires glow.
I knew right then I wanted to know what your love felt like.

As I look you over, my god,
my heart was instantly stolen.
I could see that you were really smart.
Beautiful, like a world class piece of art.
I could see the light behind the green of your eyes, and it didnt even matter that we were in the dark.

I wanted to ask you all night...
Do you know how pretty you are?

I wondered if you'd let me be apart of your world.
If I was even your type?

I kept finding myself drawn to your lips.
As I thought to myself, those have got to taste like candy.
I just wanted to tell you all night just how pretty I thought you were.

You're the only one I saw that night.
I thought to myself, I will find a reason tonight...
Feel it all despite,
The fact I might not be your type.
But despite all that, I had to let you know how beautiful I thought you were.
Love you Chelsey
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