"FACING THE HORRORS"
✮ 17, he/she, mostly unlabeled genderqueer, call me ray or leon✮
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Category: Writing and Poetry
genuine article, rosarían arsenal. malignant magnificence in the shape of a boy with no heart, give me a weekend and i’ll make it count. worship through glances stolen across the table, looking away before our eyes meet— a damnable offense, careful now. weeks of silence on the lows and a sev » Continue Reading
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every time i close my eyes i hope i see you there. among the terror and the tragedy of my dreams i pray to the god neither of us believe in that you might be there, that i might see your face. » Continue Reading
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i am haunted by what i cannot remember. but without this wondering- the frantic scrambling of my mind which tries to puzzle out what you used to be- what would be left? i think, in the absence of my desperation to remember, it would be quite the lonely remembrance. » Continue Reading
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the precipitance of loss/the precipice of love. we meet/we love/we lose. we haven’t talked in six months but your birthday was yesterday and i almost sent a message, almost. i think of you when i see frogs and mushrooms and that shade of green your favorite sweater was. i wish i knew how you » Continue Reading
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did isaac forgive his father? could he? what could be said in the face of something like that— such an almost-tragedy, yet halted. » Continue Reading
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drown in oceans of pride, baby boy, but make sure to hold your head above the water. break your spirit for the roar of people saying your name, put down who you were like a beaten dog. hold the corpse of the you who revered my name like an offering to an absent god, bury it under six feet of » Continue Reading
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can’t stop thinking about the transitory periods in life. winter turns to spring, not warm to not cold and back again at the flip of a coin. it’s like the world can’t make up its mind. newly 17, first day of spring, rebirth and death and highs so high you can’t see the ground and lows so dee » Continue Reading
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you live for pain, you always have it keeps you safe it lets you know you never are busted lip, bruised rib you want to die proud, fast to know the world was not meant for you to make them all see what they did you want them to hurt like you do, like they made you you want to give back what you got, every ache and pain every screamed name and dredge of fear for existing where they did not want yo » Continue Reading
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