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Hyacinthus Orientalis Poem
I look into a mirror
and see that little boy in his warm clothes
He looks out at the road in front of him
A silence rings in his ear
Tears well in his eyes
His dad pulls over, empathy sparse in his heart
Fear pumps through the boy's veins
Cycling endlessly, he wishes for relief
Looks for mercy in his father's eyes
He does not dare speak
He refuses to voice his cries
His head stares down towards wet shadow
Through verbal beating, his head hangs low
I do not wish to dwell on the past
however, I am left with the pain
The shame
The pleasure distracts me, leaves me with gain
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Hyacinthus Orientalis Poem
It hurts, most days
to think myself
broken and weird
It hurt to be told I needed to be fixed
To be analyzed as a mouse in a science experiment
Something is wrong
With you
What a shame
Shame
Shame
Shame on you
Don't you feel any shame?
Call it nature, to be curious
The studied call it torture
Do you know what it feels like?
Before then, I felt really good most days
I never look in the mirror
It hurts too much
Stop.
It hurts.
Pathetic.
I wake
Pain.
Get ready
I look normal
I sound ok.
Thoughts
Think normal thoughts
Boots, boots, boots
tHerE is no discharge, waging a Losing battle uP,
down, again until ceasefire
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Hyacinthus Orientalis Poem
The void sings to me every night
It's lullabies promise peace, freedom from plight
I know it desperately, desperately tries
To make me listen to it's lies
I hear it sometimes, in the trees
It whispers softly, in the breeze
I see it sometimes, in my bedroom
It shows me visions of my tomb
It haunts my dreams in every nap
I hear it at my door, tap tap tap
It walks with me and me alone
I hear it call my phone
It's getting harder to resist
It's promises of endless bliss
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Hyacinthus Orientalis Poem
I stand on a precipice
Eternal midnight shines above
As reflected below
Eden, steps back
Close enough to see
I am Tantalus
Step back
“Backward
And going backwards”
A flash and thunder
I appear before me
“If one had a genie, would he wish to love himself as others?
I feel contempt from you, of course I do”
I know I would
Because I love people
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