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days of the weak 🥀

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On To The Next One

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Home 🏡

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The Beauty in a Flash Flood ⚡️

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Separate Summers 👩🏼🧔🏽

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Wallow

Willing to fall

Always do

Love comes easy for me

Love seems to escape you

Only me at the end

Wallowing

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From Guante’s book, A LOVE SONG, A DEATH RATTLE, A BATTLE CRY.

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Ode to a Jammed Gun

Fourteen years and all it took was an hour

For a grave to take over the playground

A hundred sixty eight months and all it took was gunpowder

For an angel to ride the merry-go-round

 Seven hundred thirty weeks of suffered silence

So the hate in his heart grew bigger

Five thousand one hundred ten days without guidance

So he decided to pull the trigger

 But the gun jammed. So lives were spared.

One fallen superhero, taken too soon,

Not all were damned, but they were scared,

And everything changed that afternoon.

 The loss was softened by a malfunction

And that is my ode to a jammed gun.

                            --poetically ellie

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Words by: Ellie Nixon

Photography by: Hannah Parker

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Been Burned Before

And so I’d thought I’d washed down

all the remnants of

ashy rejection and singed insecurity

 Of every almost

of each not quite

I’d outgrown your flaky frivolity

And your lukewarm embrace

 I’d unpacked my emotional baggage

and moved out of you

settling firmly into myself

 But as I stood there, washing my hands of you,

a scorched reminder of a half man

found me vulnerable and

branded me blind

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Puzzled

Your rough and jagged edges

Fit seamlessly with my

Curved and rounded ones.

 Separate, an enigma,

Together: master piece.

Oh, but the joy is in the making.

 How long can we sit idle,

legs crossed,

And sipping afternoon tea?

 Too soon to finish, we’ll wonder:

Was it worth it?

Too challenging, we’ll wonder:

Are we?

                         --poetically ellie

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Stone Skipping

most days it feels like you’re

s k i p p i n g   s t o n e s

across my stream of consciousness

 faintly tracing

your presence across the

smooth surface of my soul

 effortless as a summer day,

you come and go,

as I remain

               ---poetically ellie

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I’m not afraid of living,

Broken bones and limbs aching

There’s so few days

Of honey colored skin breaking,

I’ll bleed if I need to.

Feels like I’m waiting,

Stuck in a favorite film,

But the disk stopped rotating

I feel like the second it starts up

I’ll be back at the beginning,

I’ll be waiting to grow up again.

I’m not afraid of living,

Knees are blue from the running

I was never much good at,

I’m just scared I’ll find I’ve missed it,

Scared I’ll find I’ve wasted it

When it ends.

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Concrete Walls

concrete walls

box me into myself

lost and afraid in this prison built for one

nothing’s concrete around here but these

concrete walls

trapping in the dreamers’ dreams deferred

the rhythm of their heartache plays soft and steady

as the songs of the sullen create these

concrete walls

concrete walls

where each child holds an untold story

buried deep in the deafening noise

an imperfect mosaic of memoirs bound by the

concrete walls

that echo their melancholic tunes

searching for someone

to help break down these

concrete walls

                                      - poetically ellie