Indubitable Sun

Feels like an indubitable sun,

A state of helplessness by virtue of being here,

Fully exposed and on fire,

There is nothing but your light,

There is nothing but your light.

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Love and Depression

Love and depression feel the same–

Sluggish and heavy;

I have everything inside of me.

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Like Paralysis

You take my body like paralysis,

The alarm rings

And I’m still down in dreams.

A warm blanket covers me whole–

I am lost,

I am nowhere to be found,

I am home.

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I Become Flesh

You mix me intimidation, awe, attraction.
Bitter tongue,
Sunk drunk stomach,
Blue speed and scream,
And you move like an animal of strobe lights,
And you move.

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The Cult that is PJAM (Part 2): The Recruitment Stage

A girl named Precious asked me if I wanted to go with her during recess. I thought it was weird, but I was like, it wouldn’t kill me, so I said yes. During recess she introduced me to another girl named Marian, and the three of us walked to the cafeteria.

We decided to become a barkada. Two things stood in our way though: we didn’t have enough members, and we didn’t have a name. The Boo Boo Bones was a barkada composed of anime freaks. The Yvanna Anne was composed of the coolest kids in class. We had to have a name, but first we had to recruit.

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