i.
don't close your window. you are not
thirteen anymore,
and you aren't scared.
ii.
learn another language. something stupid,
like latin,
don't speak english well anyways.
iii.
become transfixed by the way
your shadow hits the ground.
is that you, or
did you really run away 4 years ago?
iv.
romanticize boredom. one time i was
sitting on my floor and
i found god.
v.
write corny poetry,
about god and cowboys and
im not sure what else there is.
vi.
look at yourself in the mirror.
stretch out the skin where there's scars,
they're not bloodied anymore.
it's alright.
vii.
pen to paper needle to skin don't
listen to me i promise you're alright
without it.
viii.
imagine what your life would be like
if you were anyone but who you are.
i miss who i thought i was
ix.
learn how to sew.
it hurts your fingers and ruins your joints,
but there's something beautiful in that.
x.
when you talk to god tell him
you're fine, 'cause he won't help
anyways.
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an idiots guide to life; how to survive the badlands of wyoming
Poetrythe slightly deranged ramblings of a teenage trans guy living in wyoming there's no overarching theme but there sure is a lot of dogs, horses, and god(s) . i do not know what i am talking about 97% of the time mostly posted chronologically in order...
