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Ananna's Garden

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

7 years ago

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


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6 years ago

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


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6 years ago

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


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7 years ago

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


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7 years ago

Dying

Piece

By piece

A little more each day

Fraying

Unraveling

Into space

A phantom

A shade

A fading

Light

- we, Me, Andrew forever


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