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In case you want to see my cursive handwriting

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i might make more of these. bored right now ig

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Bleeding on the pavement

Didn’t miss a single payment

This isn’t my home

Where have I gone?

Fire on the corner

Child killed but there’s no mourners

Somethings happening today

I’d have it any other way

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I swear you’re my best friend

Not just cause this crush never ends

Hey won’t we be best friends

I don’t care, can’t we just pretend

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Thumbs on other side of the hand. That’s what I feel like when taking a math test

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I’m rich.

Can I call you dick? [because no one asked]

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Saying “bird seed” is the equivalent of calling all meat that we eat “human meat”

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Where’d you get all this blue? It’s spilling through your thin skin in a thick paste, leaving a blubbering trail as you lean against the wall for support. Who gave this to you? It even pools in your eyes as they glaze over, gazing off out the window as your dreams float by in the breeze.

And you wear it to bed every night, tucking yourself in with the blanket of silence smothering the walls like pillows over mouths, nearly suffocating the life out of your hollow shell. You’re filled with blue. The jacket you pull closer to your chin smells green and hides the smile shining into the stitching. Even though your feet are ice and your mind is fixated on them, the world moves around you. A mossy rock being eroded in a stream, an evergreen blocking the sun from going into your window and blinding you, that’s all you.

Take it in stride blue boy, you may look sad to us now but none of us can feel the sparks in your chest when they text you. We can’t smell lavender in the breeze and be reminded of safety like you can, so don’t let this go.

Keep smiling into the jacket at night because soon enough that’ll be their hands around you. Carry on through the blue in the dead of night and at sunrise you’ll see the moon glow pink and orange. They’re watching the cotton candy clouds with bated breath just like you, hoping silently that the coconut breeze drifts by them again to remind them of you. Keep your heart close because just as you long for their green, they long for you, blue boy.

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Sorry I was so blue

I couldn’t get over you

And as hard as I try

I’m still stuck on those eyes

While mine well up with tears

Every time

I hear his voice

I strike that chord

I sing that song

Why can’t we get along

Why can’t we get along

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A place named

Rights and the guy you play as is named William and so he is William of rights or bill of rights and that’s poggers

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Me when I was very high a month or so ago

{drugs, light nsfw, 18+}

The room spinny

Time doesnt exist

I control time because it’s in my head

It’s hard to type

Very sleepy and hungy

Less bored even though doing same things

Was horny, has since dealt with it

Sort of blind it’s hard to see the screen

Also my heart is palpating weird and I can feel it

Oh god cottonmouth this is bad

Ew my mouth feels like the skin of an octopus when it’s hovering over sand but less wet

I need a drink of water and some sun chips or I will riot

How is it 2:30

Anidbauskaiahdbifjshrjfbjabsjfjskdmf I want to kiss [redacted] and tell them they’re the one thing giving me hope in such a hopeless world. Getting poetic but really I want chips and Capri sun

Ok I go now to sit downstairs for an hour javfisndhfissjr

Pumpkin seeds time and drink might get a Capri sun

I forgot I already said that

Depth perception is a myth perpetuated by owls and spiders

When I chew it sounds like moms watching something loud upstairs and there’s a white dude talking but it’s not there

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Golden sunsets always end in the deep purple abyss, stars poking holes in the cosmic fabric to create constellations for us to decipher. We’ve drowned out the sweet glow of the gas giants with our magic tricks, insisting that to miss the galaxy, you’d have to be crazy.

Down by the lake where the only magic comes from the ground, we lounge on the soft grass and look at the stars. Our gazes trail along the Big Dipper, to Orion, and back again. We only sneak looks at each other when we knew the other one was looking up.

Why have we squandered what we have? The magic of life has been squeezed out of every person, they mope around in the smoky cities with no intention to get their lives back on track. The magic of love has been beat out of me by the systems put in place to make us into machines.

I’m desperate for it back. I want to watch the stars again, to see them dancing, reflected in your eyes. I want to replace the taste of iron with bliss, but you escape my grasp every time. The world requires we be apart, but the stars forced us to meet for a reason, and I will not let the magic drain from me any longer.

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Shitty song

I’m that bitch

who took you

From your love

the one who

Stole your heart

lost it all

I take the

lo-sing bet

I Pleased your

ba-rren neck

the pain is

all that’s left

And you’re so

Qu-iet now

Yeah you’re too

Qu-iet now

So what’s this

All a-bout?

I know that

I’m that bitch

who took you

From your love

the one who

Stole your heart

Some-how I

Lost it all

Was it the

Night we fought

Was it the

Pain I caused

Was it the

Love I brought

Was it the

Questions asked

Was it the

Touch I sought

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My grandmother’s kitchen

which one of the two, they’re both so different

My grandma’s kitchen full of air

the food in the pantry is as old as her

the mood in the country is passing her by

she sits at the table all day and orders us round

in her head because we’re all too far

so she sells the kitchen and moves across the state

in an effort to forgive and forget that place

Maybe her new kitchen will have some spunk

but i doubt it, I have no reason to believe it

shes just throwing away her life like she claims we are

and now she calls me to say that she’s sorry

that her son was such a bad person, but

she claims it isn’t her fault at all, no parent has control

of course i know that’s bull, just as the phrase

“all grandma’s can cook well” turned out to be

But in my Oma’s kitchen…

Well, more like my Opa’s kitchen,

he’s cooking something new I havent had before

i know im picky but his food keeps me intrigued

something about the way he chooses the meat

down at an actual butcher, makes the gravy

all the more tasty

even his biscuits are fluffy,

not deflated like grandma’s would be

i guess its just a sign that this side of my family

is the side that cares more about themselves

instead of focusing on how much theyve been wronged

by one side or the other, just move across country

because you bought a house in maine and you love the cold

and i dont mind because when you get old

ill come to visit and ill cook you food like you did

when my mom was my age and when we’d discuss

our day around the table like a real family would

its not the cold war, but the sense of community is true

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Recipe for me

1 - one bottle of water, make sure its crude

2 - a decade of honey glazed love

3 - the thickest globule of furrowing brood

4 - and if omitting, add the body of half of a dove

5 - to pin it together make sure to skewer

6 - all ingredients to the spine, cutting the clove

7 - sharpen your pichfork to 5 milimeters, no fewer

8 - you need ten sheep hearts found in a drove

9 - poison the shepherd and scowl all menacing

10 - because asserting dominance is the only way to prove

11 - every narcotic and treatment and medicine

12 - does nothing but steal time and lose

13 - so do me a favour and remember you’re abstract

14 - now get back to the recipe, the oven’s set and eager

15 - sign your rights away and lose indipendence in this contract

16 - because all they care about is that you stay meager

17 - so they can overcharge you for a stay at the hospital

18 - and douse you in does and dismiss your pain

19 - a feather of a phoenix for my attitude if possible

20 - but make sure to strip it of fame

21 - send him a playlist, but he’s not the owner

22 - use those hands of yours meant for holding

23 - and instead chop them off and become a donor

24 - if youve left the cake for too long, scrape off all moulding

25 - but remember if it falls apart, you only need a bit of sewing

26 - compose yourself and stitch the fabric

27 - to your chest and sell your feelings you’re owning

28 - if you run out of butter, feel free to use a tar brick

29 - and just put in a dash of half-brother

30 - if you want the realistic version, make it sickly

31 - and if you want the mental state, dont forget the step-mother

32 - put it in the oven and take it out just as quickly

33 - leave out the blood if you forgot that pointer

34 - because it’ll curdle and make the kitchen stink

35 - now that youve completed the recipe, saunter

36 - around your kitchen, forget about me, and think

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I speak only gospel when I reveal my fears

When those fears from my family fly to you

I lose my independence and end up in tears

When I sit in the passenger seat as you rue

Leaving me in the first place

And while no one here knows your face

While no one here knows your voice

Since no one here knows your grace

I talk about you and rejoice

When your messages come through

The photos in my wallet are there to remind me

That no one in the world can define me

Because as long as I have you, the world is mine

And as long as I have you, the world is right

Like the sun shone through the trees

I remember holding your hand in the rays

They meticulously marked your magnificence

If anything is true, they exemplified the days

Days of age and grace which are carved into your face

In the form of scars and wrinkles so pure

My love is sitting in the bottle ready to drink

I keep it deep in the cellar and age it and plan

Because one day we’ll be here together, so think

We won’t be forced to reveal each other’s hands

But nothing can stop me from wanting to

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To change the world, I would destroy everyone’s desire to have children so our population goes down in a humane way. I am tired of there being so many people in the world, and it’s becoming a problem not only for us, but for the environment, and more recently, space. After the people are dealt with, I would make travel much easier and less stressful by opening up the boarders between countries like Europe does, but with the whole world. I would make it more accessible and I would honestly encourage people to travel more because it has to be the most eye opening thing you can ever do. Especially when it comes to different customs, I think the more we see them, the more we grow as people, and the more we realize that white cis het men aren’t the norm everywhere. As for the people in long distance relationships (like me) I think this would make it a lot easier to be with the people you care about. Personally, I would be living in another country right now just because I hate the weather here and the people make me want to end the world. I think it should be mandatory to teach people how to use common sense since it tends to be a tenacious topic in everyone’s eyes. If people cared about other people and had a general grasp of the world around us, decisions would be made faster, and we could stop fighting over the petty stuff in life like religion and language. Health care would be free as an added bonus as well. Or we’d do it like the Dutch do.