all I ever wanted
from my father
was for him to force
me out into the world
and tell me to
do more,
learn more,
and be more
than he
ever could.
instead he taught me
to smoke and to love
no one and never
leave the town
that bore you.
there was no magic
and
no wisdom.
was that so much to ask for?
“Remember, remember always, that all of us, and you and I especially, are descended from immigrants and revolutionists.” – F.D.R.
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you may burn whole
towns as well as
bridges.
you may build
your own ledges,
but nobody can
make you stand on them
or jump.
you have the road
and if it gets you
where you need to go
then don’t hesitate
to travel it.
I have come to
learn that some
Demons aren’t meant
to be faced and beaten.
some of them are
there to keep the void
interesting,
and their strange grip
of love can be mistaken for
suffocation.
the demons I cannot kill,
I have learned
to befriend,
to enjoy the
symbiotic chaos,
they know who I am
when the lights go out
and the darkness
swirls...
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you'll spend your whole life
earning your place
just to be outdone
by some goddamn slacker
in broad daylight.
i hate it.
they're liars,
cheaters always win.
despite your bitterness,
learn to believe there
are brighter days ahead.
they seem far and
dim now but
they.
are.
there.
you will love.
you will let people down.
you will get fucked over.
and
you will be lost
as many times as
you are found.
but you will go on.
it has to get better.
this can’t be all there is.
some days I look
at trannys and get it,
and I’ve seen my
share of the greats.
women are a beauty
men could never compete with.
blame it on evolution,
religion, history,
stereotyping, or the simple
nature of the universe.
but it was never a fair fight.
we will never be that beautiful,
that graceful,
that easily.
You always were
the lucky one.
the tracks were always
one way.
you got what you wanted.
you never had to pick up the pieces.
who cares that you
died young?
when:
the heart leads
the head will follow.
when every
step is a loaded gun.
when you cram love
and memorize fear.
when there’s no anxiety
over an unfair fight.
when your dawn and dusk
no longer speak.
when you wade
in doubtful brackish water.
when you swing wide
instead of low.
the heart will lead and
the head will always follow.
Always remember that
You are living proof
that it's possible
to trump indisputable
odds.