poetry by Atlas Ez (Ezra)
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#53 Fall (seasons)
Fall,Autumn The season of falling leaves and cool breezes The season of back-porch talks Where you could still smell the remnants of summer fading And already start feel the chill as winter start to roll in The colors of the world bending and shifting everywhere A time for poetry A time for song A time Continue reading
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#52 Fire (Destruction/Regression)
Make me really mad make me furious and you’ll regret it For tho I know you don’t want me as a friend You certainly don’t want me as an enemy I can make your life hell I can throw you into a fire or throw you in a pit Without ever moving a muscle I Continue reading
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#51 Passing time (kinda)
No idea No ideas Why do I have none Why am I so perpetually stuck in my mind Goshhhhhhhhh Why is my brain not coming up with any ideas Why is it only generating muck No story ideas No poem ideas No picture/doodle ideas It’s like it’s all washed away Maybe it’s not completely useless Continue reading
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#50 Flowers In my Pockets
I was born in the month of the Aster Hearts in the field of morning glories from the start Pure as the cool autumn wind blowing on that night in late september I was raised with a love of bluebonnets so pretty and tempting yet I wasn’t allowed to take one From the side of Continue reading
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#48 Tree (growth)
DO NOT KICK ME Do not tear at my roots Do not look at me as tho I am just a weed Do not think I am just a small delicate flower that you think you can hinder as you please I am so much more than a weed One day I am going to Continue reading
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#47 Curiosity
Give me knowledge or give me death But I won’t ever stop wondering why things are Or why they are the way they are Or why the sky is blue Or the grass green Or why the dog barks Or why there is also bark on trees Or how machines may be getting as smart Continue reading
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#46 Individuality
It’s the biggest part of me When I come to ask myself a question It’s what is the most important thing personally And to me that is my individuality If I not me then who could I be I don’t wish to cause trouble nor do I want to be a sheep So why must Continue reading
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#45 Pain
I hate it,but I love it It’s the thing that sends thousands of tiny pinpricks to my throat But it’s also the thing that reminds me i’m still breathing Like the pain of sadness It has hurt me the most But the fact that I feel it It means that, that or something else hasn’t Continue reading
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#44 Deep down
I once wrote poems about who I was I wondered why no one gave them more love I cared so much because you see What I said was what I believed to be true about me But they weren’t me, no They were a beautiful version of a really big show Everyone usually loves that Continue reading
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#43 Mom
I can talk to you more than anyone I know I feel like you always listen I feel like you understand We are of two very similar minds Even though we are at very different parts of our lives I feel like you get me You see the real me And you care about the Continue reading
About Me
A passionate loving autistic trans man Who loves poetry, and the art of writing, have fun be nice.
Atlas Ez Poetry 