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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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#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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A passionate loving autistic trans man Who loves poetry, and the art of writing, have fun be nice.
Atlas Ez Poetry 