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One of my own songs currently. One I wrote about my sister.

(Verse 1)

We both started life off I-35. She popped out fine and I barely survived. I guess the difference in learning how to be alive is why we don’t get along….

(Chorus)

Gem and I, we never saw eye to eye, despite everybody saying, “You’re two peas in a pod,”

But peas are seeds; they can grow very differently even though they’re raised together.

(Verse 2)

She was good at making friends and I was good at keeping them. If we had ever worked together we could have had it all. But we were vines climbing walls thinking we were growing tall and we climbed so high that we pulled each other down.

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)

I grew up to take after my mother. She took off one summer. It’s been many years but I haven’t seen her since. People ask if she is doing well. She is in the lies I tell. It’s the strangest thing having a stranger for kin.

(Chorus x 2)

ATTENTION

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#is it shameless to plug my own stuff? #maybe #doing it anyway #song lyrics #original song

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Someone said the devil fell from heaven and landed in hell. Well he actually landed in Texas but it was just as well. People here know how to create suffering like it’s breathing in air. The land is wrapped in a border made of agony and nobody cares.

Welcome home Satan you’ll fit right in. There’s a senate and a house of people claiming you’re kin. Who needs seven circles when we’ve got I-35? And it doesn’t beat a record when it’s 105?

The motto being friendship is the icing on the cake. Said straight because we’re hypocrites and everything is fake. The red birds that flock here from elsewhere will learn. It doesn’t matter who you are or believe in because it’s all the same burn.

#texas #short poem #poem #poetry #venting because I’m tired

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I feel like what’s wrong is the outside. My outside is a mirage. People see my outside and they want it so bad that they imagine what I’m like inside so vividly that they fall in love with it…but that person doesn’t exist and I can never be that person because I don’t know who that is. Sometimes I manage to stumble into being that person for awhile but the real me is always a few steps ahead and she erases the oasis of who they loved and we are left devastated by reality. It’s not that the real me is a bad person but she’s a disappointment after who I could be.

No one that I have ever loved has ever loved who I am and I grieve for her. How lonely it is to shimmer on the horizon.

you ever feel like you were born with something rotten inside you and if people get close enough they’re gonna find out

#writing #I get really sad about this #my top score is 10 years

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For my whole life, the entire time

I have never been someone’s Valentine.

Even in the seasons when I dated it was always with the boys who hated

buying flowers or giving cards

Who said that kind of love was just too hard.

I never got mad. I never was seething but I could never understand the hate for gifts when for me to give was just like breathing.

A cheerful happy scrap of note. A token upon which your love is wrote. A simple joy to keep and touch. How could you think that is too much?

A bite of sweet, a place to meet where memories are made. Of course you’d want a souvenir to keep them fresh from fade.

My whole life the entire time, I have never been someone’s Valentine. But that’s okay I’m happy to say that they were always mine.

#poem #poetry #unfinished song lyrics #my writing #writing poems #original writing #valentines day #happy valentines #dating

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I will use whatever

Makes me feel better

Whether or not it appeals (pun intended)

If I want to eat my own heart like a dog licks it’s ass I’ll be crass and do that. Self indulgence is without reversal—universal.

Even good dogs dig through the trash.

i hatee this hyperspecific genre of modern poetry that seems endemic to tumblr. have you tried being sincere and looking inward? you can't ALL relate to dogs, cannibalism and tangerines.

#you can take my metaphors from my cold dead edible hands #poems #petty poem

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I am a sweater. I took hundreds of hours to make. I am intricate knots, instructions carefully peered at with good intentions. Highly recommended. Largely unwanted.

People receive me with feigned smiles and pursed lips. Small twitches of the face behind false adulations that say I am outdated and frumpy. Sweet in sentiment perhaps but not cherished. Never desired.

I am attempted. Too hot, not warm enough. Sleeves too tight and baggy in the middle. The minute I itch they claw at me desperate to rip me from their skin. I am donated, neglected in bins, crumpled in dark places like closets.

What I would give to be worn. To be someone’s favorite. To accentuate who they are in all the best ways and shine as something truly unique, made with adoration. To twirl in front of the mirror together as one as their face says silently “At last!” To be taken to their favorite places. To be sought for as comfort. Hugged. Loved. Worn and mended. Lamented and grieved when my yarn fails and I unravel.

I am a sweater. I exist and have purpose but I am powerless to fulfill it on my own. I have no way to wear myself.

#poem #poetry #my writing #writing poems #original writing #poems #sweaters #prose poetry

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#poetry

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You can be anything isn’t necessarily a lie. There’s just an asterisk there.

*some terms and conditions do apply.

If you want me to touch the sky I can go ahead and try but not all who take off soar. Not all birds were made to fly.

I need some help to do the things you take for granted. I didn’t thrive where I was planted

so pick me up and put me down

in a place with solid grown where I know I can stay alive. I may not be true to seed but I can still be fruitful if you give me what I need.

#poem #poetry #unfinished song lyrics #my writing #writing poems

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People want. Learn that quickly.

People want so much and give so little. They are an ocean of taking that you can slip under and tread water in for hours. Learn to swim to the side before you drown.

Do you know what suffocating feels like? I do. I feel it in my throat every time I breathe. The weight of the things I hold back crushing me. Pinning me down.

I want things to be different. I want air for you and sunlight. I want a place where you feel heard baby bird. Look at me and see who I am so you can go higher.

And stay away from the ocean.

#poem #poetry #unfinished song lyrics #my writing #writing poems

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I am a hedgehog

Sharp ball with a weak stomach

Head stuck in a tube…

#haiku poetry #venting #my stomach is killing me #I just want to curl up in a ball and stab someone

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Strand by thread you have pulled from my head all of my respect and admiration. You have woven me through into someone new. A person who was made to love you.

#poem #poetry #unfinished song lyrics #my writing #writing poems #original writing #love poem

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I step back and twenty minutes of the day are gone. Where did they go? I don’t know but I guess it’s magic. I blink hard. Trying harder not to stare into space. My life is a race not to become tragic.

I wish that I could stop and just once be on top of my game. I haven’t been the same since the day you decided it was over. I catch myself scanning the grass looking for a four leaf clover. But I never find one because you’re not there. And why is that? Because life is not fair.

#poem #poetry #unfinished song lyrics #my writing #writing poems #original writing #poems

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Mother, tell me…

How am I supposed to let it go when I’ve felt the chill of fear? When the one who makes my blood run ice is living with you right here?

I’ve tried to forgive for seven years but I’m afraid I cannot forget—the taste of death, that came so close, that has not left my body yet.

Sent vulnerable to a far off land, I was hurt for a second time. Just like the first I said “this happened here to me” but my words were still denied. I learned the bitter truth not once but twice. Injustice is not a crime.

Since then, I’ve been left in a dark dry place and cut off from everything I’ve known. For seven years I’ve wilted and now you say you’re surprised I haven’t grown?

#poem #poetry #unfinished song lyrics #my writing #writing poems #original writing #mental health #poems

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I’m tired of you Giving Tree boy. Tired of boys like you who never really grow up. Who confuse want and own with love. Who expect trees to always yield to their wishes to the point where they’re reduced to stumps and who see a tree’s weariness and sadness through the lens of entitlement. Oh it doesn’t matter that you can’t grow apples or branches or a nice trunk, I don’t need those anymore anyway.

Yeah but maybe I do boy. Maybe I miss my apples and branches. Maybe I miss growing and feeling the wind in my leaves. Maybe I miss feeling alive after you leave. Maybe I miss being a tree. Maybe I miss being me.

But you never think of that do you? You want me when you remember me and you think that’s all that matters. As if I only exist in those moments with you. You only seem to notice when trees are giving. Just once I wish you could appreciate the trees that are living.

#giving tree #prose poetry

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I’m unraveling and I’m not okay

I wish that my grandma had taught me to crochet

Everybody else seems to have their shit together. Yet I can’t help but lie when my mom asks “are you doing better?”

I’m not. I thought something would fix itself if I didn’t stay the same. Now I don’t know who I am and I don’t know who to blame.

Unraveling I’m rolling on the floor. I’m all tangled up inside. Who am I anymore?

Pick me up, and knit me into something new. I don’t think I can hold it together without you.

#poem #poetry #unfinished song lyrics #my writing #original writing #mental health

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You only love the unborn because you’d rather have a man than the woman you forced to carry him who you refuse to understand.

Women are too complicated aren’t they? They’re too spirited and queer. They can be too loud, when they say the kinds of things that you don’t want to hear.

They demand things like autonomy, respect and equal pay. They call you out when you do less than the bare minimum and they claim it’s not okay.

You miss when things were easier. Back when they were objects with a face. Pretty things you could collect and pick up and put back in their place.

You say that it’s not true and that I’ll never understand. But I do. I’ve always known. You make it obvious that you’d rather have a man.

I heard it in the excuses you made for him that you said to me.

When I told you that he hurt me and you didn’t take it seriously.

I saw it on your face and I heard it in your laugh. When you joked to the other men at my expense about the aftermath.

I’m not asking for your acceptance. I just want you to let me be. But how can you claim to protect the right to life when your hate is killing me?

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Once upon a time I was totally shitty. I lived by myself in an overgrown city.

And despite the crowds I was always alone,

Because I didn’t know how to be myself so far from home,

And it’s hard to make friends when you’re falling apart. Nobody wants to pick up the pieces when you trip and break their heart…

…So I crumpled in a ball like a cellophane wrapper and hated everyone who looked a bit happier.

The days were too long and the nights were too tight. Nothing in my life ever seemed to fit quite right.

And I wish I could say that that changed when I met you but it didn’t. I’m afraid the sky and I were still blue.

The leaves still fell and I could still tell I was sad. Don’t get me wrong I was—am glad that you were there. But it wouldn’t be fair to the care that you gave me there to pretend that it was easy.

Twice upon a time you helped me get my shit together. I was heavy but you lied that I was light as a feather. You are the stamp that sticks to my every letter. Thanks for being my ride on the road to getting better.

#poem #poetry #unfinished song lyrics #my writing #writing poems #song lyrics #original writing