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انا بس كان نفسي اعيش في حلم......مش ابقااا بحلم بنفسي ف كل الكابوس المضلم داااا 💔

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I'M ANGYYYYY!!!!!

'm lil baby ball

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It took me forever to get the hang of starting scenes. Save yourself some time.

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“Behind the Myth of Benevolence,”

Artist: Titus Kaphar

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You can't possibly give me anxiety about windows

Someday you will come across a house, and you will make your home there. Someday you will realize this house has a certain number of windows on the outside, and a certain number of windows on the inside, and that these numbers are not the same. You will try to count, and re-count, and will grow frustrated and confused, and eventually you will forget and life will continue, as it does. But eventually you will have a child, and the child will grow older, and when the child is still small but old enough to count, the child will count the windows. The child will realize there is an extra window in the little attic (the attic they are not allowed to be alone in), a window that does not exist. They will ask you about it, and you will hum and say something vague, and move on to thinking about other things. But your child will remember, and they will wander around the outside of the house, lost in the summer greenery of childhood, and they will search and search and never find the window peaking out. So one quiet night, when the wind is gentle and the shadows are quiet, your child will sneak out of bed, and steal the key to the little attic, and they will climb the creaking stairs, one at a time. If you ask them, they will say they could hear whispering, whispers winding down the halls, coming from the top of the house, coming from the other side of the glass. But you won't get a chance to ask. Instead you will awaken in the night knowing the way a person sometime knows that something is terribly wrong. And you will run to the attic, understanding only now that there is something wrong with the attic, has always been something wrong with the attic, that you were always afraid of this, all this time. You will lunge up the stairs, clumsy and wild-eyed, to find the attic door gaping open like a hungry thing. And your child will be there, on the other side of the room, stepping off a wooden stool and slipping through the tiny window frame that has been locked and bolted and painted shut for years. You will lurch forward as they disappear head first through the window, you will grasp for their tiny child's foot as it slips away, and when your hand closes over nothing the attic shadows will rise up to swallow you, as if a sink stopper has been pulled and all the light is draining down, down and away.

Someday you will wake up in a different house you have lived in for years. You will go to the kitchen the way you do every morning, and make the same breakfast you have been making for years. You will drop the coffee mug, will watch it shatter on the floor, as you finally remember, as it all comes rushing back. You will run frantically through the house, opening doors to rooms that are yours but also wrong, all wrong. You will already know what you won't find, and still you will fling open every door, hunting for a bedroom, shouting the name of a child who no longer exists.

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Quiero devorarte a besos todas las mañanas.

Chico ambivalente

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You fit in my chest Like a nest in a branch Fill me with life and joy Give my emptiness meaning

You know my every curve As a deer follows a path You trace my outline Graceful as the wind

---For Lexi

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Call

Poetry The silent scream Words on paper Calling for help To deaf ears Who know not The pain

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Me

Rosemary Flower colors Warm sweaters Jasmine tea Snuggling close ar twilight Sharing news over coffee and toast The sound of the wind on windows Vanilla soy latte with cinnamon Warm hugs Jar of kombucha Fresh baked bread

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Phoenix

This life I live Isn't what I wanted Isn't what I planned Isn't how it was supposed to be I wanted to be happy Or be dead But now I am neither If it weren't for the rain From my tears and The world around me I'd set it all on fire And rise again from the ashes

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Hope, Home, and Butterflies

Writhing in the pain of this reality Then you said "butterflies" You administered Novocaine to my soul

Fretting over material goods What do they matter when There are so many sunrises, Flowers, concerts, and butterflies.

The size of a home and Furnishings in it Don't matter if You're never there

Is this hope? Is this happiness? Getting used to pain and despair Hope seems a mirage, A drunken stupor

Am I supposed to be hopeful? Seeing a bright future Not a dull cage I'd forgotten what it was like to hope.

So let's see butterflies and The Grand Canyon Eat delicious food and Listen to live music

Let's hope again together

A poem inspired by a text conversation between Lexi and I.

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Together

Is it so bad that I just want to live? I want a world where people Can exist without fear Where they can eat They can be healed Where they can raise children Without the fear of Breaking the bank, Or having everything taken from them. I want a world where People can be Just be No obligation to do anything else To have an imagination that Goes untaxted, To walk without fear of violence, To look to the stars and Think of tomorrow All I want is freedom To be, to love, to live To grow old and die happy To have dignity all my days And be treated with respect; Not as an authority, But as a person. All I want is peace, and love, and light To create a heaven on earth, Because what if the Christ Doesn't come back Not with the rising sun, With a trumpet blast and a loud voice, But what if he is already here Within us, Shining love through our deeds, Desperately pulling us toward salvation. What if we are Christ The people of the world, No matter race, creed, gender, or wealth, All together living, breathing The breath of life, feeling our hearts Beat against our ribs, The same desires for peace And good will among men We all want the same thing We all want to live and be free To care and be cared for, To feed and be fed, To love and be loved. If Christ is within us, he is already here. The second coming is every child's birth. The new heaven is under our finger tips, We just have to build it. Together.

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Tenderness

A hand on my arm Soft words spoken honestly In dim light and peace

To spend time alone In my mind or in nature So my soul can speak

My touch soft and kind My words slow, with truth and thought I show love in deed

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im feeling it tonight

everything rushing in

anxiety taking a hold of me

chest caves in

sunday

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Sealed In

I don't want to write Poetry today I want to talk with Someone, anyone My mind stirs with thoughts Of death and sorrow Surrounded by lights, Cookies, and bells But I don't want to busy Anyone's holiday mind With my frets, They have theirs too So here I am Writing on this page Hurting the fewest people Because my mouth Is sealed

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Even if I loved violently, When the dust settles, Still there would you be.

And if I loved lightly as a cloud, When I looked down, Still you would reach for me.

---For Lexi

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