mid-early poems
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# 58 Shadows
Shadows,Shadows on my wall Shadows, Shadows in the hall The shadows they are everywhere Going to where no other would dare Shadows,Shadows they follow me Shadows,Shadows that float on the breeze They creep in and get under my skin Sometimes I’m tempted to let them in Shadows,Shadows fears and anxieties are what they are Shadows,Shadows Continue reading
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# 57 Storm
My Mother once told me I had a storm inside Just like her And my grandfather I suppose that is something I have known for years The thunder loud and abrupt and sometimes frightening The wind strong enough to uproot trees The lightning bright and blinding The rain that causes floods and causes damage to Continue reading
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#56 Winter (season)
Pale ears and red cheeks The bitter feeling on snow on your finger tips And the building of the snowperson It’s the snowball fight where I made malformed snowballs and still nearly won Its the nightmares that creep in After I am deep in winter’s sleep It’s the nice dreams I get right before the Continue reading
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#55 Summer (seasons)
(Note: Written when I was a teenager) It’s grape popsicles frozen in plastic It’s my grandmothers muffins It’s the blazing heat down south And the cool breeze up north It’s the polar bear jumping in the pool again The learning to swim even if not “properly” It is the realization of everything passing me by Continue reading
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#54 Spring (seasons)
It’s the dandelions that grow outside my old middle school It’s the cool spring rain as it drips on my skin The bringer of storms Of performance and athleticism Of taking the chances And making the mistakes It’s the bringer of new beginnings And the healing of old wounds that we so furiously picked away Continue reading
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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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A passionate loving autistic trans man Who loves poetry, and the art of writing, have fun be nice.
Atlas Ez Poetry 