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 Nov 2024 Cassandra
Liana
I want a kind person to see me struggling
Not by me showing them
But by simply observing
And care
And ask if they can help
Sometimes they can
And sometimes they can't
But that itself
Is enough for my heart
 Nov 2024 Cassandra
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Wrap around me,
tape me up,
add a bow -
then rip me up.
i am in pieces,
but at least itā€™s -
short n sweet.

ā€˜tis the season right?
 Nov 2024 Cassandra
Chloe Haas
That girl sitting there
is a beautiful tragedy
her mind is an aghast
her body
is her grave
her bones
ache
while her throat is being strangled
whats wrong with her mind
cant ever be untangled.
she,
is a beautiful tragedy
I wear it so nice
the smiles so genuine
the laughs so warm

yet behind the closed doors
music blaring in my ears
drowning my own thoughts

Only then can I be me
but from wearing the mask so long
I
collapse
 Nov 2024 Cassandra
Em MacKenzie
If it's not broken, don't fix it.
Let it keep going beyond repair.
A splatter painting from the world's remains.
 Nov 2024 Cassandra
Em MacKenzie
There is only so long
you can struggle to make a bed
before you realize,
that it's a futon.
An old note I wrote down months and months ago.
 Nov 2024 Cassandra
Em MacKenzie
Some people listen to hear,
and some listen to respond.

Some people talk to be heard,
and some talk because they canā€™t stand the silence.
Meaningless meaningful conversations
 Nov 2024 Cassandra
Em MacKenzie
Iā€™m alone stuck in my head
we both lost track of what was said.
Here I write but you havenā€™t read,
please just come to bed.

Lost in translation starts a fight,
another disappointing night.
Not sure of much but sure weā€™re right,
come to bed and turn off the light.

Mindā€™s running laps but in a line,
avoiding barbed wire and land mine.
Determined to stay up to greet sunshine,
come to bed and it will be fine.

Iā€™m alone stuck in my head
an impending sense of doom and dread.
I write in blue but you mark in red,
please just come to bed.
 Nov 2024 Cassandra
Em MacKenzie
My Nan taught me a lot-
but two lessons/phrases were uttered the most.
ā€œDonā€™t trust men, they only want one thing.ā€
Problem solved Nanny, Iā€™m as gay as they come
and never gave one man that one thing.

The other thing sheā€™d often tell me was
ā€œWe get two gifts in this world; people we love
and sleep to save us from missing them when theyā€™re gone.ā€
The second lesson I think of often and relate to heavily.
Both were true for my Nan;
she deserved a better life.
Wouldā€™ve been Nanā€™s 85th birthday last week-
If thereā€™s something after all of this I hope she celebrated
with Ma, Uncle Jim, Louise, Dad, Pop, Stevie and Bev.
Love and miss you Nanny.
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