Submissions by Cloven_Zonkle
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
30th Jul 2019 5:39am
30th Jul 2019 5:39am
To Be
I am still
And I tell myself
I am aware, but
Is that all just pretense?
I am learning.
And I tell myself
I am aware, but
Is that all just pretense?
I am learning.
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Jul 2019 2:27pm
19th Jul 2019 2:27pm
Hopes
September, 2018
You will shed your fear
You will find your face
You will gain a maturity
You will find an openness
You will no longer be
ashamed of who you are
You have a right to exist
You will shed your fear
You will find your face
You will gain a maturity
You will find an openness
You will no longer be
ashamed of who you are
You have a right to exist
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
6th Apr 2019 3:47am
6th Apr 2019 3:47am
Letters (To A Person), N°'s 1 through 5
Letter N ° 1 (Febuary 6th, 2019)
Dear You,
Hey, it's me. Can You meet me? I'm trying to rethink who I am, my whole consciousness, from the time before I came here. I think I’ve managed to keep my mind from keeling over to the ground, finally. It's a relief. I just needed to get up. I needed to go further. It wasn't a big deal. I mean, I guess.
A couple of weeks ago I started wearing makeup. He had tried to kill me, but the makeup stopped him. Now I have small breasts under my shirt.
...
Dear You,
Hey, it's me. Can You meet me? I'm trying to rethink who I am, my whole consciousness, from the time before I came here. I think I’ve managed to keep my mind from keeling over to the ground, finally. It's a relief. I just needed to get up. I needed to go further. It wasn't a big deal. I mean, I guess.
A couple of weeks ago I started wearing makeup. He had tried to kill me, but the makeup stopped him. Now I have small breasts under my shirt.
...
#friendship
61 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Apr 2019 10:02am
5th Apr 2019 10:02am
Response To A Request For A Second Phase 0.
I say, What is the name of forgiveness in the third person? I ask, because Reasons.
In the night, on the earth, my world will flourish in her light. And they can offer me up to the stand as evidence.
The bell in my hand? We trust that all things are possible. Gloves, bright, and the moon. When and how, here to go.
To land on two feet. The bonds and affections that abide me. I am not dead. I have a comment. You know, about life.
In the night, on the earth, my world will flourish in her light. And they can offer me up to the stand as evidence.
The bell in my hand? We trust that all things are possible. Gloves, bright, and the moon. When and how, here to go.
To land on two feet. The bonds and affections that abide me. I am not dead. I have a comment. You know, about life.
92 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Mar 2019 11:40pm
28th Mar 2019 11:40pm
2nd draft
Determined was she, to consider the world of Sparkles. And in reality, to reconsider Herself.
Away.
Far into a world away, away, the fuck away from the voice inside her inner-language, her formulations and her explanations, to reach, in the end, a constructive role-play already having known the negative. To finally exist. And to pay attention.
Away.
Far into a world away, away, the fuck away from the voice inside her inner-language, her formulations and her explanations, to reach, in the end, a constructive role-play already having known the negative. To finally exist. And to pay attention.
#love
138 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Mar 2019 3:08am
26th Mar 2019 3:08am
Dysphoria
Dysphoria:
Language. Formulation and explanations for
foreign
objects partially acquired
but not really acquired at all.
Feel safe?
Hide.
Dysphoria:
I always feel like a false.
I always feel like a bad
buzz.
I always feel like a bad bad
actor.
Dysphoria:
Weak Sensory.
Lost in simple interactions with other human
beings. ...
Language. Formulation and explanations for
foreign
objects partially acquired
but not really acquired at all.
Feel safe?
Hide.
Dysphoria:
I always feel like a false.
I always feel like a bad
buzz.
I always feel like a bad bad
actor.
Dysphoria:
Weak Sensory.
Lost in simple interactions with other human
beings. ...
#transgender
100 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2019 4:50pm
23rd Mar 2019 4:50pm
Within the existing mold, all things are possible
As I attend to me, Tina and
I try to help her bookstore
go straight. There is Just
One Problem. Excuse me.
How to Understand how.
Important. It is not
impossible to do. From
sometime to sometime.
Oh, Bold Phoebe.
My past? A bacterial
disease? Never. The
result? Viral.
Tina, your firm just started
using the Internet. Excuse
me. Let me clear this seat.
Change the focus as
usual? I never.
...
I try to help her bookstore
go straight. There is Just
One Problem. Excuse me.
How to Understand how.
Important. It is not
impossible to do. From
sometime to sometime.
Oh, Bold Phoebe.
My past? A bacterial
disease? Never. The
result? Viral.
Tina, your firm just started
using the Internet. Excuse
me. Let me clear this seat.
Change the focus as
usual? I never.
...
#humankind
100 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
23rd Jan 2019 10:24pm
23rd Jan 2019 10:24pm
I Once Ate A Bear (part XV of XXI)
It's okay.
#nonfiction
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
23rd Jan 2019 10:23pm
23rd Jan 2019 10:23pm
I Once Ate A Bear (part XIV of XXI)
visual poem part 14 of 21
#nonfiction
101 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
22nd Jan 2019 1:15pm
22nd Jan 2019 1:15pm
I Once Ate A Bear (part XIII of XXI)
visual poem part 13 of 21
#nonfiction
120 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
21st Jan 2019 9:28pm
21st Jan 2019 9:28pm
I Once Ate A Bear (part XII of XXI)
visual poem part 12 of 21
#nonfiction
102 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
21st Jan 2019 9:26pm
21st Jan 2019 9:26pm
I Once Ate A Bear (part XI of XXI)
visual poem part 11 of 21
#nonfiction
100 reads
1 Comment
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