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 May 2017 Victoria
Bekah
Sunshine
 May 2017 Victoria
Bekah

I am sadness and cigarettes
I am scars and long nights
I am the darkness,
And you are the light

You touched me and I became
Engulfed in your glowing rays
You are the sunshine
And I am now a flame

You set fire to my heart
Sent the antidote through my veins
It wasn't long until I realized
Exactly what I became

I am not sadness and cigarettes
I am not scars and long nights
I am a summer's sky
Touched by your ethereal light
 May 2017 Victoria
Day
who we are
 May 2017 Victoria
Day
if you were a poem,
you would be a poem about a plane
grounded,,
wanting to be in the sky,
wishing, waiting, willing
knowing
that someday you'll be flying high

and if I were a poem
i would be a poem about a bird
drifting,,
dreaming of the land
wishing, waiting, willing
wary
and unsure of where I stand

but you are not a poem
and to be honest, neither am I
for I am just a poet
but someday

we will fly**

((and even though, we are not the same
my emotions drift like sand
i find my peace close to you
my heart safe within your hand))
#us
 May 2017 Victoria
Jeremy Bean
There's fates worse than dying,
Like never living at all.
 May 2017 Victoria
Mark Bell
Muslims,Christians
Arabs and Jews
Earth the ***
Humanity the stew.

Hindu's Catholics
Sky still blue
Here's a few more
For thee earthly stew.

Buddhists,Protestants
Hearts are true
Earth the ingredience
Humanity the stew.

humanity the stew,
Mothernature the ***
billions of people
Only getting one shot.
 May 2017 Victoria
Boaz Priestly
i see him
yes i do
and i can hear his voice from where i sit
he is right in front of me
but i know he does not see me as i am
but for that all he had was pathetic excuses
using his supposed mental impairment
to explain away the fact that he always
called me a girl
and then he outed me incorrectly as a ******* transvestite
like ****

i see him
yes i do
he has a girl sitting across from him
and he’s talking at her
no not to her
but in that tone of voice that he has
perfected where you feel like a child
being scolded and this must be how matilda felt
and i paraphrase:
“i’m big, you’re small
i’m right, you’re wrong
i’m smart, you’re dumb”

i see him
yes i do
and he is not charming
and he is not attractive
and he is not funny
and he is not nice
and he is not intelligent
and he is not a good person
though he certainly thinks he is

i see him
yes i do
and just the sound of his voice makes me sick
because this man
that acts like a boy
with the way he proudly declares that he
is dedicated and committed to making fun of others
and 18 years old that he is
does not seem to understand why that is
not an okay or funny thing to say

i see him
yes i do
his tone grates on my eardrums
and he makes two of my favorite classes
a thing that curdles anxiety in my guts
because he is so rude and loud and never shuts up
and it hurts my head
it hurts my head
why can’t he just shut up
This is about a guy in my Creative Writing, and Psychology classes, that I attempted to befriend last year because he was friends with someone I'd fallen deep into friend-love with. And he was/is literally the worst. He is such a ****, and thinks he knows everything about everything. The last straw, though, was when he outed me as a "transvestite" to one of his furry friends. So, of course that was a really ****** thing to do, and I tried to patiently explain to the guy that I was not a transvestite, that there was a pretty clear difference between being transgender and being a transvestite, but he just wouldn't listen. And then, get this, he came back a week later telling me that he was going to be this character, that's a transgender female, for Halloween. And he literally didn't see what the problem was with that, that he a cisgender male, was going to be an MtF character and treat transgender people like a costume. He also misgendered me all the time and then used his autism as an excuse for it. Like, no. I cannot wait until this year ends and I never have to see him again. jesus christ. Being a transphobe isn't cool, ya'll.
 Mar 2015 Victoria
Emily Rene
Do not love me yet, for I
     am still a teenager
          A scimitar about the heart,
                too sharp to touch too soon
                      Before I'm touched, I need to grow
                more full in golden light;
          I need to smile upon my life
     & rule some path of the night
          I need to know what roads & fields
                lie in my domain
                      & dull my brand new ecstasies
                              with sophomoric pain
                                     I need the love of some clueless boy
                              as smart & wicked as me,
                      that we might ***** in ignorance
                             & fear of what might be
                                    & then when I'm all grown up,
                                           & know what I can hold,
                                     Then, perhaps, we could try love,
                               if you're not too old
 Mar 2015 Victoria
Helen
as you rise, the East
awakes at dawn, my night time
spawns new horizons
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