poetry by Atlas Ez (Ezra)
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#32 Ode to my Combat boots
It as though I see real stars when I look upon those on my feet The rainbow flags rest above flying probably lower than they ever should The still beating heart lies above that The golden arrows upon what must be the beginning of my leg shaking with their rapid movements The camo one of Continue reading
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#31 Mirror
(Note: An ego boosting poem originally, now it just feels embarrissing) I don’t want you to ever say again that you’re not beautiful You have eyes that shine like stars and go deeper than any undersea cave Your wavy brown hair could carry worlds on it and still never fall flat Your cheeks the color Continue reading
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#30 Suzy
Just a little lost cat Looking for a home On the fringes of civilization where you and your family were found Near the edges of a family friend’s farm You were the most beautiful cat You didn’t yet have a name But of course I knew what to call you Suzy Should it be but Continue reading
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#29 Up we go
I am on the swing set daring to go higher twisting and turning When no is around or everyone is Funny thing is when I’m on that swing set alone it feels so much more freeing Like I can do anything not having to worry about who I hurt or who hurt me It’s just Continue reading
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#28 Kid!
(Notes:the one instance an angsty teen was kind of right) I hated being a kid I hated being yelled at both when my brother did something bad and when I did something bad I hated when my dad couldn’t just sit me down and talked to me and explain why it was wrong without getting Continue reading
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#26 Memory Lane
(Note: lots of angsty depression filled talk here. It gets worse in 27 which is why I’m skipping that one.) What do most see when they say or hear those words Frankley I myself am a bit perturbed For most I imagine it would look like a paved sidewalk or rode Then there are others Continue reading
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#25 Holding her hand
(Note: This was all a part of me personally being a bit more scared in a relationship because I didn’t like myself as much. In some ways I still don’t I realized today, but I’m gonna start working on self love, for my sake as well as those of future romatic partners) Holding her hand Continue reading
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#24 Beautiful Moon
How does one describe such picturesque beauty It seems impossible But I am nothing if not one to try To capture something with a million possible meanings To try to describe infinite beauty for those whose don’t see it Feels impossibly difficult But it is a task I shall undertake nonetheless The moon as I Continue reading
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#23 Teen
(Note:Written when I was an angsty teen) What am I like to others my age What do I look like to you Why do I feel like everyone is constantly judging me Why did I ever dream about be coming this Why am I always sweating How can I get you to listen to me Continue reading
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22.Failure
(Note: fear, is fear, reality, is reality, I realized this alot later than I should have) I am so afraid of it It is the one constant Like a big part of who I am Like the most intimate piece Like a culmination of all my fears together Taking from the fear of being alone Continue reading
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A passionate loving autistic trans man Who loves poetry, and the art of writing, have fun be nice.
Atlas Ez Poetry 