Category: independent
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Shimmering Lender
Light shimmered on the Things I have shadowed… How can there be suchGlimmering, Glinting off of Hallowed gallows? Heavy hangs the head Whose mind Is light.Do I swallow regret Or Do I follow the trail Of Sorrows?Begging the Creator As if a “Lender” For tomorrow? From whom am I borrowing?
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My Turn
So I kept scouring,Seeking out beauty capableOf placating the gentleHum of pain inside. When the loopsOf nooses beganTo resemble acrobaticHoops,I laughed in Pain’s face. It was finally my turnTo tell her,“Don’t take it so seriously.”
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Transmuted ambiguity into blossoms that Smell better than abandonment.
And that’s okay baby,You’re on your path.You’re not ready to be seenWhile I’m ready to be felt. When riptides collide with undercurrentsThundering like torrential mercenaries…Nothing on you…However, this heart is not availableFor target practice. I’d rather be at peace with myselfVersus at war with the world.Than to be at peace with the worldAnd at war…
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Why Would I?
The sea does not apologize for its depth. The mountains do not seek forgiveness for taking up space. And the sun does not ask permission to shine. So, why would I?
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Simulating Stimulations
Born on the cusp of millennia / analogue being in digital age / Can’t simulate stimulations / from be-ness vibrations…
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Millennial Scream into the Void
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This is not the land of the free nor opportunity, this is the land of delusion. This is not the “American Dream” unless you are asleep and it is just that–a dream. We are living in a time where a growing populous of people’s retirement plan is suicide. We have higher rates of self inflicted…
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All You Can Do is Laugh
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in art, independent, journaling, mental health, poetry, self care, self help, Uncategorized, writer, zineCrazy what happens when you get off your clown shit and get promoted to ringleader. I take joy in being a traveling circus.
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Full of Yourself…as Opposed to Who?
“You’re so full of yourself!” Like it’s a bad thing. Have they ever taken a moment to think about what the fuck that even means? I now love to respond with, “As opposed to who? Who else am I supposed to be full of? Beyoncé? I am proud and only wish to be full and…
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Introduction:
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in art, independent, journaling, mental health, poetry, self care, self help, Uncategorized, writer, zineFuck you. And also, fuck me too. We’re not in this life together but that doesn’t mean we can’t come together. Turn the petty to prosperous.