Colephon

Cole ▫️ They/them ▫️ pessimist who’s pitifully bad at prose ▫️ don’t know where I am either the art block goes wild

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Colephon

Cole ▫️ They/them ▫️ pessimist who’s pitifully bad at prose ▫️ don’t know where I am either the art block goes wild

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Some Things Change

Colephon

1 min read

_The Ark_

You used to wanna be a fashion designer,

Now you walk in trios like mean girls remade

With besties who talk shit behind your back,

As you complain to me about how they behave.

You used to lie with me atop

a floor of pillows,

We’d sleep for hours into the afternoon.

Now you wear makeup,

Highlights in straightened hair

and no longer visit my room.

And we don’t talk but

I want you to kno...

Poetry

Mystery

Oh Hell

Colephon

1 min read

It’s easy to get lost in the underworld,

In the styles of darkness and bone.

It’s easy to immerse yourself in its magic,

Forgetting the place you called home.

It’s easy to feel drawn to a different path,

Coaxed to a life not your own.

It’s easy to want to validate your wrath,

Even if it comes with a tombstone.

It’s easy, so easy, to dig yourself deep

In the pits that Hell can provide.

But believ...

Poetry

Drama

My Grandma Never Told Me

Colephon

1 min read

My grandmother always told me

She loved me

But I never listened.

And now that she’s dead,

I can never be forgiven.

I wonder how she thought of me,

I wonder how she felt,

I wonder was she lonely,

Or content in her hell.

For she treated my mother like

A child of another,

Had her beaten apart by her own older brother,

Made her quit her job for a stranger’s wedding,

Attacked her character in every ...

Poetry

Drama

New Start

Colephon

1 min read

I guess I’m out of practice,

But conversation flowed so easy

I got to know another one

Without worrying if he even sees me.

He’s ambiguous with gender

Critical in his thoughts

He has relationship experience

But emotional connection’s what he sought.

He likes Southern food

Though I can’t agree.

He enjoys playing games

In good company.

He drove me up an hour

To drive back the same alone

We sang ...

Poetry

Romance

Sitting In a VC

Colephon

1 min read

Sitting in a vc

At 9am,

We’re braining a storm

While wracking our heads.

A lyric,

A sonnet,

A bunch of regrets;

That string of words

That’ll make them mesh.

You’ve got tidbits of concepts

Such cruel irony,

Attempting a poem while

Sitting in a vc.

From transcribing

to hyperbolizing,

There’s options galore;

Keep the similes in line,

Take the routine

thesaurus tour.

Sift phrases from the trash,

...

Poetry

Intimacy

Colephon

1 min read

I miss the days of easy intimacy

When I could step out of class and right into an embrace,

When lunchtimes could be spent with an easy arm over my shoulder,

When free moments came with hair ruffles

And cuddle puddles atop beanbags.

Giggles in the air, shuffling to get comfortable, until

The rest.

I miss that tranquility of intimacy.

When a hand would trace slow circles on my knee,

When fingers wo...

Poetry

Nondisclosure Disagreement

Colephon

1 min read

The pin dropped.

“HOW _COULD_ YOU?!” Her arms flew in the air, slamming the door behind them as she took menacing steps toward him across the tiled floor.

“I didn’t know!” Hands held in surrender as he hid his face from her glare.

“How could you not know!” She seethed under her breath, suddenly remembering they weren’t the only ones in the building.

Her eyes held a fire he had only ever seen ...

Drama

Western

Across Each Spider-Verse

Colephon

1 min read

Close enough to touch,

They swung and flew,

She danced,

He drew,

But the space only grew,

Until universes stood between them.

Unable to see or hear,

Much less fly,

The entwining of their lives

the consequence of one spider.

A web far out of their control...

Poetry

YA fiction

What is there to say

Colephon

1 min read

What is there to say

About us?

Nothing,

Except for the days of shared earbuds and music and laughs

In all those mornings, or even in class,

Or the time we ran together through the rain,

You held my glasses in your sweater as I embraced the pain

Of being blind

Because I didn’t think that you’d ever leave me behind.

Or when you held me close and I wished you’d never let go

Every one of my feelin...

Poetry

Drama

Tried and True

Colephon

1 min read

If it’s what you say

It must be true,

So go on, feel free,

Say all the things that you want to.

I’ll just sit here,

Eyes open but

mouth sewn and zipped,

Because god forbid

I call you out on your shit.

If I utter a single word to refute,

Press unmute,

Dare to look you in the eye,

I’m met with uproar—

Or worse, dead silence.

Like “fuck, they ruined

the goddamn party again,

Would’ve been fun

if ...

Poetry

Drama