Unserious poetry by an unhinged poet
Poetry
Strings pull in opposing directions Threaten to tighten their hold Every step stitches them deeper Binding me fast to the mold I’m scared to split down the middle ‘Stop exaggerating’ I am told Afraid a single mistake shatters And leaves me alone in the cold A crevasse this deep
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I don’t have your answers I only found mine El mundo no lo vemos como es, sino como somos nosotres We don't see the world as it is, we see it as we are
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I thought looking at me would be hard But you drew stars around my scars Nebula dancing across my bruises Filling me up with reasons to choose this I was taught love was sacrifice Devotion a need to compromise But maybe instead of falling we rise Into safety with open
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I no longer wish to fly Building a bed where I can lie Surrounded by big piles of fluff 20 minutes can be enough Open arms are filled with gifts Some are drawn and some are knit I search for you to pass the hours So my peace can be
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Sometimes I’m okay Sometimes I’m not Accusations of ease Tie me in knots The tide of expectations creeps up to my neck I’m forced to tread water When I really need rest I’m scared to reach out where you can reject But your gifts of gold
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The years pass and your presence remains constant. Your mind and mine are similarly haunted. Emotions slowly turn into an inverted corset. Hours pass together and not once have I forced it. Worlds collide. In fear of our demise, I try to hide. Yet I'm surprised. Your easy
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We would never work, and that makes me feel safe, Possibility of unknown hopes always driven past mistakes. Above all I hope our bond never meets the same fate. Thinking it through enables me to enjoy the way we play. Faced with beautiful madness, I no longer feel so strange.
Poetry
Kindred spirit, your stripes seem familiar. Yet you keep your insides unknown. Passenger princess, your surface glistens and reflects. Distracting from icy secrets deep below. Icicles pierce the back of my neck. You demand control under a guise of respect. You flee from the pathological fear of realizing things you
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Loss feels heavy in my chest The sparkles in my heart have turned to lead I cuddle up to the pillow in my bed I hold tight but she never turns her head My voice is cracked Notes drag like shattered glass I'm sorry I ever asked I
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The air is cold this time of year Sweets spill out my coat pockets Ravenous rules feed an urge to kneel But my knee popped out of its socket Learning to walk all over again I made presents from your coal I refuse to let you carry my pack Just
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I no longer scramble for your validation and on the other side of that needy desperation I see that scarcity had less to do with whether or not I was deserving of your station, and more with your inability to be kind I feel freed by a new peace of
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I wonder what it would feel like to be validated by them. Under the wing of my own mother hen. Ink spills over our desk, so I pick up the pen. Carefully chosen words fall on deaf ears. Oily feathers revealed to be spears. My ink bleeds over wasted years.