Poetry Book

Tickt, Tickt, Tickt, Whrrrrrrrrr click click. Whrrrrrrrr click click. Sigh.. Rustle rustle Sigh.. Tickt, tickt, tickt, tickt, Creaaaak… creaaaaak… Bark Bark Ugh.. Sigh.. Beedededeep beep beep. Beedededeep. Beep beep…

The smell of the salt Wind playing with my long hair The waves jumping up and hitting me as i laugh and run from the big splash High above the water on the corner of the wave wall The people driving by think we must be insane Just me and my dad being dumb Having fun in a windstorm. we’re soaked as we drive home to a nice warm house. Sitting by the fire and making dumb jokes. How i wish to be a kid again

My mind is a labyrinth. Not just a normal maze, it’s constantly changing it’s paths. Thoughts and happy emotions as the humans running through my mind. Minotaurs as stress and obsession crashing through doors and walls, killing all the humans. Icarus and Daedalus as my mind trying to find a way to escape the stress and jealousy of the confusing maze of thoughts.

1) The suns warm at dawn The stars are pretty at night Moons bright as a star

2) it’s repetitive Time ticking by so slow Repeating again

3) “You and me always?” “Forever, and you know that.” “Yeah, us forever.”

Forest green eyes and wavy blonde hair. Freckles the colour of oak tree bark against a birch white skin. A dumb laugh and a voice that tends to crack. Wearing eyeliner and dangling earrings with a toque to top it off. The toque to hide his hair and the birthmark nobody’s seen. Insecurities wash away as soon as he’s home in his room. He tends to fluff down his hair so it covers his eyes. A binder to hide his chest under his hoodie. That “he” is me.

so I wrote a haiku for you. Unfortunately, I&apos;m not the most talented in this area, and after trying for several evenings, I was still only able to come up with the first two lines... I guess I&apos;ll just share what I&apos;ve got so far, then. &quot;Sun and moon rejoice Birds of dawn sing songs anew&quot;... Wait, don&apos;t say a word, I think the final line is coming to me... Yes, how about.... &quot;Far from home, with you.&quot;

Classes as boring as a game of chess School days as repetitive as a ticking clock Math as difficult as a puzzle Poems as simple as building blocks But are building blocks really that simple? As trapped as a prisoner As bored as a prison guard

It feels so nice, Someone loving you back Feeling their arms around you, squeezing you tight, Hearing their voice, hearing their laugh. It’s a nice feeling, it makes me feel happy Its a warm feeling that i’ll never understand how to describe. Like nostalgia but for the present, like hoping the moment would never end. I’ll never understand how to describe emotions. Especially love.

How is it so tough to use the right pronouns? You’d have no clue what it feels like to be constantly be called “she” and “her”. Its like getting a test back thinking you did really good just to see you got a 7/20 Or when you are looking forward to fun plans just to find out they got canceled. Like disappointment. Nothings worse than getting misgendered by your favourite person, Just imagine it, it hurts.

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