thoughts as the shadows grow long
My experimentation with non-traditional formatting and jazz, the majority written in the evening/night, or in the evening/night of my mind...
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an ode to the rebel of ages past and future
Written about a girl I met at the place I volunteer, which she will never see because she actually annoys and terrifies me.
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why do i even need to title this when no one will hear my message
Written late at night when I was not in the best mood. Originally had a different title but, it wasn't YWS appropriate
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heaven-sent vines
Don't review my personal life, just tell me if this poem sucks. A ditty about low self-esteem
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here is where i leave behind hope
Another bit about low self-esteem
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evidently i am a questionable spectacle
My feelings about the way some people feel a strong need to loudly question my sexuality
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love is wrapped around death's finger
i hate this poem