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what the fuck everything is a poem

I can’t stop seeing in poems

I cant stop speaking in poem voice

what else could I possibly say?

nostalgia is first on my brain-

because i’m dove in the ocean

discovering

what it means

to love my life

to Accept where I Is

I want to refuse it.

i’m feeling lack from my existence despite knowing the feeling of outer space

what does it mean to be productive?

I don’t care I don’t care for the world- out there – I think it’s convoluted – yet I want the support who supports its existence

in capitalism

the capital I want more of is a wish upon a star it’s so. far. away.

black heart

kk

i’ve said enough- so it’s my screen my container my dream that all I desire is to be seen from.

I have it all now.

except the support from the people

I call them weird I see you in the comments saying weird stuff to people

do I desire fame?

it’s my Name I crave to be spoken, about

my name my words my game

I want to play play play

sitting on the bench like who is my coach?? my brain. the Universe

I know I know I know

it isn’t

it isn’t a mistake

i’m doing well right now and you’d think that i’m dying

I care I crave – too hard too harsh

attraction is is I want you to stay

I want to send you individual invitations

welcome home welcome welcome

i’m happy to serve

like my raspberry childhood sherbet

softly….

I lie down as I write spill myself over on the page

doodle art words

magic whimsy

grave grave grave

grief

and a diagnosis

that’s the diet i’m on-.

concrete magnificent

I had to scar and permanent marker inked in my skin to never forget the moment.

I think I feel in an energy solution fast father up keeping

silver chains thick on my neck

locks locket locked on

to this feeling

of what? feeling? important.

I am worthy as a birthright.

i’m haunted

by past screams echoing back at me from people I care about people in my life they’re watching what I do now, closely

i’m fine.

I’m trying to get it OUT

understand?

this moment my catalyst yet I can’t find the black and blue

when i’m zipping !up! my jeans -are too tight on my thighs tonight