RE-her

She left on a rainy day as they always do
Feeling sad feeling blue heading for the wind
Blown here on a wild whisper, now she’s broken
Don’t forget when you look out at this world
That it is a world she once was in

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Phat-Bride

let’s rephrase it and give it new meaning
they call it fat – I call it feeding
you say yellow – I say banana
don’t try to trick me
I’m not your purple panda

and he told me that i’m crazy
and he put me on the drugs
and i flushed them down the trash
and smashed his face along too
i don’t want to think like you
sorry you don’t like my mind
but this little mind of mine
i’m going to let it shine

they lock you up if you’re skinny
they laugh you out if you’re not
there’s no winning in this world
but at least don’t let them take your thoughts

so I flushed them down the trash
i don’t want them to control it
going to lie in bed and thrash
going to think these thoughts and know
this little mind of mine of mine
gonna let it shine shine shine

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Phat-Kanga

Her name is Kanga and she’s a Kangaroo. Her friends make fun of her because she’s ‘fat’ but she’s really good at what she does which is hopping of course. She wears a pouch over her pouch with a little flower pin on it. She’s shy about her stomach, but she’s mastered the triple-threat-jump-twirl which allows her to sour over the heads of her enemies’ and conquer the space between.
Her best friend is Lilly, she’s cute and has purple pigtails. Everyone loves her and Kanga loves her too, but Lily is dating frogger. They’re very serious, they even have a kid together from high-school. Sometimes Kanga worries, or rather she worries all the time, but sometimes she worries about Lily ending up like Jerry and Roger. Together for a baby, but unhappy to their core. Lily is even better at hopping then Kanga is, however she hasn’t mastered the heights of the triple-threat-jump-twirl like Kanga has.

This was written for three years olds.

Her name is Kanga. She’s a Kangaroo. Don’t do drugs.

Negative-Castle

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There’s a castle out there/ somewhere/ where I met my dreams/ the floors are floating/ never the same/ and the people maligning/ but beautiful/ with smiles that lead on/ and words that make mistakes/ people from my past/ people I’m yet to see/ all floating there together/ in different spaces/ all in one/ castle/ where I meet my dreams

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Life is hard and I feel like quitting most of the time. If adulting was hard before it’s impossible now. Descending into the madness of my mind. Of not being in my body. But existing in it somehow still.

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I’ve turned negative/ something inside me has gone cold/ I’m being broken/ slow, slow fast/ a crushing that makes me lie down and cry/ rest the laurels I thought I had/ on a mat of stone/

 

Toby.

Last night I saw you in my dreams a boy from yesterday now with me. I didn’t see your face at first just your golden skin and your hands your hands ready to make love make me sing set me on fire and accept my fire my passion my bawling tears from you that come when I come when I come when you ask me too when you push me and pull and tickle until it comes it all comes out those tears – that’s what your hands spoke of your skin your skin shinning from an inner sun radiating outward in the night of the moon sun reflection reflecting on thought you were gone for good that there was no one left thought I would never see you again and I’m crying and your telling me to stop but not in the stop stop kind of way but in the comforting holding kind of way the so close can’t see your face kind of way right away and then your just there and I know I will be and we will be forever for the rest of the time we have in the short time I won’t have to say goodbye again that we’ll go together and I don’t ever want you to go away again not for anything and I won’t ever go I won’t ever be alone and kicking myself and wondering why why it went went away the road calling my name a sin a curse the road not now not again it doesn’t matter shh shh shh it’s over but it’s not but the not being not being in your arms is over awaken in the night dry salt water and eyes that sting. Last night, I saw you in a dream.

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Men-Funny-Creatures

Men are such funny creatures and no I don’t mean men like mankind… I mean men like men like the being of Mankind specifically designated by the protrusion of their reproductive organs that include a little sack of skin that houses their supply of genetic send offs which the said sack is protruding from the body in order to keep it from over heating in the way that banana’s are left out of the refrigerator in order to keep them from turning brown but the opposite in terms of temperature, nevertheless it is not this fact about men that makes them funny creatures, however it cannot be said to not, not make them funny creatures and does in its own right add to their funniness.

It’s not possible, you’re the only one seeing it, that’s how it’s real to you because it’s not possible.

Amanda was, or is rather, a real Asexual. She gets it. The funniness and oddity that is Man. When the teacher read to us “The Phantom Tollbooth” with the kid who is only half a kid character, well at the end of the book when the teacher, Mrs. Randal, asked us to draw our favorite Character Amanda drew the half-kid and drew him as a half kid missing his legs, not the half down the middle like the kid in the book – Mrs. Randal’s hadn’t been showing us the pictures so that we were forced to imagine the characters on our own, so at the end of the book when she asked us to draw our favorite character – as we imagined them, Amanda decided to draw and thus produce the image of a boy missing his legs and mystically floating about, in the missing of his legs he was also naturally missing in other things – that of his reproductive organs; this was – is ­- an early sign of something Amanda was born into – the asexuality showing her colors. Amanda didn’t think the kid was funny; in fact to this day she’ll vouch that her drawing is a more accurate representation of the half kid from the book.

she’s wild honey

i miss you and i want you as i’m lying here longing for you/ she didn’t inspire this in me/ he didn’t leave a trace to remember/ there are ones who came before and you will come after / but come for me now/ i miss you and i want you/ and it’s burning me bad/ don’t leave me here waiting/ wondering where you are/ i don’t care i don’t care/ just as long as you let me/ come to you because you want me to/ i miss you and i want you/ and if you don’t say so now/ because the thoughts won’t stop/ and your lips are on mine

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her’s her’s her’s/the voice screams/not yours not yours not yours/so give it away/give it away/that’s not the stuff/that belongs to you today/give it take the rest/chuck it in the air/burn external the fire of your ashifying heart

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This One’s Broken

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