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jude-thedude98 · 1 year

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Letters 6:27

By Us the Poets

I feel you,

Being in the closet

Is like a closed mouth

Full of hotsauce

Bursting to get out

I want out

I know you do

But you can't seemingly live without

The thought of

Your parents

Or peers

Striking you down

Well here's a mental medicine for life's emotional riding roller coasters

Just because they birthed you out

Doesn't make them your parents

A parent is someone who takes care of their kid no matter what

Circumstances unknown couldn't keep them from

Their own child

And how wild is it

That these so called best friends are not there to be with you till the end

But they are there to end when

Things get too thick

Or too thin

And maybe it's coming from within

Not within your friends

But within you

Because maybe if truth would've been told by you

Then losing someone special

Wouldn't have came in twos.

So you choose

To stay in the closet

Trapped with skeletons, rubbers, and R. Kelly's gun

A baretta too vendetta

For a night's fight of fun

I wish I could run

To your aid

But I'm tired already

I'm sore from the pain you kept me hustling behind

So spaghetti noodles

I go limp soup

You'll

Be alright

I wish you the best but

More importantly

I wish you love, peace, and acceptance

Of self.

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jude-thedude98 · 1 year

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Mr. O'Rion Rippington's Riptide

Don't wanna uncap the pen

The pen be mightier than the words

Sword so fiercely, magically clean it hurts to say the whole name

Rip-tides of water flowin' over my head right

Through the cable car the fray this sword wields still kills

Monsters who tried to befriend and eat me

Swoosh

Another one dead, ph well

This celestial bronze is a percy jackson mom's blue coated anything

A piece of home I keep close, so don't touch my pocketeses or you'll be experiencing

The wrath of God's

Greek chariots barreling down in mustang Sally's

Apollo's 13 year old self still looks older than Artemis and her hunters by their self

Try to set war on me?

I'm tighter than titans teens pulled from Ares magazines

New York times showing things that I thought you heard from the grapevine

Dionysus

Wine God sippin on diet coke

Or calypso

Teachin communication and healing like Hermes ju jitsu

No need to chase the wisdom

Annabeth and Athena already got the blueprints schematics planned out and defeated

Touching blue notes

Come see me in the underground

Labyrinth

Math width

Protractor protractin'

Absent

Down in the forges Hey Festus!

Happy the dragon by Leo Valdez of Hephaestus

Chest to chest with Aphrodite

Love my valentining

We all, like Piper McLean and Selena Beauregard pineing

Love striking

They say it don't twice

Zeus lightning

Can't fight me

I'm part of the big three

Holy trinity

This my house of hades

And my Mount Olympus

Gay Pride like Nico brown Hazel but I'm still deep though

A lil king of the underworld a lil king of the mainstream

Poseidon with the triton

Seafoam rise up

Pegasi fly up!

Call Blackjack when you need a favor

And he'll pull up

Wait while I tend the fire

Hestia

Didn't your mother ever tell you not to get next to ya

Flame

Retardants

Come bombarding my city

I'll hit you with the grace of Jason and Thalia

And in case you thank that's not enough

Following ya

Will be two satyrs: one Glees9n, one Grover

A cyclops named Tyson who can AND will roll you over

A wooden plank to short to fuse from my man Zhang Frank

And frankly that should be enough

But my Mrs. O'Leary is teary eyed if I don't take her on the ride

So come try to take a bite out of this crime

Hellhound! Sick em!

Raisin' wild flowers like Demeter

This my pen's call of the wild, Pan

So don't sleep on me hypnosis

Or I promise I'll unleash The Mother Wrath of Hera

I'm half Mr. Alias Nightmare / M.A.N.

And half demisexual demigod

Hm, how kind of odd?

Call me Jude PoetAll

Lupe

Phillip, Fenix, Felix, or Felipe

A novelist I am, ots obvious

So I guess I'm Jarel with the dot

All alter egos on spot

That's why all I ever need is my Kid Ink

And I promise this imagination station will NEVER stop

So here I go

Until the next time I need to swing MY Riptide

Ima sign it with

The Last Olympian

@story.

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