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DG Apr 12
if it all goes wrong
we can all move to Saturn
sure, it’s a gas giant,
so if that goes wrong
we can move to
Titan and Enceladus.

no angst, no despair,
no existential fear and
most importantly, no Karens.
maybe there are undiscovered
frozen glaciers of oreo milkshakes
out there in the universe.

there are no dead ends,
no places you don’t belong in,
no absence of a friend.
do not be scared of growing up,
there are infinite years to spend,
just 16 candles, in a universe so vast.

good books, moments, coffee blends,
conan gray songs, minecraft and games.
time is in your hands, clocks don’t melt.
oll is well that ends well,
we can all always move to Saturn,
the universe belongs to you, my friend.
happy birthday, ollie
DG Jul 2019
Our windows are weird
they are one way.
It's too dark in my room
and too bright outside.
So I can see outside.
You are sitting outside.
Maybe you're crying.
Maybe we couldn't stomach
yet another conversation.
I just hope you 'stomach-ed' your dinner.
I sit down on my bed right in front of you.
You can't see me.
It almost feels like we're having a conversation.
We're silent.
This means it's finally a conversation
we can stomach.
I'm too upset to edit or make this rhyme.
DG Jul 2019
I haven't written in a while,
so I'm sorry if my words don't rhyme.
It's 2 am and I thought of you,
we were perfection but I
couldn't see it at that time.
It was 2 am in New York that night.
We were walking,
on our way home.
I didn't remember
the way home.
But I knew you did.
Never had a sip in our life,
but we looked very drunk.
You laughed at my jokes.
And I cried at yours.
My feet had bruises from those
god awful sandals so
I was wearing your sandals.
You were walking barefoot.
We can't walk like that anymore.
We're not in New York anymore.
And I remember my way home.
I don't wear sandals anymore.
And I don't think
I remember you anymore.
DG Jun 2019
After thorough calculations there
are two possible outcomes of
arguing with my family:

Either one day the arguments will end patriarchy,
or one day the arguments will end me.
ignorance and world issues and poetry are messing with my mental health
DG Jun 2019
How come
          some
                ↪ people can
            find paths even
                at a dead end ↩
while my paths,
so clear, diverse and
              numerous
    are cu
               t-
          -off by land
                              s
                                l
                                  i
                                    d
                                       e
                                          s
                                            and avalanches?
DG Jun 2019
what is the point
of being cruel like this?
if life is nothing m°ore.
th@n a

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DG Jun 2019
Why did you pick death over me?
Was she prettier?
Was she smarter?
Did she treat you better?

So much better
that you won't ever
come back to me?
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