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n Nov 2024
i am lost in the static of the stars,
searching for any bit of their shine.
they’ve been whispering to me -
that’s never happened before.

it’s all in my head,
the stars behind my eyelids,
the whispers in the wind.
it is overwhelming.
i am overwhelming.
it is too much.
i am too much.
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i am trying to relax
i’m sorry i’m spinning
n Nov 2024
i want to be heard without having to shatter every window, crack every mirror

i’ve always been a gentle whisper
a dull glow, a silent winter

i don’t want to hurt or be hurt
i just want to really be heard
do you want stay, listen for awhile?
n Nov 2024
i watched a man lie there
between the end of a fire
and the means to another
red. yellow. green.
strangers watching at the stoplight
it doesn't mean anything

motionless and turning blue
last breaths mean nothing -
when you're living on concrete
"look away, cross the street"
"eyes down, windows up"

cardboard signs
winter coats
shopping carts
broken totes

flashing lights
ticking clocks

i watched a man lie there
and i never got to see him get back up.
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n Nov 2024
you don’t call me pretty anymore.
you don’t even call me at all.

too tired to touch (not like i want to) -
too bothered to talk (not like you want to) -

what is my worth?
why am i here?

do you even see me?
can you even hear me?

it’s cold.
i’m tired.

i’m sorry.
i’m lonely.
do you ever think of me?
  Nov 2024 n
Leora Llewyn
Who decides right from wrong
Sometimes the line is so fine
You can’t see both shadows and light?
Why do we have to be so far to one side
Creating a distance where we can each hide
Regurgitating words without taking a breath
Speaking on death, and definitions of life
Heaving on sighs, the nazis and woke
Spewing our spittle until we both choke
Look with your eyes, who’s truly in danger
The people you hurt aren’t always a stranger
  Nov 2024 n
Kuro
I wish i could explain myself
Fully explain myself...
Stop delivering pain to myself
Be deliberate, and save myself
Instead of filling out the page by myself
Speak in full sentence to you by myself
I'm tired of being lame by myself
Not interested in fame by myself
So the emotions on the page are for myself
I wish i could give them to you myself
Explain why i need all of you to myself
I sorta need saving from myself
And you know what else...
I'm getting used to it being me and myself.
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