The Decoy is not a Decoy
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My first act of revenge was not spiked filled words Not wilted roses blooming in dark rooms Not a deer in the headlights Not the excess of people watching a line go up It has been water etching sand A heart that is in pieces is a rabid dog foaming
Honestly, there is only so much time that we have on this earth. Something like 4,000 weeks. This means that even if I want to share every single thought I have ever had, it's not possible to do that without engaging with our feudal tech lords. Even
And that's OK!
Un poems en español. A poem in Spanish. That's the language the muse hit.
It's not a poem, but a complaint.
Subscribe now I have never demanded perfection Not even from myself Some wounds begin in the flesh and end in the soul It is why I cry over spilled milk And when a story pierces through the veil Ghosts do not only haunt you from the outside Some of them
Change, it never ends.
What is a poem in a world at war?
How many more productive years do you have in you?
I have written this poem a million times before. In my head, and at least a few times on some of my public poetry.
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Love, love, love...
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Short and Sweet
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Y’all, I recently spoke to my father about the Mexican elections, and her basically told me he had no hope. That the people in power do not believe him, and his sibling’s stories, of persecution and torture. It turns out, one of the generals in charge of destroying
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Do not read about capitalism on an airplane.
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Hemos regresado al 100! Fierro pariente!
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All of art is not for you, it is not for me.
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Y'all ever feel intensely sometimes? Yeah this is one of those poems.
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Welcome to the my second poem, inspired by my niece and nephew, who are super cool.
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Also, welcome to The Decoy, a poetry newsletter, mostly.