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Katie Mar 29
I could write of cheer, happiness and joy,
About a victorious game, or a brand new toy,
But to do so would be to lie.

I could write of the depths of misery,
Once again venture to that deep, grey sea,
But to do so would be to lie.

Today
Was just a day
And for once, that's not so bad.
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Brumous Oct 2021
We never stopped dealing with this procrastination,
but what is this fleeting elation?

The clock is moving in such motion,
one would think that it's your imagination;
Was it all an exaggeration?
I guess that I'm back.
𝖇𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖆 = 𝔞 𝔡𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔞𝔲𝔡𝔦𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥

-Br.
Man Jun 2021
who the **** knows how an alien would view us

terrified, at the awe inducing power
we've wrestled from the world
and the lack of respect we have for it

mortified, at the sheer opulence
we've dug out from the earth
and that the many shall never see

inside, we all know
that anything makes more sense
than a perspective that rung
even neutral
"why can't I be a man that likes pink,

why can't I be a woman that likes to surf the wind,

why can't I be a man that cries tears of joy,

why can't I be a woman that's not a mommy

why can't I be a man, without toughening up,

why can't I just be

be a human"

Wutherings Bronte
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Maria Mitea Feb 2021
it's sad. but happy.
lonely. but not the only one,
a spark of calmness. but a blister of days.
light waiting for the ****** night.
the joy of. what also grows life. to be meaningless.
Ellen Derbyshire Mar 2020
I think I am in love with apathy and sighs.
I don't feel well when I look into
my own eyes.

What comes next?
After all this scripted non-sense.
The art is gone...

I'll sit on the ******* fence.

And when they come for me,
demanding things I cannot see.
I'll feel the shame I lack,
and keep looking

for the track

  that I can't
                stay
                   on.
Broken Pieces Feb 2020
What exactly is a neutral state of mind?
How would it be defined?
To be okay but not?
That's quite a tough spot.
It's as if you have nothing to feel,
Like you're not quite real.
What if I said I was neutral,
Would your reaction be quite brutal?
Should I lie and say I'm fine,
Or would that cross another line?
Should I let the panic overtake me,
I could get lost in a sea.
Anxiety and depression fight one another,
It's never just one or the other.
I guess I can walk around,
Wishing nothing more than to be found.
v Feb 2020
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Does the line of comfortability change due to culture? Can you handle less because maybe you did not handle more? Are you over sensitizing because I overheard? Telling me to watch the words I learned at a young age because Susies mom taught her kids those terms?

Do you only laugh at the people you enjoy? Respect the same of your own? Can you respect me even if you don't agree, I don't want to come at you, I don't think Im right but I don't think Im wrong. Agree to disagree simple to say it .

You tell me.... "I AM" part of the queer community as if I don't love a good ***** in the face.
You tell me WHO you are and assume who I am not.
I don't want to take away your voice, I don't disagree, I just wanna say mine too and how I feel....
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