
33 (she/her, they/them, y'all) transgenderfluid, polyamorous, demi-pansexual, free roaming entity who likes all the things. poetry is my passion, life my field of study.
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I Wish I Was A Better Person
I wish I was a better person
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More Posts from Anannas-garden
We argue with Ourselves
Political debates over living policy
Unsure of anything
Afraid of reality
Afraid of Our delusions
Can hardly tell what is real
Afraid which ever one We choose
Is going to kill Us all
- Andrew, We
Today I am stuck noticing the joke of life. Everyone is riled up and experiencing strong feelings about everything, and none of it actually matters. Being human is a game to keep us entertained. So we hate and we love and we rage and we sing, all to make the vast emptiness seem more like home.
-my thoughts today
Goodbye to all the weird
So long porn bots.
Hate to see you leave.
I'll miss your tits and dicks,
And all the strange your brang.
You have been with me since the beginning.
A constant presence.
Your are my number one supporters,
And my most faithful of followers.
Who will love me now?
Now that you are being stripped away?
The quiet emptiness.
Of a pristine world.
- By me Andrew
Episodes come and go;
Earthquakes
Devastation
Our world is shaken to its core.
We live in the metaphors of poetry
Creating form out of whispers.
Drifting through thoughts.
Being born.
Life always comes again.
An existential dance
Between annihilation
And exaltation.
Dragging us to the very edge
Of ecstasy
Of agony
Our death throws but a prelude
To god's orgasm.
- We, Andrew
Dying
Piece
By piece
A little more each day
Fraying
Unraveling
Into space
A phantom
A shade
A fading
Light
- we, Me, Andrew forever