You know what I am angry about? People can't ever seem to see how amazing they are. Self deprecation is so common and it seems to be everywhere I look, and it makes me mad. Maybe not so much mad as just sad. These amazing humans impact me so much every day, and yet they refuse to accept the beauty I see in them.

I'm pretty forceful about this. Whenever my friends self deprecate I do my best to point out some of their amazing things that make them beautiful, but that's all I can do. I feel so helpless, useless to open their eyes to themselves.

I must tell you, though, that I am being hypocritical. I have a hard time seeing my own worth and my own reason for being alive.

I think one reason I care so much about other people finding their worth is because I cant find mine, and I find some purpose in helping them see theirs. This also makes me mad, as I feel my motives for loving people are selfish.

yeah.

Guys, Please love yourself. I dont know whatever you have in your brain that keeps you from doing it, but I know this. You deserve love. You deserve to feel good about who you are. You have made mistakes, but so has everyone else. Mistakes make you human. They teach you, and they make you beautiful.

Maybe you feel useless and like no one notices you, but let me tell you. I believe it is impossible to go through this life without making a difference in someone's life. You know that one person who borrowed a pencil from you three weeks ago? They probably feel so greatful that they found someone to give them one. It's NERVEWRACKING to look for pencils! You know that guy who you smiled at in the hallway a month ago? Maybe he was having an awful day and he needed that smile. You know that persuasive essay you wrote? It was so impactful that your teacher spent all night thinking about it.

You are seen. Someone loves you. Many people love you. You are worth it. You are Valid. Your problems are valid, and you shouldnt feel ashamed for having them. If you ever need to rant about anything, feel free to ping me and I will listen. Talking feels good.

You deserve love, just as much as anyone. You are beautiful, and you are human.

Please, try. Try to love yourself.

I'll be trying right with you.

Data Entry 7

Discovered humanoid remains

within tall structure barricades.

Initial estimate is eight million,

beyond what myth dictates.

Data Entry 13

Despite no fields to grow their food,

quite little they sought to accrue.

Instead, they stacked up plant-based pulp on rolls

by bowls of white on stumps.

Religious offerings, were they?

A humble shrine to which one prayed?

Displays, though varied, seem to be widespread-

a thread I'll trace with glee.

Data Entry 42

The pictograms on each device-

though primitive, revived-

suggest a demon, Rona, caused the blight

that frightened and embalmed.

Their God, Commode, on porc'lain throne,

was inspiration for the clones-

they prayed quite often, begging to be saved,

and paid their pulpy dues.

Data Entry 56

Analysis of tissues shows

a concentrated viral load.

Mutations guaranteed mortality,

foreseen by no locale.

We've still not learned what masquerade

the fibrous rolls of tribute played,

but posit that their ink has been erased

as space and time infringed.

Data Entry 78

No ink discernible on pulp,

so now we dig beneath the sculpt

and follow where the curvy hollow leads.

My plea: no curse befalls.

Data Entry 94

Disintegrated remnants found,

stored mixed with waste far underground.

Perhaps a holy cleansing ritual

that lulled them into bliss?

Data Entry 1939

Our linguist picked the language lock,

translating data from The Docs

and found that when the novel virus jumped,

abruptly humans resupplied:

They traded printed Paper pulp

for rolls of pristine pulp in bulk.

A frantic dash for tribute offerings

that swings the tide of coughs?

Data Entry 2020

Command has ordered our return,

the excavation data firm.

These humans had no great intelligence;

percepts have been dispelled.

When imperiled by a menace

that was grim and overzealous,

they flout new orders and emerge, begin

hoarding toilet paper.

You never fixed the door. It hung on one hinge for the entire four years I lived in this pit. Every time a storm came it banged and banged and banged, spooky drums of the damned. On summer days it squeeked and groaned, a rusty mockery and a reminder of the impotence of my repeated complaints.

When the pipe broke I called right away. It was raining in my living room. My late grandmother’s painting was ruined. So was my TV. You showed up in an instant to turn the water off. Then I waited six days with no shower or toilet, buying drinking water at the grocery store and hoping to see the promised repair van arrive soon. You did not offer to replace my belongings.

The virus hit. Apparently I am a non-essential worker. I asked if I could pay the rent late, for the first time in four years. I told you my mom was willing to mail me a check to help out. Surprise registered on your face. I wasn’t sure if you were surprised I had a mother, or that my mother was willing to help me. Yes, black men have mothers, too.

You gave me 24 hours to vacate. You sent this eviction notice. The stores are out of toilet paper. This will do.

Life springs to hope through a warm ray of light

crawling over horizons of stone,

myriad colors burn within a subtle knife

where I gaze through the windows alone.

Vibrating tones soar in time with the beat

of two hearts still just starting to ache;

echoing loons weave together their songs

As lone nests scream their loss in my wake.

Night falls without mercy or care,

a voiceless change to unspeakable grief

that calls me beyond the memory of time:

a whisper recalling a lost leimotif…

Such is the loss of a child.

At last, the darkness dissipates

as sun o'er yonder mountain breaks

and, timidly, the world awakes

as freedom beakons in plague's wake.

Too soon the sunlight parts the drapes

as the harsh, cruel hands of fate dictate

and nighttime's bliss is thus erased

as moon beams fade out, chased away.

Toward dawning warmth I tilt my face

as lonely pupils, shrinking, ache

and lo! my neighbors congregate

as once again the world awaits.

From under blankets my hand snakes

as cold seeps in, I reach for lace

and find you gone without a trace

as my heart stutters, then deflates.

I step outside, my great escape,

as songbirds trill with faith and grace

and chiseled stresses thus deflate

as dewy springtime winds hydrate.

I spring up, fearful, start to shake

as quiet drowns me in its lake

and 'round the furniture I race

as loneliness shoots through my veins.

Fresh earthen scents swirl, then abate

as fragile em'rald grasses quake

and footsteps mar this reclaimed space

as I emerge with heedless haste.

Stale notes of coffee I now chase

as if the past few weeks were fake

and never did we share a steak

as shadows grew and music played.

'Neath cornflow'r skies, a friend's embrace

as clouds, unnoticed, change their shapes

and we make plans to loose the brake

as commerce doth renew its pace.

Soft howling, broken, pawing gates

as I resume my default state

and wonder why I've been replaced

/again/ by work and dinner dates.

Dear Universe, I know it's been a while,

but please believe I miss you more each turn.

Foul poison blurs my eyes and dims your smile

while noise pollution warps your dulcet chirp.

I reach for you with hands that have been singed,

for fires rage; my greens have all turned brown.

New tears mingle in chasms that are tinged

with refuse of a staggering amount.

This infection grows more deadly by the day,

so potent I can't neutralize the threat.

I beg of you, send help; please don't delay-

fatigue is setting in and my core sweats.

My tongue thirsts for a speedy remedy.

Love, Earth, your planetary rarity.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dear Earth, I'll send the antidote at once,

and please forgive my inattentiveness.

As soon as this expansion work is done,

we'll be together- no more emptiness.

I miss your facets gleaming in the rays

a rich, sweet depth no other planet shows.

It saddens me to hear you fight malaise,

so please dispense this tonic I've composed.

Your symptoms should abate with the first dose,

but balance will take eons to restore.

Repeat as needed; culling must not slow,

for parasites will ravage, paramour.

I wish you well in your recovery.

Yours Always, Universe, my sweet lovely!

i knew i was in love with you

when i kissed you that day

i knew i loved you

when i couldn't hate you

for walking away

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