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Too Bright Lights (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published Poem 004. 5-6-7-8 Meltdown Vibe: seriously sweaty Notes: A hyperactive ADHD neurotype should probably not be a cheerleader. But there’s nothing ADHD people love more than doing shit they shouldn’t do… “5-6-7-8 Transition! 2-3-4 6-7-8! KENLEY! STOP!” Shit, I forgot again. “Sorry!” I shout to the girls lined at the back of the mat. They throw their hands in the air. Ang
“Too Bright Lights” (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedFrom the "Too Bright Lights" NeuroMystical Poetry Collection: 006. Lilypads “Son of ah, B———!” ………………… Let’s rewind A little in time One lil misstep Where I crossed the line It wasn’t my fault! The Blue rippled clear Lilypads are inviting With ropes swinging near I rushed ahead And ignored the pain Of mother’s word dread Filling up in my head
NeuroMystical Poetry (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published 003. Chubby “Such a chubby girl” Gertie grins Clutching my face Between her finger and thumb Pain broken vessels’ surface And I swallow a scream. Teeth gritting With the same excruciating force As her newspaper print Against my rosy cheeks. My head burns Whimpering prayers, Transmitting the will of my rage Out far, to Yaba the forest witch Pain melts like liquid Misting clouded thoughts Crossed legs pinching bladd
NeuroMystical Poems (opens the original)
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002. Did Not!Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedFrom the NeuroMystical Poetry book titled "Too Bright Lights" 002. Did Not! “She did it!” Angelica points At 5-year-old me Red flushing cheeks Her eyes twinkle with glee My eyes dart, panicked Looking at mother Mind me, tackles her Voice left to smother “Did not!” I protest! Perched atop attic stairs Splintered wood stabs at The tips of my leg hairs The more
NeuroMystical Poetry (opens the original)
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001. TazA single hair upon my backMy spine signals… AHH! Attack!@#)%&@#$&*#@*&%!This sensation is not tolerated!Betrayal seeps as my skin is grated!I ate a lemon gummyI dare report; it tasted funnyI’m pretty sure I reached for berryI suppose I should have been more wary…Puckering waves of achy teethIntensity bites down inside my cheek!@#)%&@#$&*#@*&%!My mouth puckers, popping shame,Lemon mouth, you’re to blame!<a class="button primary" href="h
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