Hypergraphia Chronicles
For the longest time, I thought I was the moon. But what if I am the sun instead? Instead of the shadows, what if I am the light that banishes them? If I were to reframe my world in light instead of darkness, what would it be? Who would I become?
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Bittersweet goodbyes, what do they taste like?Is it wrong to feel relief in them? A song played on the radio a thousand times. Is it wrong to change the station? Bittersweet goodbyes, fading into the background while the credits roll and the theme song plays one last time.Is it okay to fall into them? To…
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You were once beautiful to me, and now I find myself constantly searching the pain in your face for that beauty. I don’t know how to cope with what you’ve lost. Not for me, not for you. I don’t know how to accept these changes, In me, in you. I so desperately want to rewind…
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I’m giving up poetry. At least that’s what I think; I don’t know if it’s what I mean. I’ve been at this place, time and time again, and I always regress, back to my notebook where everything seems to hold less stress. Poetry is who I choose to be. It’s not what I do it’s…
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Everyday is different, yet difficult all the same.Everyday I want it all to stop.I know, to you, these are just more complaints.How lucky you are, not to have to live this way.I know my mood swings are…an inconvenience.But, everyday I want to cry.To stop trying, stop carrying this lie.Because the truth is, I am FAR…
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How do I even begin to explain? Some days are better than others, And most days, I have good moments But not good days. It’s like my vocal cords are wrapping themselves around one another Constricting my throat so tightly, It’s hard to breathe. Being stuck in a hole, and feeling powerless As to your…
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I fell in love, but not in the way one would think. I fell in passion with cadence, Fell in between the lines of a stanza. I gave sestinas and soliloquies my everything, And I gave the feeling of it all, half of my heart. I fell in love. And it wasn’t all at once.…
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Getting diagnosed as autistic at 30 is realizing your parents tried to beat the disability out of you until you learned to internalize it so it wouldn’t be visible. It’s realizing that you were gaslighted into thinking you didn’t need crutches, so you’ve been limping around thinking that how everyone is supposed to walk And…
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You are more than this, more than it all. Built to overcome, designed to sink under the pressure of these catastrophic waves life calls time. You keep waiting for a break but they just keep coming. And you get knocked down, losing your balance, you’ve started to float on the surface. Drifting further and…
A Poem a Day 