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i used to be a self-flagellating closet case, but now i'm just a navel-gazing headcase; there's a piercing there ! of course i have to appreciate it :) i'm a raindrop on the average person's face, but i feel like a storm i used to be kind, and then i was cruel, now i'm completely different! i'm kind, i'm cruel, and perfectly imperfectly peculiarly impairingly genderfucked. what am i but visual haze and a mentally demented entity for the cis and even my other trans kin to gaze at? navel-ly, of course. it took me a couple decades, but i figured it out! i'm a thousand storms, a thousand shipwrecks, and a couple of decades worth of selves crammed into a rickety, malnourished, moribund brain. i'm a giggling fox, i'm a lonely, hysterical cat, i'm nothing, i'm the chirp of a cricket, i'm the scream of a passing train, i'm the torment of a broken household, i'm an old lover, i'm a current lover, i'm dead, i'm a terrible poet, i'm a geriatric "human" who accidentally got let out of impatient, i'm a failure, i'm a failed artist, i'm brutally honest, i'm a liar, i'm prideful in how direct and how accidentally crude i can be, i'm a failed artist, i'm the lyrics to a 1989 swans song, i'm a **** i'm short for this world, i'm a decaying tree that was planted and overtrimmed, i'm still nothing, i'm disabled, i'm worthless, i'm scratched full of inky scribbles i thought would make me feel right, i'm full of past and present love, i'm scared, I'm underskilled and overqualified, i'm a misanthrope who's obsessed with the human body, i'm over all of my addictions, i'm so angry at the selfish, overconsuming hoards of humanity, i'm struggling, i'm not sure I remember much, i'm regularly tested because i swear that i'm not risk-taking too much, i'm naive i'm a braggart, i'm a charlatan i'm dizzy all the time, i'm always thinking and it never stops, i'm talking way too ******* much. i'm always clawing out of my own storm though, i'm trying not to drown. i have too much to love, too much to lust for, too many kin to exhilarate, too many ways to learn about this engrossing floating rock in the void. i have to grow more, even if my storm is always trying to undo me. it can't undo everything, it can't undo the way my body curves about now, it can't undo the way i've run so far, and it can't undo the way i've been humbled. decline in both joint-flexibility and mental flexibility is truly unfortunate, but i must bare myself still: to art, to friends, to lovers, to the past, to the future, to everything willing to listen.
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Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 6:40 AM UTC
storms storms storms storms
i used to be a self-flagellating closet case, but now i'm just a navel-gazing headcase; there's a piercing there ! of course i have to appreciate it :) i'm a raindrop on the average person's face, but i feel like a storm i used to be kind, and then i was cruel, now i'm completely different! i'm kind, i'm cruel, and perfectly imperfectly peculiarly impairingly genderfucked. what am i but visual haze and a mentally demented entity for the cis and even my other trans kin to gaze at? navel-ly, of course. it took me a couple decades, but i figured it out! i'm a thousand storms, a thousand shipwrecks, and a couple of decades worth of selves crammed into a rickety, malnourished, moribund brain. i'm a giggling fox, i'm a lonely, hysterical cat, i'm nothing, i'm the chirp of a cricket, i'm the scream of a passing train, i'm the torment of a broken household, i'm an old lover, i'm a current lover, i'm dead, i'm a terrible poet, i'm a geriatric "human" who accidentally got let out of impatient, i'm a failure, i'm a failed artist, i'm brutally honest, i'm a liar, i'm prideful in how direct and how accidentally crude i can be, i'm a failed artist, i'm the lyrics to a 1989 swans song, i'm a **** i'm short for this world, i'm a decaying tree that was planted and overtrimmed, i'm still nothing, i'm disabled, i'm worthless, i'm scratched full of inky scribbles i thought would make me feel right, i'm full of past and present love, i'm scared, I'm underskilled and overqualified, i'm a misanthrope who's obsessed with the human body, i'm over all of my addictions, i'm so angry at the selfish, overconsuming hoards of humanity, i'm struggling, i'm not sure I remember much, i'm regularly tested because i swear that i'm not risk-taking too much, i'm naive i'm a braggart, i'm a charlatan i'm dizzy all the time, i'm always thinking and it never stops, i'm talking way too ******* much. i'm always clawing out of my own storm though, i'm trying not to drown. i have too much to love, too much to lust for, too many kin to exhilarate, too many ways to learn about this engrossing floating rock in the void. i have to grow more, even if my storm is always trying to undo me. it can't undo everything, it can't undo the way my body curves about now, it can't undo the way i've run so far, and it can't undo the way i've been humbled. decline in both joint-flexibility and mental flexibility is truly unfortunate, but i must bare myself still: to art, to friends, to lovers, to the past, to the future, to everything willing to listen.
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Nearing my deathbed, I'll let my hair grow, even as the first frost seizes the tomatoes. Everything, even life, is a synonym for death. I'll let my grey hair explode from my head like illegal fireworks. Boom! Boom! Boom! I'll be fire and smoke in my hospital room. I'll be furious, furious at God for taking me from my wife and sons. My defiant hair will be blasphemous. Who cares about a pristine afterlife when living is a joyous mess? I'll be a manic wren building his haphazard nest from twigs, string, plastic, grass, moss, hair, and pages from the King James Bible. I'm liable to commit any sacrilege. My hair will serpentine. I will not acknowledge the priest who is called to deliver my last rites. I'll insult the yellow sun and curse the moonlight. I'll lash myself to my bed with my hair. I'll battle until the end. My war cry will be my death rattle and vice versa. I know that I'll be frail. My skin and muscles will sag. I'll be just hair and ribs. Yes, when death comes for me, I know that I'll be weaker but I'll still make mortal fists and attack the Grim Reaper.
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Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 9:30 AM UTC
FURIOUS by Sherman Alexie
4 ******* years it has only gotten worse fighting for the stars the fireflies the pollinators the plants what the **** ??? total exhaustion sets in kids coopting the cause for their own gain why not join us? all of us fighting for so long hard enough when the ******* refuse to do right i miss the night dark sacred night.... tears fall...
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Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 5:07 AM UTC
4 years of ******* hell
You look at me in disappointment, yet you have crushed my wings. You are now furious at me, now that I cannot fly.
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Feb 10, 2025
Feb 10, 2025 at 5:53 PM UTC
"Fly, Bird!"
NTE Yourself! NTEs were given out each month To the reps with low or no sales In time there were no reps on the account The Fake God was left alone Just him and his support to call They each wanted two fifty k a month To do the work of ten reps It was physically impossible But they went for it and failed Would they give NTEs to themselves?
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Aug 19, 2024
Aug 19, 2024 at 9:21 AM UTC
NTE Yourself!
If I were to ask you Why are you doing this? What would your answer be? What exactly would you say to me? I'm curious Would it mirror other hard questions That I have been forced to ask Forcing me to watch you get furious Leaving me reeling, feeling like the fool Because I took this serious ©2024
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May 6, 2024
May 6, 2024 at 6:01 PM UTC
~•§•~ A Typecast Fool ~•§•~
Here, the wind whips The desert sand Into a furious haze That blinds all in It's vicinity Here, my neighbor is Dragged out and ****** And my other neighbor Is drugged out, ****** Different burden, different labor I pray, On my knees Toward the east. I pray for change I beg and plead, Please
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Jun 7, 2023
Jun 7, 2023 at 7:41 AM UTC
Aerospace
this is how i die an array of colours flashed hippy's tie die shirt glamourized before me a 60s hendrix tripping vibe too much deception, not enough communication silence was the biggest killer... after all most deaths are silent and the dead don't speak but who says they're not listening a record collection of conversations stored in heathe ledger's memory files , the frontal lobe archives just like the front side of the incoming car just like the front side of the quickly approaching cliff ledge just like the frontal assault i planted on myself, but my pain is temporary...it is everyone else i know who must bear it for a lifetime if they discontinue this domino effect (i'm not talking about domino's pizza)...pizza hut OBVIOUSLY I ordered the extra large cheese with a side of jalapeno's because this one if going to burn with a cheesy ending how could you miss it.... i wrote it in my death note.
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Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 9:22 PM UTC
death note and my last pizza slice...skip the dishes and the bridge corner
For God was so furious from my sins He sent an angel To knock some sense into me And that angel Has my last name and her wrath Matches the almighty
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Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 12:12 PM UTC
Fury Of God
I don’t want time to cool off after getting mad I want you to prove that you’re sorry Stop asking what you can do to make it better Don’t just sit there and repeat back to me Offer me suggestions and do them anyway Beg my forgiveness down on your knees Spend the next eight hours overthinking Get angry and expressive, ******* unfreeze Fight back, take up a weapon and strike God knows I’ve given you a million to date Or deliver an overblown romantic gesture It could be literally anything I’d appreciate Hey, can you listen? It’s not that hard Do I have to scream to be heard? I don’t think I’m making an impact You still stand there undeterred
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Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 11:19 AM UTC
furious
A babbling beauty That's what she was A damsel who dared To speak her heart Frolicking furiously Through the gates of hell, she Gave great new meanings To malice and mutiny
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Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 12:20 AM UTC
Damsel
*it's hilarious how a single statement can make you curious it's piteous how a single statement can make you furious*
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Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 3:38 AM UTC
musings #1
it's not a flame it's a slow boil it sleeps far down, deep in the pit of my stomach i feel it twist and wrench, waking it grows hotter my skin is alive with heat my blood does not boil it erupts every single nerve in my body screams i cannot contain this rage furious, i explode
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Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 1:41 AM UTC
furious
im about to break someone’s ******* NOSE.
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Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 12:23 PM UTC
Untitled
This fire inside me Burns Like Sticks in a fire The color of ember The smell of black smoke Filling my lungs Fueling my anger further All i can think is I Hate you when i know its not true.. This fire inside is growing Almost too big to control Enough to consume More then just me or you But enough to consume Every light thats near and every shadow close I wont let it take control though I wont I wont I cant But how do i stop it When the flames Rise at every Word or sight of you Every time i hear your name The flames grow wild The heat unbearable to hold in The smoke making it impossible breathe How can i control this
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Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 11:03 PM UTC
Fire
Sometimes you irritate me But I can't tell you You will tell me how I'm not entitled To an opinion about my parent's behaviour You will tell me how I should do anything you say Regardless of what I actually want Sometimes you do things Or don't do things But I can't ask why, or why not You will tell me how other things are more important You will tell me that I shouldn't question you Or that that's being extravagant While the truth is that you can afford it You will not admit your mistakes You will not admit that you're wrong You will not admit that you're hurting others You will not accept that you didn't do your duty today You will not admit that you were not careful buying groceries It will be someone else's fault Just. Not. Yours. It will be someone else's mistake Just. Not. Yours. And how you are always being negative About everything, and everyone It. Just. Gets. To. Me.
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Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 12:06 PM UTC
Things I can't tell you
be angry, be furious. a storm of torrential rain and hellfire. but when you’re done and your seas have calmed, come home. — i'll be waiting by the docks
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Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 10:46 PM UTC
i'll be waiting by the docks
Have you ever had the feeling your heart had just bursted one too many times maybe this time it truly won't recover from the wreckage but oh my darling it will your heart was never intended to be collateral damage in the warpath created by those who aren't brave enough to love you & i'm so sorry they destroyed you in their wake of self destruction but now the choice is yours remain down in the dirt bruised knees and angry tears or you can rise up wipe the ashes from your skirt piece your heart back together take back the stolen bits then keep on walking until you find somewhere far enough to remake your story you have the choice to no longer remain collateral damage instead become the damage yourself
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Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 10:11 AM UTC
The Feeling
I have learned how not To deal with fury - From my mother, My father, And so on, And so forth. I have learned what inside I don't want to be. Left untamped I would be fire. Left unexamined, I would own my rage. Instead, I turn it over - Laugh-crying at some, Numbing at others, Until I've far surpassed fury And settled in even rockier Despair. I shake at injustices too great And I heave my sobs Into a furious ocean Of everyone else's. Better to quietly, privately drown Than actually burn it all down As would my mother, My father, And so on, And so forth.
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Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 4:18 PM UTC
Day 21: Furious
How dare you. How, DARE, you. Try to talk to me... as if you don't remember anything. I trusted you back then when I needed a friend, you were nothing of the sort! You were the opposite. I try my best, I try really hard to leave grudges in my past... but I have a dreaded feeling that this grudge for you, may last. Pretending to be there for me, patting my back so comfortingly. When really all you were doing was luring me in. Down to last second. Before I was faint, I swear I remember the smile on your face. I can't stand it. How easily you decided my fate. How do ******* live with yourself? You make me feel things I can't bare to say.
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Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 6:00 AM UTC
Horrible Person
What right have you to tell her she's not beautiful to press her till she can't breathe to make her believe she's nothing? What right have you to push her around to deflate her self esteem to carve her heart out? What right? None. So **** off.
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Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 9:36 AM UTC
What Right
Life is fast & furious, But achieved patiently, Are all those good things. All houses are not Toretto's, Because life is so unique, And it is really not like, The Fast and the Furious.
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Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 1:30 AM UTC
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I’m poisonous, detrimental I will destroy you and I won’t even glance back to throw Pity your way. I am the tornado that sweeps up the city without hesitating Lightning crashes that shatter The sky, thunder that shakes Rooftops and terrifies small Children laying in their parents’ Beds. I am the monster that Hides underneath those beds And grabs small feet as they Hang down, I am the eyes in The closet that haunt you When you’re sleeping and I Am the nightmares that keep You awake at night. I seek To demolish, I seek to scare, I seek to tear apart your pieces And fling them into rioting flames I will mutilate, decapitate, violate You without sympathy and I will Watch as you cry out in pain And wither away. I am everything you’ve always Feared I would be And worse.
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Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 1:04 PM UTC
terror