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pluto Jan 2020
don’t listen to me.
don’t hear what i preach.
all i know is
sorrow,
*****,
blow.
don't listen to people like me.
don’t hear what we have to preach.
all we know is
lost causes,
hallow words,
empty memories.
we’re just as ****** up as you,
only we will always resort
to our pernicious truth.
you?
you will prosper.
i know,
we know,
it is evident you will.
without us.
without me.
and that -
****, that is your key.
we don’t deserve souls like you.
pluto Mar 2019
my hair is much longer now
cascading across the pillars
encompassing what was
once you and me
and what was once
us.
pluto Feb 2017
fin
i just want to feel alive
i need to feel free

but i'm so numb here
i'm so ******* empty

i'm sorry, my dear -
remember it's not your fault
  Nov 2014 pluto
Jak
your fingers planted seeds everywhere you touched me
you watered them by whispering into my ears
and flowers sprouted from my spine each time you kissed me
xo
  Sep 2014 pluto
Syd
yes all women

because people cringe at the word "feminism".
because I am not a feminist, I am a woman.
I am a human being.
because this poem is a one-sided sexist rant.
because I was fifteen years old when my mother first taught me about how to hold car keys as a weapon in case anyone ever attacked me.
because teenage girls are taught to never walk alone in a parking garage.
because in elementary school I was told to switch which side of the street I was walking on while going home if a man was approaching me in the same direction.
because when I was twelve my parents gave me my first cell phone for when I was out riding my bike, or taking a walk.
because I can't wear a spaghetti strap tank top to school, as it will "distract the boys".
because boys are distracted by a bony girl in a spaghetti strap tank top.
because freshmen girls are taught not to date senior boys, instead of senior boys being taught not to go after freshmen girls.
because senior boys go after freshmen girls.
because when I was ten years old I told my dad that my grandfather made me feel uncomfortable, and he got angry at me for making such a blasphemous statement.
because even after I told my mother, and she talked to my father, he ignored it completely.
because my grandfather made me, at ten years old, feel uncomfortable.
because when I was fourteen my boyfriend broke up with me since I "didn't put out".
fourteen.
because by ninth grade I had received my first unwanted and unwelcomed advance.
because I didn't tell anyone.
because school administrators turn the other cheek when a girl is ***** in the stairwell.
because **** charges are being dropped by judges.
because victims are being bullied into silence.
because a hashtag is the most sincere form of activism.
because **** is a crime no matter what color you try to paint the picture.

because I will go to bed tonight, after posting this poem, after telling my story, and I will wake up tomorrow.
and nothing will change.
pluto Sep 2014
I’m blinded
Walking with a hollow body
And an unconscious mind
I can’t feel anything
Yet I find myself wandering
Drifting through the emotions
That have been injected into my veins

Is there life after death?
Will I, after this life, be what others call—
Happy?
Will my dad neglect me?
Will I be abused?
Will I have scars?
Will I wreak of self-loathing?

I’m so ******* young
But I ache as if I’m an elderly man
It’s too early—
I shouldn’t feel empty
Or worthless
Or so ******* dead in my own skin
But I do
And it’s breaking me
Please don't comment giving me advice on how to handle things or say something along the lines of "it gets better, lovely!" I don't need that right now. Thank you, though.
  Sep 2014 pluto
Riley Lavender
Your name
always on my lips

Your face
always there
when I close my eyes

Your presence
always in my dreams

You haunt me
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