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February 21, 2022

Growing From A Wasteland

Maybe it was meant to be, honestly, it’s so hard to tell, all roads have been taken off the map, I am walking with my eyes closed, running every now and then, inside a maze of my own making. Let the answers be clearer when dawn breaks, obvious and open, crystalline and closer, violet rain…

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February 20, 2022

Jennifer’s Only Happy When She’s Up on the Stage

The poetry I write says nothing to me about my life,because my life is preciously provincial,still doing the same routines, no matter how I age,writing the same stanzas again and again,chilling but charming,page after page,because it doesn’t matter what I say,my velvet voice makes it much more pleasant. She told me that I was her…

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February 20, 2022

Visual Poem – Stolen, Not Sick

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February 19, 2022

Bored and Bruised

I am a spoiled, horrid brat in a hurry for hurried heartbeats. I want entertainment and enhancement, in any order, but never from someone who bores me, and I bore as easily as I bruise, breaking hearts and singing the blues, these are just the things I do, while I’m searching for something that will…

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February 18, 2022

This Is Not A Subtweet, But It Is A Selection of Substanzas

You told me to be kind to myself.I said “Fine.”And you said “No, not like that.”I said what I said and you seemed to accept but then you didn’t?And I’m back to wondering if I had forgotten how to speak English (it happens),getting kind of gaslit,asking myself if “no” only means “no” in response to…

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Growing From A Wasteland

Jennifer’s Only Happy When She’s Up on the Stage

Visual Poem – Stolen, Not Sick

Bored and Bruised

This Is Not A Subtweet, But It Is A Selection of Substanzas