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I know I haven't really promoted it, but this is my second poetry book! Please check it out if you like poetry! It's $12 USD!

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did you guys see the poem from a couple of days ago in poetry dot org’s daily poem it was so good and a treat to read 

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Revenge

Since you mention it, I think I will start that race war. I could’ve swung either way? But now I’m definitely spending the next 4 years converting your daughters to lesbianism; I’m gonna eat all your guns. Swallow them lock stock and barrel and spit bullet casings onto the dinner table; I’ll give birth to an army of mixed-race babies. With fathers from every continent and genders to outnumber the stars, my legion of multiracial babies will be intersectional as fuck and your swastikas will not be enough to save you, because real talk, you didn’t stop the future from coming. You just delayed our coronation. We have the same deviant haircuts we had yesterday; we are still getting gay-married like nobody’s business because it’s still nobody’s business; there’s a Muslim kid in Kansas who has already written the schematic for the robot that will steal your job in manufacturing, and that robot? Will also be gay, so get used to it: we didn’t manifest the mountain by speaking its name, the buildings here are not on your side just because you make them spray-painted accomplices. These walls do not have genders and they all think you suck. Even the earth found common cause with us the way you trample us both, oh yeah: there will be signs, and rainbow-colored drum circles, and folks arguing ideology until even I want to punch them but I won’t, because they’re my family, in that blood-of-the-covenant sense. If you’ve never loved someone like that you cannot outwaltz us, we have all the good dancers anyway. I’ll confess I don’t know if I’m alive right now; I haven’t heard my heart beat in days, I keep holding my breath for the moment the plane goes down and I have to save enough oxygen to get my friends through. But I finally found the argument against suicide and it’s us. We’re the effigies that haunt America’s nights harder the longer they spend burning us, we are scaring the shit out of people by spreading, by refusing to die: what are we but a fire? We know everything we do is so the kids after us will be able to follow something towards safety; what can I call us but lighthouse, of course I’m terrified. Of course I’m a shroud. And of course it’s not fair but rest assured, anxious America, you brought your fists to a glitter fight. This is a taco truck rally and all you have is cole slaw. You cannot deport our minds; we won’t hold funerals for our potential. We have always been what makes America great.

-e.c.c.

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The book's inscription reads:

"For my wonderful son"

So I close it, and pretend it is mine

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My poetry book is currently on sale! You can read my personal writing for only $6.82 today :) Happy Black Friday!!

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                     you think Oscar Wilde was funny                     well Darling I think he was busy                             distracting straight people                          so they would not kill him

— CAConrad, from “Glitter in My Wounds,” published in Poetry

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Sometimes I wonder

If thinking about poetry

Its taste, its smell, its sound

And yearning for it

Is enough to make one a poet.

What more is there to do?

Capture the words?

Put them into a rigid prison?

Some days I try to,

If only to find in their form

A vague shadow of truth.

And yet most poetry

Exists only in the moment of sunlight

Of fresh bread and heartbreak and fall.

Perhaps then a poet

Is simply a person who sees

The poetry life has already written

Even if those words never find a page.

Perhaps I am a poet.

Perhaps you are a poet.

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I’m not needed here.

Acorns aren’t needed, nor white-throated sparrows.

Our not-quite-round Earth isn’t needed.

All of us needlessly disturbing the pristine nothing of the neighborhood.

Yet, we’re here.

And need had no say in it.

So, as in art and kindness,

needlessness is best.

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pleasures (how to climax in the middle of a car crash)

I have the pleasure of being a woman I get the joy of being chased down in a parking lot Because I ignored the car of men jeering and catcalling At my eighteen year old body I experience the wonders of being belittled And ridiculed and judged for my looks Instead of my brains, and when I do not Like math and want to be a teacher I am even exiled by my own sex Because I am apparently doing Exactly what the patriarchy wants I have to fight every step of my Health care because the fact I Might one day incubate a child Is more important than my own Happiness and sanity Maybe the fact women have better Orgasms is a consolation to these crimes If only most women didn’t experience Pain during sex If only most women could actually Come from vaginal stimulation alone If only society did not value a man’s Pleasure over mine If only I actually wanted sex in the first place The orgasm means nothing to me How else can you fuck me?

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hydrangeas and bleeding hearts (flowers are so much easier to understand)

i do not want to write a love poem the last time i did it rhymed that feels childish now and far away the last time i did it hurt because she told me she loved me and that was a lie the last time i did i fell too hard too fast too much and she broke my heart with a 911 call and misplaced blame i have learned since then i have learned about stories and poetry and i have learned about love and communication and how to have a meaningful relationship and She is different She is good and i know (think) She will not hurt me but i cannot write Her a love poem and i am afraid to say i love Her because when i care too much too hard too fast it always ends in disaster

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My book of poetry is now for sale! For $7.50 you can get 67 pages of poetry by yours truly.

(It’s also an ebook!)

I was thinking if you guys are interested, I can offer it for a dollar more with a little message inside from me uwu so let me know if any of you would like that!

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so. this happened. randomly, both in its timing and content. I don’t usually write free form poetry but I did tonight - a poem about the sea and love and drowning.

I met the sea while on the run from the sun, bright and blistering burning with too much honesty leaving me nowhere to hide

so I ran and ran and ran and buried  all my secrets and sentimental things in the sand, unwanted treasure  marked with an X on a map unplanned

that led me on a detour to your depth into which I fall, breathless weightless, floating downward gazing up at sunlight refracted 

temporary gems glittering with promises to be made and not yet broken 

a castle of happily ever-after made of sand because a wave can mean both hello and goodbye but there’s too much salt  in my eyes to tell the difference

so I reach for you, desperate fingers searching for gentle tides and determined steps into  rough undercurrents, wading, waiting

to be pulled under, to be kept to hit your rock bottom I want no other choice oh no, oh dearest, only you

as I breathe out my lungful of love with a heavy chest full of you

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messy (how do i measure my worth when my accomplishments are so hard earned)

im too messy and my roommate is too clean and the fact is that i am never     G         O             O                D ENOUGH its strange how much i want to disappear sometimes because something is always whispering NEVER GOOD ENOUGH  they ask me who told me that, and i have to say “no one but myself” because i know however much i try NEVER GOOD ENOUGH friends leave because i am too much to handle and i am not getting better like they want me to and i am trying but i am not trying hard enough there is always something more that i should be doing: it flashes in my head, bright, loud, piercing NEVER GOOD ENOUGH i am never good enough i am never enough no matter how hard i try i am N     G E        O V           O E               D R    ENOUGH

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hydrangeas and bleeding hearts (flowers are so much easier to understand) 

i do not want to write a love poem

the last time i did it rhymed

that feels childish now

and far away

the last time i did it hurt

because she told me she loved me

and that was a lie

the last time i did i fell

too hard too fast too much

and she broke my heart

with a 911 call and misplaced blame

i have learned since then

i have learned about stories and poetry

and i have learned about love

and communication

and how to have a meaningful relationship

and She is different

She is good and i know (think) She

will not hurt me

but i cannot write Her a love poem

and i am afraid to say i love Her

because when i care

too much too hard too fast

it always ends in disaster

(do not repost)