answer this ;
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i am
my own heartbreak
and healing
all in one
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I'm not proud of my anger; not when most of it is my father's.
But I wield it nonetheless...it is useful sometimes.
But I fear this is what he had thought, when he was in my place, and saw his father's anger.
That's the thing about anger-
it never stays with one person.
It always breaches out and infects.
If one person is angry, surely and slowly, everyone is angry.
Or hurt.
There are two options, two reactions to an angry person;
You are angry or you are hurt
You either hurt or you hurt
Nothing good comes of anger
Someone in the end, always gets hurt.
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Lover Girl
I remembered you in the dark / spin the bottle brought us here/ I folded my arms around my back like angel wings / now I'm in my teenage room / shaping my pubic hair into a heart / squirted perfume on my thighs/ I'm a suckers dream on red knees / I'm to obscene with unconquered appetites / I wanted to peel my skin and reveal feathers/ I wanted to be wildflowers / I wanted to be beautiful as larvae/ I found you in the dark / lover girl crying in places she can't be seen.
In Baby Blue Chapbook
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Wondering. . . what I did wrong this time,
Maybe I said something too honest, that crossed the line.
Thought I knew you a day before,
Now I'm not so sure anymore.
'Cause you were the happy and cheerful one,
The person who made me feel like more.
And I still remember the days,
When your presence felt like home.
But now you roll your eyes at me,
And I walk home alone.
You were the only one,
Who taught me to face my fears .
But now you are the only reason,
My eyes are full of tears.
~ms.anonymous.
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poem #7 of hot poet summer
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Poem 002
Meet me in the quiet misty morning,
In secret gardens where leaves are falling.
Kiss my hand and take me elsewhere,
Like two butterflies dancing in the air.
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Let me love you Irma!
Let Me Hold Your Hand
Take my hand and let us walk past this meadow,
Where we are surrounded by sunshine, and only our shadow,
That spreads over the tips of grass blades,
Where your beauty my every sense invades,
There let me surrender my prudence before your beauty,
And let me love you Irma, with all my piety,
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ah yes, my favorite.
a story about a group of teens with subtle hints of queerness that leaves a hole in your chest and has you grieving for weeks. just perfect.
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Graphic design is my passion and 80’s movies are my vice
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i love queer coded 80s movies like yes give me 2 hours of a group of boys doing something and being a little fruity
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the man who does nothing
that gets something
at the price of everything
the woman who does everything
that gets nothing
at the price of something
they're married
they don't make very good parents
the child who does something
that gets everything
at the price of nothing
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timid, white, borderline mentally ill young man meets an exuberant, energetic and dramatic young man while travelling to a new place. together, they create a MENS ONLY club which serves as a metaphor for queerness. they also have a homoerotic friendship btw. however, by the end of the film, energetic dramatic friend dies of a bullet to the head and the timid man must watch bittersweetly as the club he once happily created with this friend falls apart. now real question is this the premise of fight club or dead poets society
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poem #21 of hot poet summer
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