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2014-10-28 01:52 am
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Young 2

Don't listen to that cruel voice
whispering about rotting
flesh and lamenting beauty
of youth lost.
It wants you to abandon your mortal pride
decries fate
but I believe in fate in a way
all that is
nothing more
nothing less
what will happen
will happen
bound by the moving forces of the world
like gravity
That foolish voice forgets
we are also
moving forces of the world.
Nothing is permanent
and that voice wants us to morn it
instead of loving it
while we have it.
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2014-10-18 09:03 pm
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I feel so young
like everyone is running
but I'm running slower
so mature
adulthood has already begun
not for me
rights of passage
pass me by
I never was obsessed with boys
or girls
I didn't feel
what they felt
I could tell
because they could tell
I was confused when they tried to share their experiences with me

puberty for me was quiet
I eased into it gently
like I do with a hot bath

in many ways
I see connections between things
so easily
I map the underlying structures
spot patterns
I'm confused when others can't do this
it wasn't something I learned how to do
I always saw the world this way
but so few people see what I can
at the same time
I know that others can see things that I can't see
they seem to know the rules to socializing so effortlessly
no one had to teach them
they just know
and they are confused when I can't do this
I learned this in grade school
I spotted the patterns
I was having difficulty interacting with them because i have different tools
interacting takes so much more work for me
but i didn't understand why they bullied me for it
why they hurt me
and others
completely mystified me
what was wrong with them?
did they come with the tools for interaction
but lacked the tools for compassion?

I gained friends
I was the quiet one
who read all the time
got good grades
in highschool they had figured out what I had long ago
I had different tools than they do
they became protective of me
because I was so helpless
I knew the patterns that made a funny sex joke
but didn't know why it was funny
they were creeped out when I imitated them
because I was the innocent one
the one who shouldn't be stained with dirty humor
"What will you do when we're not there? We're afraid you won't make it without us, You're so helpless on your own."
they told me this senior year

I had my first serious relationship then
before them
even though they were ready years before me
I didn't understand that
I got married before them too
to the only person I've ever had sex with
people keep putting it on a pedestal as though that's some precious achievement
it's not.
it's just how things worked out for me
I found someone who is quiet
like I am
we connected
and decided to stay that way

I loved my highschool friends dearly
but they looked down on me
because I was missing tools
I have the ones that make me a good inventor
problem solver
but not the ones that make competent messages on the answering machine
or lets me know what is appropriate to do when asking for help
or giving it
I wonder if they're right
I struggle with debilitating depression
I fight it off
and it comes back
every time
my health suffers
I barely move for weeks on end
doing social things becomes like diving into a pit of sharks while on the rag
I have to swim so hard and fast
that I'm completely drained
and can't move for a week
since the first depressive episode
which lasted an entire year
I've see-sawed in year long cycles
one year up
one year down
one year up
one year down
one year up
one year down
one year up
one year down

I don't think I can bring a child into this
I'm useless every other year
I can't even keep house plants alive on a down year
much less myself
how could I be a mother
if I can't take care of myself?

my friends are having babies
all over the place
it's a right of passage
for adulthood
have a family
then you're a real human
if I can't do that
does that mean I'm not a real human?

or is that just the depression talking again?

why is someone always talking for me?
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2014-10-12 12:48 am
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Two of My Best Poems

Composed when I was 9-10, my first poem:
This weeping willow,
I stood under,
I told it my hopes, troubles, and worries,
Its branches droop lower,
Its branches conceal me,
This weeping willow listens,
When no one else will.
Composed during my tumultuous first semester of college:
I dreamt I was pelted with roses,
and on every petal was inscribed:
"Forgive me."

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2014-10-08 01:04 pm
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Sometimes I make jokes
when I'm in pain
Because laughing hurts
Less than crying.

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2014-10-06 09:44 pm
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The Danger of the Internet

I felt this rage
but didn't know what to do with it.
so I wandered,
and felt affirmed
by articulate echoing chambers
and my rage became action.
How dare you disagree.
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2013-06-02 12:59 pm

The Valley of Stolen Gods

See that mountain there?

A powerful witch lives there.

She stops death there.

Her valley is fruitful there.

Her people never die there.

All you need is to get there,

With a token of your God there,

Learn handspeech and live there.


Part 1 - The Witch
Chapter 1 - The King
Chapter 2 - The Merchant

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2012-11-08 10:10 pm

/ˈʤrægnˌflajz diˈsits/ Dragonfly’s Deceits

I composed this poem in IPA. English Orthography version below. I think it looses something that way though... oh well. Enjoy!

wɛr ˈʤu go:
wɛn ˈju daj

ˈgo tu ˌɚθ
ðə ˈsem ples
əv ˈmaj bɚθ

ˈkæn ʧuˌsi:
maj ˈgadz ðæt
kn ˈnat bi:

ˈno: mor ˌbaut
ðoz ˈdæm gadz
ðæ ˈʧu taut
ˈju por ˌfuɫ
ˈhu gev ˌju
ˈrajt tu ˌruɫ

ˈon gad ˌgev
mi ˈpawɚ
for tu ˈsev
ˈsɪnɚz ˌaɫ
jɚ ˌʤʌst ˈfjuɫ
ˈgadz straŋˌræθ
ju ˈʃʊd rʌn
frəm ˈgadz pæθ
ˈkloz jɚ ˌa:z
ˈfalo ˌgadz
ˈju diˌspajz

ˈθrɛʔn ˌmi
ˈfir kn ˌnat
mek ˈmi si
kɪŋ dɪsˌgres
ju ˈkænt pruv
jɚ ˈdʌm kes
ˈʌntɪɫ ˌðɛn
liv ˈmi bi
ˈwont hɚt ˌju
tu ˈmi ðiz
ˈrajts ɪmˌbju
tu ɛgzɪst
nat falo

grænt ju ðiz
rajts aɫ ðə
tajm, so pliz.
dont biliv
dont hoɫd ɪt
əgɛnst mi

where d’you go
when you die?

go to earth,
the same place
of my birth.

can’t you see
my gods that
cannot be?

know more ‘bout
those damn gods
that you tout.
you poor fool.
Who gave you
right to rule?

own god gave
me power
for to save
sinners all,
you’re just fuel
God’s strong wrath.
You should run
from God’s path.
close your eyes;
follow gods
you despise.

threaten me.
Fear cannot
make me see.
-cking disgrace!
You can’t prove
your damn case.
until then,
leave me be,
won’t hurt you.
To me these
rights imbue:
to exist
not follow
grant you these
rights all the
time, so please.
don’t believe.
Don’t hold it
against me.
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2011-09-15 10:57 am
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æn ˈɛg (An Egg)

I composed a prose poem while I was bored between classes. I composed it using IPA, and for some reason, I prefer it that way.

I’ll give the English orthography version below it, but I really like how I can give a sense of me reading it to you. The transcription is very broad, not marking the differences between allophones and more turning IPA into another sort of orthography. If you can’t read IPA, then just read along, guessing what the words are, and check to see how close you were in the English version.

aj ˈdrɛmt ðæt ˈaj wəz ˈtræpt ɪn æn ˈɛg. ɪt ˈwʌznt ə ˈbæd ˈtræpɪŋ. ˈaj wəz ˈkalm n ˈhæpi. maj ˈlɛgz wɚ ˈkɚɫd əˈgɛnst maj ˈʧɛst, m maj ˈarmz ˈʤɛntli ˈhɛɫd ðɛm ˈðɛr ɪmˈples. ˈnʌθɪŋ kʊd ˈgɛtɪn. ðə mɛmˈbrenz əv ðə ˈtɪʃuz əv ði ˈɛg wɚ ˈfʌn tu ˈplej wɪθ.

bət ˈsloli, ˈsloʊli ðə ˈlɪkwɪd ˈkʊʃn̩ɪŋ mi ˈdrend əˈwej, n ðə ˈstrenʤ ˈwaɫz ˈklozd ɪn. ɪt biˈkem ˈmor m ˈmoor ˈdɪfɪkɫ̩t tu ˈbrið.

wɛn ˈaj kʊd ˈstænd ɪt ˈnow ˈlaŋgɚ, maj ˈfit, ˈniz, m ˈpaɫmz ˈpʊʃt əˈgɛnst ðə ˈwaɫz wɪθ ˈaal maj ˈmajt. ðə ˈwaɫz ˈkwekt ŋ ˈgroʊnd, m ˈwɪθ ə ˈskrim, riˈlist mi.

aj ˈlej ə ˈmomn̩t, ˈdezd ŋ ˈgæspɪŋ əˈmʌŋst ðə ˈʃardz əv maj proˈtɛktɪv ˈsfir. ðə ˈgraund aj wəz ˈspraɫd an wəz ˈhard, bət ðə ˈɛr ˈfɪɫd maj ˈlʌŋz. aj ˈgæðɚd ðə ˈʃardz əv maj ˈɛg, n ˈtɚnd ðɛm ˈɪntu ə ʃiɫd.

aj ˈstʌmbɫ̩d ɪnˈtu ðə ˈwɚɫd, tu ˈgow ædˈvɛnʧɚrɪŋ.

English Orthography )

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