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 Sep 2022 topacio
Zywa
You have two arms, so

bow them nicely around me --


then it is for you.
"Kies mij. Kies mij uit de hele" ("Choose me. Choose me from the whole world population", 1992, Herman de Coninck)

Collection "Shortages"
 Jul 2022 topacio
chaos
Question
 Jul 2022 topacio
chaos
Is pain considered a drug when you keep coming back for it? For more?
 Sep 2017 topacio
Kaels
Solar System
 Sep 2017 topacio
Kaels
My soul is the universe
and the planets are reflections
of the feelings I have and the stars
are the people I meet and the more I discover
the more I feel less alone in this great widespread universe
 Sep 2017 topacio
rodeo clown
soup
 Sep 2017 topacio
rodeo clown
if there were words to describe the past few months, i would cut them up, silver knife to granite, into lousy pieces and throw them in a *** to boil
turn the fire down when it starts to smell like bathwater, nail polish remover, and tobacco
if you're asking what it feels like to be nothing, i'll serve you this
abjection by the spoon full
 Sep 2017 topacio
Aiden
too many people asking who i want to be
where i want to go to college
and
“do i have a boyfriend yet?”

no grandma i don't have a boyfriend
no i don't want one either
you see
i like girls
and hey,
i'm actually a guy

i didn't actually say that
grandma wouldn't understand
instead i have to suffer through her endless
“there's some cute guys i can set you up with”

why is “normal”
for girls to like guys
and guys to like girls
(i had to read over this
to make sure i was getting
it straight)

why is it “normal”
to plan out a child's life
by what's in between their legs

why are people
transphobic
homophobic
why are people like that

like
get over your fears
i'm not gonna hurt you
leave me alone
and i’ll gladly do the same

aliens must think we’re really weird
there are too many people in the world
for this amount of hate
had a bad day and grandma just topped it, thanks grandma
 Apr 2016 topacio
Madeline Clow
The traveler has no home, the traveler is never sown, the travelers dearest companion is his pack, he only keeps what he can carry on his back.
No one want's to be the traveler, the traveler knows, except for the traveler  because the traveler knows that the tune that makes him travel is more precious then any home and he won't settle for anything less then his own.
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