All of my poetry about my friends/friendship!
a freshman waxes poetic poorly about a program he would abandon
i sit in the tech booth
friends become people they aren’t ahead of me
i fall in love with every one of them over again
i set the mood, unable to join them on stage
i wouldn’t dare to move from my seat
i fall in love with friends and fellow actors on stage
the ones avenging terrible deeds
and the ones being avenged
i watch as my best friends are thrown on stage,
pulled to the ground by other friends,
i remember watching them learn it
seeing them sword fight out of costume and off stage
watching as they’re taught fencing etiquette
the audience doesn’t know the intricacies of it
i fall in love with best friend playing odd roles
delight in watching them lose the fight
and later i’ll tell them they played it just right
though i hate watching as their character dies
they speak of family
of killing for one another
and i sit in the tech booth
knowing that they really would
and next year i’ll join them
i’ll be up on that stage
or i’ll still be in the tech booth
i’ll be happy either way
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Empty Alone
i think i am my 2 best friends combined.
i find traits from both within me all the time,
memories and childhoods that intertwine
personality traits that previously were not mine.
that is to say, I think I am nothing.
when alone, i become empty space-
i float from place to place-
like a ghost. like a disgrace.
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Largely different, somewhat the same.
it is the end of the world,
and as it all falls around me,
i will be high in a forest
laughing with my friends
until the last tree burns
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Made Stranger Later
i become a familiar face
in so little time
that i am not recognized
as a stranger any longer
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quarantine
And so it’s the end of the world
and i am sitting here
alone in my home
wishing i could just
see friends again
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Solidarity
and in the middle of the end of the world
i will still text you
to tell you how to change your name
because dysphoria doesn’t stop in a pandemic
and solidarity is all we have
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some basic ass friend drama
tell me you hate me
so i can stop being around people that hate me
and you can stop being
around people you hate
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Theatre Kid Tragedy
The [redacted] performing arts theatre still stands.
{usually, we wish it didn’t}
Sitting in one corner, news gets out about fire
California continues to burn
Students continue to lose home
The [redacted] performing arts theatre still stands.
{It’s not as home as it wants to be}
The school got another threat today
another day will not be cancelled
another long conversation about gun control
The [redacted] performing arts theatre still stands.
{It’s students aren’t as safe as they feel}
The people inside fall apart
crumbling, by their own hands
shattering, like the fake windows
shouting, like there’s nothing better to do
acting, like it’s the only thing keeping us together
The [redacted] performing arts theatre still stands.
{usually, we wish it didn’t.}
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Yknow, the Weed Dam
the liminal space we call the dam
as we all sit and talk about nothing
creates an energy i always crave
that can’t be seconded by anything
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