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Dear World (read description)
No, not all girly girls are sluts
No, not all tomboys are lesbians
No, not all boys showing a damned small sign of emotion are gay and/or "weak"
No, not all men are abusers
No, not all straight cis people are discriminative
No, no gender is completely innocent
No, gay men aren't the same as pedophiles
No, gender identity and sexual preferences are NOT the same
No, autism and other mental illnesses aren't an excuse to be a jerk to other people
No, autism isn't an insult nor a disease
No, Asperger's is DIFFERENT from autism, just in the spectrum, but not the same
No, your political views aren't a reason to be a jerk
No, your religious views aren't a reason to be a jerk
No, just because you don't believe in a certain god doesn't allow you to dismiss people who do believe in something
No, just because you disagree with someone's lifestyle doesn't allow you to discriminate them
No, "free speech" isn't what you think it is
No, being a conformist isn't the same as having an "open mind"
No, cr
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five second suicide
and as i pour myself out on these canvases
i drip over the edges, spilling dots of
absence on the hungry earth.
they call me jane doe,
and i am not art.
every evening, i close the door,
close my eyes, disassemble.
slowly, i've become fleeting.
i float, my feet don't touch the ground.
how can i crash?
i fade, i dissolve,
but i've lost the motive to explode.
there's no glory in my death;
i leave no trace of the dramatic.
a man on the train last tuesday
nudged me, apologized, and carried on his way.
he's the last person who's
spoken to me since then.
we hit a notch in the tracks,
the car wobbled.
i stared at him silently,
counting the infinite futures
that suffocated behind my teeth.
i'm dying in my own penitentiary
with the cell door key in my pocket.
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lost my voice.
I wrote "I love you"
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
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just wave goodbye
                                 dearest,
                          today         i was
                   the ocean.         
                 i tried to
               reach the
            forest but
         could only get
    as far as sand  before the
cratered  moon pulled me back again.
 
           ankles
       the       of
 
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love letters to introverts
i.
To the boy who prefers spending Friday nights at home:
the world does not understand how beautiful silence sounds
sometimes. 
As you crack open that book you've been waiting to read,
  or plug in your computer,
    or listen to music,
      or, 
         or, 
            or, 
or maybe just stare at the night sky from your bedroom window-
(please) remember what everyone else seems to forget;
that being alone does not always equal lonely--
and that sometimes no company is the best company there is. 
ii.
To the girl who does not speak up in class: 
I was once you. 
You are not deficient, I promise, despite everyone telling you otherwise. 
You might be the only one who will ever know the universes 
tucked inside your head, 
because they are beautiful secrets you cannot bring yourself to share,
for fear that they might be vandalized. 
When you speak,
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Crayon Child
Younger Me,
still fending off nightmares
with plastic swords
and MONSTER-B-GONE lights.  
I was rarely gentle with you.
I blistered our hands with blacktop;
I choked our sandals with mulch.
Yet you remained untouched
by life's failures and faults,
only marred on the skin
by two frolic-scars.
There are seven chin stitches
from a monkey bar mishap,
and three on your upper lip
from disgruntled floor tiles.
But that never halted
your gap-toothed grins.
I fought by your side
during alien invasions,
where broccoli trees swayed
beneath the 1% lowfat Milky Way.
We cradled dirt-stained snowmen
that lasted weeks in the freezer,
and attacked Georgia fireflies
with an army of pickle jars.
I cried when we ate mushrooms
(they taste of rubber and disease)
but gorged on knock-knock jokes
(the cheesier, the better).
We scrawled our promises in crayon
because chalk never stayed;
we composed cricket concertos
and moonbeam serenades.
Dear muse... this is farewell,
we have waltzed the years away.
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It's okay to be imperfect
The moon
has craters
too,
and look
how bright
it shines,
even in
the darkest
of times.
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goodbye
  i.
death is a shadow
and i feel him,
some days more than
others.
  ii.
we first met on a
sunny day in january.
he covered my tiny fist
inside his and squeezed
it like an apology, and
i began to cry.
i have seen his
silhouette every day
since.
  iii.
he is always on the
flip side of light –
always sharper
where the sun shines
fierce.
(sometimes i can only
face the bright side
because i know he has
my back.)
  iv.
i write him letters.
sometimes they are
stories. sometimes
they are odes. but
most of the time, they
are just
conversations, that
we have.
(“i was thinking
about you.”)
  v.
death is not an
instance;
he is
ongoing, he is
in the past and the
future, he is
my present (a gift).
he changes shape over
the course of the day
but always remains.
  vi.
he is a shadow,
but he does not
follow –
he matches me,
step for step.
  vii.
there are times when
he feels very far
away
and the separation
anxiety arrests me in
the white beam
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Thoughts I'll never tell you
3am.
it seems nighttime
has never looked this dark
(or maybe my emotions
are just blurring
my perception)
squinty eyes turn
to my alarm clock:
a lighthouse
in the roaring black sea
delirium fades,
as the dream
s l o w l y
comes back
How can I miss someone
who wasn't even mine?
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A Poem Unwritten -Revised 2010
"a poem unwritten" -alternate version
this is a poem unwritten
told by a father who still exists
it's about a boy no longer
and a town that fell asleep
the boy broke the cycle
and ended the piercing silence
he fought with his life
so the people may live longer
but the father was left alone
and now he has a body to bury
this never should have happened
but this is a poem unwritten
told by a father who still exists
that day in class
the boy didn't pay attention
as wrote a poem unwritten
when the boy raised his head
looking for an audience
he found a violent silence
when he raised his hand
to show and tell his poem unwritten
no one listened, no one looked, no one cared
so once more, the boy hid his face
at lunch that day
he cowered mechanically
as sneers and jeers rained
when he raised his head
to find a friend
he found no such thing
when he raised his hand
to share his pain
no one listened, no one looked, no one cared
so once more, the boy hid his face
that night in bed
he fell asleep
to
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to be a waste of grey matter with no self-esteem
forgive these
rorschach nerves &
mercury veins -
i am no tragedy boy,
but i have self-decay
down to an art.
this tar tongue only starts
marlboro conversations &
self-ignition;
i only start fires.
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Don't give up yet
I could feel the water rushing
as it clouded up my eyes,
with rocks tied to my ankles
and salty kelp upon my thighs
and I heard the soft waves whisper
water-logged words into my ear:
"A life boats just
around the sea bend,
keep paddling my dear."
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you stole
you are smoke,
blackened feathers,
and I forget
how the mockingbird
used to sing.
please,
I forget
how to miss someone.
you left warm spots in me,
familiar dents and puckers
now empty.
nothing holds my eyes in place.
they roll from one end of my skull
to the other,
rattling.
I don't want to see
a world without you in it.
you let this place hollow out
and dry like infinite droughts.
you
let me
burn.
the years age me,
and I don't know who I am
anymore.
I only remember you,
but I forget that you are gone.
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How to Pocket a Man's Humanity
First, convince him to adopt
a rescue cat, fat, days away
from slaughter. Find one mis-
sing half his tail. The pair
will purr in tune; this step
is important. Next, rush him,
him and his rescue, to their
home, and then keep them dry
and healthy. Move deliberate-
ly, with articulation. Shape
the sound. Watch cat and man
sup together, sleep together.
Spring happens upon them, as
it does, and the man and his
rescue walk along the bridge-
less route to the forest and
grove without wind. Convince
him to let rescue race aloft,
to the distant hill-top. And
he will, and he does, and he
is gone. The man screams out-
ward into the meadow, scream
after scream weaving through
stalks of wheat, but nothing.
No clicks or mews. A nothing
against the rust of night on
the horizon. Help the man to-
ward his doorstep. Help keep
him apprised of the treeline
and its shadows. Finally, he,
rescue, appears, and the man
grabs your collar and shouts
and walks and runs and stops.
Rescue has brought home life
fle
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You said you'd burn bridges for me
I broke my bones
into sticks
and stones-
let them
pile for
a fire
in the end
as I burned,
the only answer
I yearned:
was it you
who lit
the match?
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You Were Not An Aquarium Boy
Sea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
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Andromeda
Amongst the darkened skies
Brightened by only starlight
Children play
Delightfully across
Every land,
Field & Sea.
Gravity is only an afterthought
Hilltops become ladders into the sky while
Inferior planets stare down upon the Earth
Jealous of such simplicity yet contemplating grandeur.
Keppler only thought of science
Linear, elliptical, movement…
Mythology had no such thoughts
Neptune & Nebulas both inhabit space
Orbiting across the lonely darkness
Probably never worried about mundane things
Questioning their existence
Right now or for all eternity such as us.
Shooting stars make us joyful while
Terminator is an otherworldly spectacle
Unknown to all those hidden in their houses
Various stars await us outside
Waiting to play like we did before
Xenagogue & inviting
Youthful but ancient curiosities.
Zenith induced euphoria continues until daylight…
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God called in sick today
God called in sick today,
and the sky is dancing.
People walked hand in hand
singing in tune with the damned.
Running without stories
‘this is what tragedy feels like’
dead is the new alive
but misery loves company.
Racing with the devil
one doesn't dare stop against
the lord of the damned
he laughs against the concrete.
Can one play with madness
as they dance on clouds of mind?
Heavens a lie when butterflies are flying in hurricanes
And God takes a day off.
Wasted time throwing rocks at stars
souls refuse their eternal rest
they drink a cup of galaxy for breakfast
hymn of the shameless.
Obsession is an ugly word.
When dead becomes the new alive
the devil walks the earth
and God takes a day off work.
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he saved me
, but he killed me.
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i. first light- i met you in a crimson forest.
   it was a rose garden summer, and out of a black mercedes
   you walked out, your five year old eyes greener than
sunlit saplings
you reached up to pluck a rose from its stem, and offered it to me.
"what's your name?"
daddy told me that i couldn't tell strangers my real name.
I looked at the rose in my hand.
"Rose."
you smiled, you were a seastorm of now long-gone innocence.
i didn't understand
                          but I knew.
ii. i forgot about you for
    1562 days, 11 hours, and 22 minutes,
you shouted
my name, but i didn't recognize you
until i saw your eyes.
iii. my father fell and didn't stand back up again.
i screamed, and you carried me home.
iv. i didn't talk for a week.
    i stared at the gray of the sky. it was the color of my father's eyes.
you sat next to me in the pouring rain,
your war
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It's time to leave the toxic people behind
Life is a continuous cycle,
a carousel that never stops spinning,
of being in situations
where you are treated unfairly
by those you (thought)
held you close
and even if
you keep treating them kindly,
they will never return the favor
these toxic people
exhale poisonous gas,
that will begin to fill your lungs-
this hazardous air
can not even be purified
by your own clean breath
So dear:
It's time to find somewhere
where the air is fresh
as flowers and grass,
and you can be the sun-
appreciated for the life
and bright light
that you are,
It's time to leave the toxic people behind.
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When you care too much
I'm so afraid
of losing people
that I attach
myself
like a leech
and now
I'm stuck here
sucking life
out of everyone
I try
to reach.
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