poetry by Atlas Ez (Ezra)
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#21. Hope
(Note: The last one for today) Hope in the darkest night Hope to guide me towards light Hope that it will be better soon Hope that this doesn’t last too long past noon Hope I’ll be okay Hope to make it through another day Hope that I can go on Hope that it will last Continue reading
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#20 If I ever
I grow older with each passing day Time spins on the dial around and around If I ever wished to go back I could only do so in my memories which are fragmented and ripped at the seams If I ever wish see into my future to know what I would become Then the wish Continue reading
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19.My Dear
(Note: aw to be young and bi) My dear,My dear, that is what I hear When I look into my future and wonder into further years I don’t necessarily think of them as a lady or a gentleman I just see my dear and that is what I hear back I love my dear and Continue reading
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#18. Why do we Run
(Note: Intresting Philosophical question. Also one more after this for tonight) Why do we run Is it for fitness Is it to move towards something If so to what love self-realization Or do we run from something And again what Our past Our mistakes Other’s mistakes Hurt or pain Or fear of some kind Maybe Continue reading
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17. Cold Winter’s night
(note:I was younger than I am now and quite a bit more spoiled when I wrote this, so take it with a grain of salt) I lie in the hot tub still and quiet As the cold seeps through the thin windows of the sunroom As I get out I listen to music thinking the Continue reading
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Poem #2
Poem #2 PulsingI’m seeing the white spots againI have headaches even more nowMy head is racingMy heart is hammering and pulsing with fearas the fear digs deeper and it’s taking its roots never quite going awayLike a little belittling voice in the back of my mindNever missing the beat or the pulseAs it attacks from Continue reading
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Welcome to the site and poem #1
(Note:As I always do, I start with a note. This one is also a thank you. To everyone who got me here, to everyone who believed, thank you. And to you reader, who weather reading this for the first time or for the millionth thank you as well. #1 Polarizing I am anger and rage 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 