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My Future: My Friend, Fuck You, My Friend

I don’t know
WHO you are
I don’t know
WHAT
YOU
WANT.

But you make me second guess myself.
Got my stomach twisted in knots. 196 more words

Poem

Tick Tock

Time is no straight line.

It is a serpent

crossing the room sideways

like a glance.

Time burns rubber

careening around every corner

tossing irony, 99 more words

Poetry

Being, Present Progressive

I do not wished to be courted.

I wish to be courting.

To have been courted
means to be a place where one has been… 42 more words

Poem

It is Summer

The dry sky.
Cloudless.
Not a single, frozen dew drop.
Not another color beyond the blue,
besides the hot, white Sun.

I am told it is, in fact, yellow. 75 more words

Poem