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you came to me in a dream last night
I touched the tips of your fingers with the tips of mine
unpacking boxes that you left behind
dusty, heavy, always nesting in my mind
 Jun 2020 Mercedes Quammie
Keebo
The day I found out I got a friend for life
Was the night we were getting high
In this small ****** blue car
Listening to Thin Lizzy “Whiskey in the Jar”
I look at the glow upon your face and think to myself
How **** my life would be without your grace
Some people think we date
Others say your my cover up because I’m gay
But the truth is, you’re my best mate who I can’t replace
Seen too many sides of me yet you still stayed
You’re like the soft voice in my brain
Reminding me that suicide isn’t the way
And I hope we remain the same when we’re old and grey
So we can tell the future generation how we used to sesh back in the day
Think this is actually the first “happy” poem I have ever wrote...
The only thing of value you’ve ever owned is now
and you keep trading it for the nothingness of yesterday
or the emptiness of tomorrow
We are all victims
of failed society
They criticize
They hate
They judge
and we all just
stood there
crying,
tired,
and broken.
We are too numb
to feel,
We pretend to be deaf
about what they say,
We stay blind
of the things they did,
We are the outcast
of this broken world,
We remain silent
creating our own
vast world within
our enormous
minds—There,
we stand
taller than towers
There, our inner voices
speak the loudest
There, our sight
and imagination
is boundless.
I said
"someday
they will
all fall, and
I'd be too
oblivious to hear
all of their screams"
—they made me like this.
Siin.li
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