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As he steps into the crowd,
He sees them all.
Too much.
Too fast.

He covers his ears.
And he hears them all.
Too much.
Too fast.

His hands reach out,
He senses them all.
Too much.
Too fast.

He closes his eyes,
But knows they're there.
Too much.
Too fast.

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She walks about the plain,
Crumpled bodies in her wake.
They were in her way,
So she tossed them away,
All about the plain.

She looks about the plain,
Seeing everything she's done.
The blood on the ground,
As she looks around,
There was something about that plain.

She's all about the plain,
She's there every waking moment.
Crown in her hand,
They didn't understand,
They'd never liked her plain.

She treads about the plain,
Her gun familiar to her hand.
Her grip was so right,
It wasn't loose nor tight,
She was alone in her plain.

She dreams about her plain,
Bringing memories along with it.
Her first shot fired.
How she'd gotten so tired.
She'd always loved her plain.

They'll take her from her plain,
One day, they'll come to find her.
The sirens will blare,
She's all too aware,
She made the most of her plain.

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My eyes cast downward as I tread about.
The teacher then approaches me.
"Are you okay?" She practically pleads.
"I'm fine!"

I sit alone, feeling so empty.
A single tear trickles down my face.
"Are you okay?" My mother croons.
"I'm fine!"

My knees are pulled to my chest,
My two fingers and thumb at my head.
'Are you okay?" A friend comforts.
"I'm fine!"

I lay down on my bed.
A few sniffles betray me.
"Are you okay?" My sister judges.
"I'm fine!"

It always seems to be,
When I'm at my weakest,
"Are you okay?" The people ask.
"I'm fine!"

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They step around,
That blood-filled room.
The same room.
What a tragedy?!

There's a body.
A broken body.
There's more of them.
What a tragedy?!

The serenity gone,
A savage comes.
Which means I come.
What a tragedy?!

We're all too aware.
Aware of the damage.
Aware of the cops.
What a tragedy?!

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As I open my eyes,
What do I see?
Not a thing.
Not a sound,
There's nothing.

I reach my hand out.
What do I feel?
Not a thing.
Not a sound,
There's nothing.

My back finds the wall.
What do I do?
Not a thing.
Not a sound,
There's nothing.

I lean my head forward.
What do I hear?
Not a thing.
Not a sound,
There's nothing.

My knees hit the ground.
What do I feel?
Not a thing.
Not a sound,
There's nothing.

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As he walks to school,
He puts up his mask.
The sarcastic one.
The arrogant one.
The one that looks happy.

He walks home from school.
and puts up a new mask.
The wholesome one.
The slightly-tired one.
The one that looks helpful.

He goes to a "friend's" house.
He puts up a mask.
The unattached one.
The distant one.
The one that looks neutral.

He goes to his boyfriend's house.
He takes down his mask.
The raw one.
The real one.
The one that's his.

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She wakes up in the morning.
She takes a look around.
Her blond wig sits idly by.
The check from last night does, too.
How artificial of her.

She dresses in her finest,
that she'd never really liked.
She picks out some "perfect" shoes,
that her mother got her yesterday.
How artificial of her.

She tugs on the new backpack.
The one that sparkles and shines.
The one her mother thinks,
is absolutely divine.
How artificial of her.

She treads into her car.
The one from her "sweet" 16.
The one with tinted windows,
and a brand new license plate.
How artificial of her.

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The "girl" looks in the mirror.
"Her" eyes dart to the scissors.
It's time.
The scissors snip off the long hair.
"She" smiles.

"She" shows "her" father.
"I'm transgender," He mumbles.
His father stares in shock.
His mug slips from his hands.
"No! You're not!"

He heads to school the next day.
He treads to the teacher.
"How can I help you?"
"I'm transgender."
"No! You're not!"

He seeks out his friends.
He finds them soon enough.
"What happened to your hair?"
"I'm transgender."
"No! You're not!"

Why?

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The Evil is there,
And it shall stay.
Not that there's,
A choice, anyway.

The Evil is lurking.
It always does.
No point in making,
Any fuss.

The Evil is life.
We live by it.
It consumes us all.
Bit by bit.

The Evil is forever.
It's always the head.
If we changed it, we'd,
Find ourselves dead.

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The Willow stood there,
In all of its glory.
Simple as that,
Although it was mourning.

Its limbs were falling,
But it knew that they would.
The woodsmen had come,
And chopped what they could.

But no hate was there,
For all the woodsmen.
They were doing their job.
They still were good men.

The seasons were changing,
But that was okay.
The woods were still there,
At the end of the day.

Nothing had been done,
To save the old tree.
But soon, the Willow,
Could finally be free.

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To manipulate,
Is to lie to.
It means harm,
To all of you.

To manipulate,
Is to break trust.
But go ahead,
If you really must.

To manipulate,
Is to control,
to not set free.
It creates a hole.

To manipulate,
is to destroy,
is to treat someone,
Just like a toy.

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Sometimes, I'm upset,
About how life could be.
But then I remember,
That this is still me.

People can laugh,
They can gawk and stare.
About how my clothes are,
Or the way I did my hair.

All they want from me,
Is some satisfaction.
But what they don't know is,
It's not going to happen.

They can't get to me,
Not if they really tried.
All they're trying to do,
Is make me cry.

I still have my friends,
And all my family.
I still have my happiness.
Yes, this is me.

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I stay in my cave,
That's not a cave.
I stay in my home,
That's not a home.

I drag myself about,
People stopping to stare.
My friend approaches.
"You need to wake up."

I head to the school.
I fall into the desk.
The teacher passes by.
"You need to wake up."

I trudge through the door.
I plop onto my couch.
My mom sits nearby.
"You need to wake up."

I sit on my own.
My mind runs wild.
The voice then says,
"You need to wake up."

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As seen by the stars,
we're nothing.
So miniscule,
hardly existing.

As seen by the stars,
we don't matter.
They don't care,
when we're sadder.

As seen by the stars,
we're no threat.
Just because,
we forget.

As seen by the stars,
We aren't that great,
For the reason that,
they know our fate.

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Green,
and blue.
Dying,
and polluted.
Smog,
and fossil fuels.
Fiery,
and flooding.
War,
and peace.
Love,
and death.
Bittered,
and hopeful.

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Once in a while,
I stop.
I think.
I observe.
The world is
beautiful.
It's dying,
but it's
beautiful.
If it didn't
die,
it could always be
beautiful.

Once in a while,
I feel.
I smell.
I accept.
I can't stop
pollution.
People will never
accept
that the world is
dying.
But it is.

Once in a while,
I smile.
I touch.
I love.
When I touch
the Earth,
I know.
The world will
come to an end
someday.
But not today.

Once in a while,
I hate.
I grimace.
I feel anger.
People don't
care.
They're narcissistic.
They stomp on
everyone,
and everything.
That's not okay.

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Where were you,
when day turned night?
You weren't there.
No, not quite.

Where were you,
when night turned day?
You weren't there.
You'd gone away.

Where were you,
while I had aged?
You weren't there,
I was enraged.

Where were you,
when I had died?
You weren't there.
You had lied.

Where were you,
for a funeral?
You weren't there,
for a burial.

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I wasn't the kind of person,
to think of reality.
I didn't think of much;
I was lost in fantasy.

But by then, life had hit me.
I was conscious of the world.
I heard of deforestation,
And how the wind whirled.

I know that animals suffer,
when they didn't deserve it.
All I can do for the world,
is try to preserve it.

We humans don't seem to care,
about anything around us.
All we seem to care about,
is the phone in front of us.

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Mx. Wanna Die (Inspired by Miss Wanna Die) (5/26/2021)

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Mx. Wanna Die (Inspired by Miss Wanna Die) (5/26/2021)

# data[].attributes.body
I wanna die,
want to die,
I really wish
I could die.

If I die,
you won’t cry,
so I see no
reason why
I should stay,
so I’ll die.

Don’t know
why I even try.
“Not enough.”
“Not enough.”

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If you saw inside my mind,
you wouldn't wear a grin.
Though, there's an issue, you see,
I could never let you in.

If you truly knew me,
you'd think of me different.
You'd know why I borrow clothes,
and ask for help with rent.

If you really listened to me,
you'd know I'm not okay.
You'd declare that I was crazy,
then get me sent away.

If you managed to get me,
to tell you anything,
you'd leave me all alone,
and forget about everything.

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I trace the blade across my arm,
I'm just waiting for that blood.
I always know that, down, it'll drip.
It'll happen, just as it should.

People say that I'm sick,
and I'm starting to believe it.
Who else knows that they're trash,
and they deserve to be hit?

My friends have all left me,
though I would leave me, too.
These were the same friends that,
claimed our friendship was true.

They say that I was beautiful,
and that I used to shine.
But, then, I didn't care.
I forgot to try.

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"Oh, wow! You're so thin!
Do you even eat?"
Why do they feel the need,
to chat about my non-existent meat?

"Oh, my gosh! You're so pale.
Why don't you tan your skin?"
What difference does it make,
when all my beauty is within?

"Oh, my god! What's that style?
Why don't you get new clothes?"
Why does it matter, when you always
tell me, "get a pair of those?"

"Oh, no! What is that?
Why'd you get a tattoo?"
Why do you control my life,
and think I should listen to you?

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Have you a secret?
Could you tell it?
I swear I won't tell,
I only mean well.

Have you a secret?
Could you tell it?
No one else has to know.
Do you still say no?

Have you a secret?
Could you tell it?
I can tell you
don't think I'm true.

Have you a secret?
Could you tell it?
Please tell what you know.
Then, you, I'll owe.

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All around me,
I get asked one question,
“Have you met a man?”
What about women?

How do I say it?
I just can’t tell any,
that it’s just women.
So hard to say.

What do I do?
How do I find love?
If I tell, then they say
that I won’t go “above”

I get called a “homo.”
What’s so wrong with that?
I don’t say “hetero,”
nor call you fat.

This is so rough.
Why am I so weird?
Why do I like chest,
and why don’t I like beard?

# data[].attributes.body
these feelings
feelings of passion
of overwhelming heat
for her
how do i rid myself
how do i abstain
from this feeling
for her
so intense
so incredible
all of this amazing
for her

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what would you do
if i led you
by the hand
to a place
where we could be
alone?
what would you do
if i grasped your hand
and brought you in
and our lips,
they touched?
what would you do
if i let you
feel my every curve
and we loved?
what would you do
if i fell down
with you on top
and we made sweet love
until the sun rose?
what would you do
if i put my hand
through your locks
of luscious hair
and your hand in mine
and they stayed there
forever?
what would you do?