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poetryforventing · 1 month
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I want to write happy poetry
I found love and feel good mostly
I don't look after myself well enough and that scares me
But, yeah, I feel good mostly
And I want to write happy poetry
But there's genocide on the news
And our leaders approve
And a friend says 'both sides are just as bad'
Like, hon
Shut up
It's fucking genocide
Did we learn nothing from history
From imperialism
From fucking concentration camps?
It's sickening
And I feel so powerless
Poor and unheard
A jumped up insect in the dirt
If only my white guilt could bring back all those beautiful brown bodies from the earth
If I shed a tear for every life lost will I become a white savior or a dried up husk?
I've never earned much more than minimum wage
But at least I don't expect an early grave under the rubble of my home or a hospital
At least I'm not a body in the background of a soldier's TikTok
I wish I had an answer to all of this
I wish I had the power to save all those lives
But I've spent 28 years and counting trying to save my own
And I'm one of the lucky ones, I've made it this far
So all I can do is speak my mind:
Ceasefire, now.
Then free Palestine.
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poetryforventing · 2 months
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I want to write happy poetry
I found love and feel good mostly
I don't look after myself well enough and that scares me
But, yeah, I feel good mostly
And I want to write happy poetry
But there's genocide on the news
And our leaders approve
And a friend says 'both sides are just as bad'
Like, hon
Shut up
It's fucking genocide
Did we learn nothing from history
From imperialism
From fucking concentration camps?
It's sickening
And I feel so powerless
Poor and unheard
A jumped up insect in the dirt
If only my white guilt could bring back all those beautiful brown bodies from the earth
If I shed a tear for every life lost will I become a white savior or a dried up husk?
I've never earned much more than minimum wage
But at least I don't expect an early grave under the rubble of my home or a hospital
At least I'm not a body in the background of a soldier's TikTok
I wish I had an answer to all of this
I wish I had the power to save all those lives
But I've spent 28 years and counting trying to save my own
And I'm one of the lucky ones, I've made it this far
So all I can do is speak my mind:
Ceasefire, now.
Then free Palestine.
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poetryforventing · 3 months
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their blood is your blood
is my blood too and it spills
now from our own chest
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poetryforventing · 6 months
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do you see those crying kids
those lifeless infants
the phosphorous
or are you not looking at all
I guess genocide isn't cool
so just wait it out
until it's over
until everyone in Gaza is dead
and pretend
afterwards
that you fucking cared
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poetryforventing · 6 months
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do you see those crying kids
those lifeless infants
the phosphorous
or are you not looking at all
I guess genocide isn't cool
so just wait it out
until it's over
until everyone in Gaza is dead
and pretend
afterwards
that you fucking cared
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poetryforventing · 7 months
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a simple way of saying hey of saying hi of saying how are you today
i send a message every day and everywhere and every way i know how
i'm reaching out i'm reaching up i'm reaching for god in the rain
anything that gives me hope against hope that maybe you are okay
it's been a week it's been a month it's been a year since i heard
a single word from your mouth and although fucking it hurts
i hope you hate me and my guts and that it's nothing worse
cause the last time we talked your words were black as a hearse
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poetryforventing · 1 year
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you love me but I
love you more and it’s not cute
it’s fucking tragic
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poetryforventing · 1 year
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everything unravelling over again
destabilization and entropy
my mind is a mess and my heart is the same
the only way out was the only way in
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poetryforventing · 1 year
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you recoil when I get close
it’s exactly what I didn’t want
you say it’s fine but I know it’s not
either you’re lying to yourself
or you’re not who I thought
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poetryforventing · 2 years
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back again
thinking about the things I’ll never have again
thinking about the ways I’ll never feel again
thinking about the ones that got away again
thinking about all that wasted time I spent
and all that wasted time I’ll spend
chasing another one of the ones that get away
in search of feeling all the same old ways
grasping for them like an answer to my pain
 until inevitably they fade away
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poetryforventing · 2 years
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there is no refuge from this storm
and when it comes it comes at once
cut and bruised and beaten up
is not and never will be enough
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poetryforventing · 2 years
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a whole year of convincing myself that you felt a spark
and in an instant you tore my theory apart 
for you: a passing bad taste at the back of your throat
for me: bile black with blood as I regurgitate my heart
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poetryforventing · 2 years
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there’s a fear in me I’ve never felt before
it’s spiraling and uncontrolled
this is a world awash in violent tones
and I’m struggling to find my home
I’m treading water on and on
maybe dying, maybe not
they say ‘I hate to say I told you so’
but they love to say ‘I told you so’
so say it all you want
but I’m uneducated, poor, unmedicated, scared
your self-superior sentiments aren’t a lifeline
they’re a noose
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poetryforventing · 2 years
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things change even when
they stay the same, love fades and
hatred burns away
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poetryforventing · 2 years
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‘give me a savior,’ I say
‘or give me death’
point blank refusing
to save myself
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poetryforventing · 2 years
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I put my fears on you when you contract by rights
moody when I don’t get what I want, I’m hurting you like it’s a sport
you deserve so much better, all you’ve ever been to me is a friend
I wish you would escape, save yourself 
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when you contract by rights I pull away like a child
I’m hurting you like it’s a sport, your punishment for not loving me
all you’ve ever been to me is a friend, which is the problem
save yourself, I don’t know if I can change
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I put my fears on you, I pull away like a child
moody when I don’t get what I want, your punishment for not loving me
you deserve so much better, which is the problem
I wish you would escape, I don’t know if I can change
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poetryforventing · 2 years
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REFLECTION
I was too young
when you whispered in my ear
and when I should have seen you using me
instead I choked on fear
you shaped my relationships
my education and career
friends called you controlling
but I didn't want to hear
I did all you asked of me
year on wasted year
and you threw me out eventually
when you found in me a mirror
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