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Thirty Nine Nov 12
Do I consider myself a poet?
(No, you're horrible, a wannabe, and an imposter)
Do my words captivate those around me?
(No, they leave people indifferent)
Do my eyes capture things others can't?
(No, you see the world like everyone else)
Do I play with my words and sentences?
(No, they're dull and bland like vanilla)
Do my words convey emotions and experiences?
(No they convey the boringness of a white wall)
Do my words piece together like a puzzle?
(No they're water and oil)
Thirty Nine Nov 12
Insomnia is a thief that steals my sleep
The hours and minutes tick by, an agonizing reminder that sleep won't come
Like the ouroboros, my quest for sleep consumes me
Insomnia traps my mind in a restless cage
The moon never sets in my mind, an eternal sunny day mocking me
Like the ouroboros, my struggle for sleep loops back on itself
Insomnia places me in a dark maze without escape
The hours I spend awake feel like an eternal road with no start or end
Like the ouroboros, we both devour ourselves endlessly in our despair
Insomnia keeps my mind turning over and over, and I never settle into sleep
I haven't been diagnosed with insomnia, but with my sleepless nights I've started to think I might have it
Thirty Nine Nov 7
Are the words that come out of my mouth really mine?
Am I just a brainwashed child?
Are the thoughts I type really mine?
Am I just filled with false lies?
Are the letters and constants I repeat in my head really mine?
Am I believing verses that aren't even true?
Are the actions I do really mine?
Am I eating up your words like you want me to?
Are the looks and trends I follow my own free will?
Am I following morals that are really mine?
Are your words even true?
Or are your words filled with tricks and lies?
questions questions questions that only god knows if they will be answered
Thirty Nine Nov 7
And they believe her
They all believe her
Every word that comes out of her mouth
myths passed as reality
pure lies that they eat like a gourmet meal
illusions treated as facts
pure lies that they believe like religion
fantasy treated like nonfiction
pure lies that they buy like gold
deceptions marketed as valuable facts
They all believe
So why won't you believe me?
Society sees us as black and white,
Good or bad,
Wrong or right,
Even their shades of gray are seen as improper and strange and not right.

But I am not black or white and
I am not those shades of gray,
I am bent light.

I strive when it's rainy and shine high and bright
I am the small ray of rainbow light,
A ROYGBIV full of life.

Even if they say I'm too blinding,
I'll keep on shining and I won't conform.
I’ll blind them with my radiating pride.
I won't let the world see me in black and white.
I LOVE BEING NONBINARY RAHHHH
Thirty Nine Nov 4
I think I just threw up lunch
I can still feel the saltiness in my mouth
I was not too fond of lunch
I am not looking forward to Dinner
I am not looking forward to Dessert
I think I'll starve for now
I don't feel my appetite coming back any time soon
I think I'll just set up the plates
So that when I'm ready for Dinner
Or ready to skip to Dessert
I will be ready
(Inspired by the song 'Dinner is not Over' By Jack Staurber)

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