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My Poems Dont Rhyme

My poems don’t really ever rhyme
I’m never good with words

I’ve never studied poetry 
or lessons to be learned

But that can’t stop my needing
My desire to be heard

To scream and shout into the void 
When my heart feels burned

So instead of rhyming like I am
I only write free verse

And usually my final draft
Is really just my first

I say what comes into my mind
Launch it free like a bird

And pray the words that I set free
Will show me to the world

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Media Mania

Media mania floods our screens with state certified hysteria.
Pushing panic to the top so it can reach the most vulnerable area
Every day I open my phone I’m faced with something scarier 
They’re raising me for slaughter, grown to pick, agraria.

This burial of free thought is scarier than we thought
Cause they’re teaching us to think not, trying to make us all hot
Under the collar and my mom says
It’s just making my brain rot
And she might be right, I get caught
Up in this tangled knotted

around all my problems
I can’t see past my damned phone screen.
Every day it’s harder to reach the people around me
I thought it was supposed to be 
easier with all of this 
social technology, but all these fears and problems just keep piling up on me.

Trying to keep us hooked,
Taking advantage of our fears
Maybe I need to take some time to myself?
Read a book, close my ears

DON’T STOP, the algorithm says listen! Cause this “alpha male” says women belong kitchen 
And this famous artists ex boyfriend is dissin
And every word I say gives them more ammunition

Look I don’t care!

I just wanna let the world keep spinning!
Spinning? Our world is frying and people are crying, and animals and dying even ones we don’t reap but WAIT!
Don’t go to sleep, I know you want to just keep sinking deep

Down further in the rabbit hole, no escape in sight, protesters and rallies and least someone’s trying to fight but even though they’re trying to shed a light, instead it’s making guilt that’s eating me alive

GOOD! That guilt will keep you here, don’t go outside, 
here’s another thing to fear.
We’ll keep you locked up, your own mind is a jail
If they keep us all separated
Of course we’re going to fail

They wriggle inside our minds,
Feast on our insides like Taenia.
But I’m so tired, it’s so easy to sink
Down into this media mania.

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I want my best friend

I want his warmth and broad shoulders, 
I’ve cried on them so many times
but tonight I don’t reach out to him
asking to dry my eyes.

I want his bellied laugh,
and the gentle way he breathes
I want his arms around me
as he helps me drift to sleep

I want his playful comments, 
cause they’re funny and they’re kind
I want to hear him talk for hours,
to help relax my mind.

I want to eat too many cookies
have some hot chocolate or some tea
I want to build a pillow fort 
and watch some dumb movie

I’m not looking for romance, 
I don’t want kisses just to spend
a tired night of cuddles
with my closest, dearest friend

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Today At Lunch

I came to see you today at lunch, sure it was for all my old friends but especially for you
It doesn’t happen often, I live an hour away from the school I would’ve gone to
And although I felt so connected to the knots re-tied from ropes I’d cut
Your looks, your touch, gave me this sinking feeling in my gut

When we text and message your words seem to flow so much more free
You tell me just how desperately you want to be face to face with me
I didn’t expect a grand parade, just about an hour to spend
With you, and those who I miss and all those who I call my friends

But when I arrived our hugs were short and sparse
Your empty gaze it couldn’t fill my heart
But lack of looks, words and touches weren’t the worst yet
What’s even worse was that you left

Off to the sports field you left to play
With people you see every day
I know it was a lot, but I still thought you’d still stay 
I thought I was more important than some frisbee game

You pushed me from your arms what seemed without care
Called your girl to chat when I was right there
Apologized the whole damn while
Asked “what’s wrong” with a gentle smile

You asked “what’s wrong” but I think it’s a little obvious 
That you just walked off when I travelled an hour to make time for us
So to answer what you asked, why I feel so blue
Is because today I felt so lonely when I sat beside you

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I want to be me

I want to be hot
I want to smell sweat and cheep vodka 
Cigarettes and Victoria secret perfume 
Cheeks burning red 

I want to be known
Sit with a stranger on the roof 
Talk for hours, fall in love 
I’ll never see her again

I want to be reckless
Lose my favourite lipstick
Scream too loud and not regret it
Not care about tomorrow 

Hot, fiery, heard
Free, loud, crazy
Loved, raw, true
I want to be young

I want to be me

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I Hate Writing Poems About You

I think I hate writing poems about you
They stack up so fast, 1,2,3 this is 4 now
And they used to be a blast, I couldn’t wait to write you more. Now,
The warm, strong arms around me have been replaced with warm, wet tears

And God no I could never hate you
But I used to think I could see you at any hour, any time
Now to see you it’s like I have to scour for any dime 
The comfort that I used to know has been replaced with only fears 

I feel like I’ve been betrayed by you
That one night when I needed you the most I was alone
I ended up in the hospital and you say you’re trying to atone
We used to talk for hours, I’ve watched as your longing slowly disappears

At the end of the day, I love you
But my love feels so pathetic and one sided
My poems feel so sloppy and misguided
I used to cherish writing out our love for just our ears

Now I don’t know if any of it is true
And that’s why I hate writing poems about you.

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Satisfying

It’s satisfying 
Red drops spilling onto white tile
Ruining the beautiful innocence of happiness I once had, 
stains on the pristine floor of an expensive bathroom in an expensive house

It’s satisfying because it’s damage I did to myself
Because I’m supposed to be expensive too, 
perfect, crystal clean white
But this time the red isn’t from ink marking an A+

It’s satisfying because the red on the floor I can clean
I mop it up with toilet paper, press a button and it’s gone down the drain
If no one ever sees, then was it even there at all?

 It’s satisfying because it never leaves
Even if I mopped it all up, my skin will never be the same
The lines and marks and imperfections, I’m damaged now
Who wants damaged goods?
It’s no fun to thrift for a new child

It’s satisfying because it leaves me full
Full of shattered glass carving through my lungs
Because I can hear my heartbeat in the burning space the knife ran hours after I folded it closed

It’s satisfying because it leaves me empty
Like I’m caving into my chest cavity
Cold and dark and alone, no matter how hot and full the room

Most of all it’s satisfying because I can’t stop
Because after 8 months
8 months of yoga in the morning
8 months of tea and reading at night
8 months without touching a blade to my skin

I’m right back where I started.

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Winter's Care

Cracked lips and dry skin
Why does the winter treat me,
Like a corpse long dead on ice?

Perhaps not for hate
But trying to save my life
Seeing me through until spring

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Little Corners of Life

Hot water feels like heaven rolling down my back
And even in the dead of winter sweet citrus reminds me of the sun 
Sweeter still my mama presents me with my favourite snack

My best friend’s phone is always on for me
I know that he always has my back
My icy breaths give thanks to every growing tree

My grandfather’s piano rings with charming sound
Although the nights are long, dark and black
I will always be grateful for these little corners of life that I’ve found

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My Body Is Too Big

My body is too big
My bones loom over me
and my flesh wraps around them
Heavy like the bricks of a lighthouse tower 

The waterfall of my tears posted proudly on a magazine cover
Eighth wonder of the natural world
A thousand miles before it reaches the pillowy ground

My skin stretches over my frame like a canvas
painted with freckles and scars
Enough paint to cover the world twice over is needed to cover it’s expanse 

My body lumbers around like I giant when I move
Collapsing in on itself under it’s own weight when I stumble

My souls feels like an ant trapped in the body of a lion
The pins that hold me together are silk needles trying to hold wool
I am a pebble in the body of a mountain, unsure if the wind will whisk me away or if I was ever supposed to move in the first place 

I feel bulky and gangly 
Shaky and frozen
Filling a room like water fills a cup, cold and loud when all i want is to disappear quietly 

Because I feel like my soul could walk through the eye of a sewing needle like a grand palace gate
And whenever my soul feels small
My body is too big