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Yep. Something things remain in your brain until you go insane (okay, not actually insane, but it rhymes). And the pain from when your heart was slain leaves a stain (okay, yes, a bit aggressive, but it rhymes!).

But hey, it's okay. You're a lot more than your past anyway

A piece of my past 1 month ago

thanks! I'm not sure if they are all as connected as they could be, but I'm glad that they make some sense :)

Alone 1 month ago

True, and in the end it's much easier to just blame the students than fix the system, which is pretty unfair. Everything's also based on productivity too, so if you're not productive, you're considered lazy (or, to yourself, even worthless) when in reality there could be legit barriers and/or the standards are just way too high. The truth is, if we want to be happy, would shouldn't be making our very lives all about competitive productivity in the first place. That is a losing game.

Also, love the line "We are seen but never understood"

This is not America. This is hell. 1 month ago

Great metaphors! Especially love the first two stanzas, they hit deep

Alone 1 month ago

Thanks you :)

Rhyming is fun

Time Slip 1 month ago

Thank you! :)

This is not America. This is hell. 1 month ago

Nope! There is a lot of poetry here but you can write lots of things! You can write essays, stories, song lyrics, really whatever you want. If you prefer visual art, you can share that here as well. Welcome!

Tiny Write by Emilez, February 25 2025 1 month ago

Oh my gosh, this is really good. Your piece took me on a roller coaster, every line had me feeling such deep feelings and remembering forgotten times. Wow. I also really liked the line about your dad responding to emails.

Confession 1 month ago

That ending sentence is so perfect. Impeccable writing: both lucid and allusive. It brought those first moments of the pandemic to my mind so clearly. 

The Cliffs of Stop & Shop 1 month ago

Gorgeous, astonishing, masterpiece. Thrums with power. I love the free association here:

 "swallowing his mother’s death whole—

bones, flesh, and all—as he replies to emails 

in Times New Roman font." gave me shivers. 

And that end "and I will be loving/ and I will be loved. 

I also love how you connect the metaphysical world to your bodily experience of reality in that second to last stanza. Very profound. And matter suited to medium, if I do say myself, cause, at least in my experience, that's what poetry can do: connect that other dimension to our experience of this one.  

Confession 1 month ago