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"Distinguished" and Disguised Patriots

proud boys and police walk the streets of NYC hand in hand like lovers from the Seine they want us dead so they can sell our heads on eBay

"Something written in the dirty window of a van"

My words never reach you. You, on your pedestal, have no time to listen to my petty complaints or needs. We fight, argue and never seem to get anywhere. A compromise only goes so far util we revert to our old ways. Like words written in the dirty window of a van. Seemingly perfect with smooth lines and intricate penmanship, but washed away in the smallest of storms. We will never be in stone. We weren't meant to be. This is how it will stay. A cruel and bittersweet cycle we pretend doesn't exist. But I wouldn't change a thing.

#1 Dad

He could be laying in bed at night, Happy, Holding on to his purpose, Aare that he is loved, Excited to take on the next day, If I took from you What you took from him. Then he would’ve seen He can stand As tall And as strong As any of us. But he is left unaware of his potential because you pushed him down and I let him think that’s where he belonged.

(speakers)

Feel too much. Express too little. Outside I shush. Inside I scream. Begging to be heard. Anger is amplified. Hatred is humming. Danger is dampened. Compassion is compressed. Scurried feelings screams my stereo. A hushed confession of love. An unwillingness to say "please, don't go." But my soul's subwoofer senses no pride, nor fear. For my singing speaker. Screams my truth.

*Un secret dit de sa bouche

What is a kiss? A pink apostrophe between the words *je t’aime - A secret told by his mouth. Lots of love quotes will remind me of the smile you gave me after every time you kissed me. That same smile I’m now watching sideways because it reminds me of your absence. *Translation: A secret told by his mouth *Translation: I love you

*Un secret dit de sa bouche

What is a kiss? A pink apostrophe between the words *je t’aime - A secret told by his mouth. Lots of love quotes will remind me of the smile you gave me after every time you kissed me. That same smile I’m now watching sideways because it reminds me of your absence. *Translation: A secret told by his mouth *Translation: I love you

12th to the 15th

My name painted onto Pip’s chalkboard next to a snowflake hanging on the American flag. A man riding a scooter past a bra hanging on a tree branch. Neon orange fingernails gripping a Valentine’s Day balloon before Valentine’s Day. A freshman dropped her phone, cracking the screen as I examined the new pearl ring perched on my finger. My sister watching the Twilight saga movies moments before a homeless man knocked on our front door.

2+2=?

You popped up,

greeting me with oh no no no, oh god.

Calm down it is just

a question.


You are poking me, tapping, pondering,

you’re so annoying.

Because of that piece of ink,

I am scared to see what will be traced onto the paper.

Constantly deciding if that is correct.

Will I get the extra 2 points?


NO change that number.

Shut up and let me think.

That can’t be right, can it?

Yes it’s right.

Why can’t you figure this out? It’s not that hard.

Nagging, nagging, and nagging,

please just shut up.


With one stroke of ink,

you come out,

doubting every move I leave on the paper.

Even though the question was 2+2.

212°F

Talking back and forth back and forth our relationship kettling but how long will we last.

4,249 Miles

We were strolling through life with maps to guide our paths. Every second seemed like an hour and no destination was in sight. You weren’t aware at the time, but the trail on your map was leading you to me. And when our paths would intersect, we’d start cruising through life like teenagers driving on an empty highway. We are nearing a dead end. Isn’t there another road for us to take? There is one, but it’s taking you 4,249 miles away.

5 Hours

That horrible alarm keeps getting closer and I just lay here. 4 hours left. When did that happen? It feels like my progress resets when I look at that illuminated clock. This room is completely silent. Barely a single sound and it seems like that should be nice but the silence lets in so much noise. That one thing I did two weeks ago. That song. I love that song. I loathe that song. It won’t leave me. Like it’s laughing at me for letting it into my mind. 3 hours left. That one was much longer. Tedious. 2 hours 45 minutes left. 2 hours 30 minutes left. Now I can’t stop focusing on that time. 2 hours 28 minutes left. At this point I should just give up.

63-62

The large scoreboard read to the crowd. 4th quarter, 2 seconds left. Dribble, dribble, shoot, miss. The final buzzer sounds but the soundlessness in the gym is undeniable. The opposing team lines up to shake hands. Victorious. Then they leave shortly after to celebrate and cheer. The home team shattered and broken walks heavily to the locker room. Not one word is uttered as the silence of defeat somehow screams disgust and disappointment.