Alan Massechusets

17. New on this app, beginner poet.DPS and Mauradrs fan. Sarcastic sometimes.

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INTRODUCTION

Hi, I'm Alan. New to this app but thought I'd do an intro as it seems to be what everyone is doing :) My main fandoms are The Hunger Games, Dps, The Outsiders, Aliens and the Marauders . I am a proud bisexual member of the lgbtqia+ community My hobbies include Writing, Creative Embroidery, Poetry, Ice Hockey, Skiing and Ice Carving I love David Bowie, The Beatles , Conan Gray, DJO, Abba and Kanye West I live in Dublin, Ireland and i recently bagged a job at Supermacs! What a fantastic step to becoming a journalist! Which is my dream job. I am a very sarcastic individual if you can't tell but I do really value poetry. Ever since i was a young lad, I felt drawn to the Swiss alps. I regulary compete in various competitions abroad , such as the 2022 annual ice pick and jump over the mountain competition, which I placed 3rd in despite being the only juvenille. I strive to be passionate and performative. I want to bring this into my work. I write and read peotry because I am a member of the human race. I am a big beliver in the fact that women should have a reduced timetable due to being cursed with a menstrual cycle, I believe all tampons and other various menstrual cycle biproducts should be free and readily availible to all women suffering from this condition. I start every morning with a healthy dose of hydrangea and rose matcha, carefully crafted from the finest tea leaves in Hokkaido, Japan. I get them shipped by a carrier pigeon as i don't believe in harming the enviroment for stupid reasons such as the dastardly shops Shein and Temu. I recently took part in the Timothee Chalamet lookalike competition in New York City.Unfortunately i did not win but it was a great experience nontheless. if anyoner hasve wuretsions? ask!

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Woah guys i sure loved the new heated rivalry episode! 😂 Let's go to the cottage am I right??

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Apologies in regard to my previous post, my twin brother Alon happend to stop by my PC and posted such a preposterous image in hopes of souring my good name.

I hastily approached him and made sure such hyperbole would not happen again. "Make haste ho!" I uttered to his scowling face, a reference to the play Julius Caesar written by Shakespeare that I do adore.

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A. ferocious beast, stricken by fear and guilt that rides up the icy mountain and strips all morals bare.

L. onely boy, a man who dreams of belonging in a crowd, a rough rouser who wants to find a place with sound.

A. poor soul that longs for no less than a connection, whether that be whiskey or matcha. Matcha derived from some dastardly place as Cavan leaves him with no other options.

N.ever afraid of what's to come, yet somewhat afraid of what came. Dwelling on the past like a dwindled gramophone that replays bad memories like a mocking jay.

Yes I am Alan ok

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I find that the universe speaks to you the most when you are at peace with yourself.

Its glorious soliloquies grace ny ears as I walk alone through nature

My home from home, the Alps, greets me like an old friend through its cold yet comforting winds and harsh yet kind snowfall.

My birth home, Cavan, speaks to me through the green fields on a frosty morning. The cows celebrate my arrival as the rain pours down.

The universe tells the best stories.

You can hear them by looking out for yourself.

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You don't just yodel.

You converse with the cosmos,your voice ricocheting off mountains like a philosophical tennis match.

People think it’s silly,but please… find me another art form,where your pain , comes back to you,improved.

remixed by nature herself.

Yodelling is duet with God,

and yet, somehow,nobody claps.But the wind knows .

The goats stared because they were jealous and susceptible to my yerralese dialect.

And the snow melted a tiny bit

from the sheer heat

of my vocal brilliance.

I yodel now. I am Alan

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He abandoned

Me.

He took his bags

And his money

And his dignity and got

The fuck out of my

Life

"You're too much," he said.

Too much

Too much

Too much

I repeat it in my head even though i

Cannot comprehend what he meant

I let the cold feeling sink

Deep into my bones

Bury me now, for i am frozen.

Do what you will, for i am a soulless, lifeless

Being with

No purpose.

Too much.

Too much.

Too much.

Too much too much too much too much

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“they forget i’m irish”by alan massechusets

they forget i’m irish

until i start crying in lowercase.

i told the bartender i write poetry. he said, “then why are you drinking it?”and i laughed too loud

because i thought it was profound.

the room keeps spinning like abba vinyl

and i’m trying to remember

if david bowie ever threw up gracefully.

Spectacles said i should eat something.

i said i’m full of feeling.

He said i’m full of shit

well. Hes not wrong.

i texted richard something about the blue-eyed devil and deleted it before he saw.

or maybe i didn’t.

depends on who you ask tomorrow.

the Alps would never do this to me.the snow at least pretends to stay still.

i raise my glass to nobody in particular and say muiceoil like it means “sorry.”

they forget i’m irish until the poetry starts

.

Noose

..

It's loose ..

Cad é Alan?

Ca bhfuil.. an Kaitlyn?

Is mise Alps.

That's what Ms. O'Sullivan taught me.

In cavan.

When I wasn't a drunk fool and wrote poetry like it was a drug.

I forget I'm Irish.

Because they forget.

Because I care what people think how proper I am how alanese I am.

My ginger latte spills like a pint.

I vanish on sight

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ɥɔnɯ ooʇ ʇou ɯɐ I

I⃣    a⃣   m⃣    n⃣   o⃣   t⃣    t⃣   o⃣   o⃣    m⃣   u⃣   c⃣   h⃣

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I⃞     a⃞    m⃞     n⃞    o⃞    t⃞     t⃞    o⃞    o⃞     m⃞    u⃞    c⃞    h⃞

🄸 🄰🄼 🄽🄾🅃 🅃🄾🄾 🄼🅄🄲🄷

ʜɔum ooƚ ƚoᴎ mɒ I

Ḯ̶̧̩͙̱̑̇ ̶̧͂̆͋̚ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥

𝕴 𝖆𝖒 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖙𝖔𝖔 𝖒𝖚𝖈𝖍

💗✎ 𝓘 ａм Ⓝσⓣ 𝐭Øㄖ ᗰ𝕌Ćн ♨♥

𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱

𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽

𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙

Ｉ ａｍ ｎｏｔ ｔｏｏ ｍｕｃｈ

꠸ ꪖꪑ ꪀꪮꪻ ꪻꪮꪮ ꪑꪊᥴꫝ

ꪱׁׅ ɑׁׅ֮ ꩇׁׅ݊ ꪀׁׅᨵׁׅtׁׅ tׁׅᨵׁׅᨵׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊υׁׅᝯׁhׁׅ֮

𝓘 𓂅﹆ ଘꕤᯅ ᯅꕤꕤ ﹆ꮺ✧⋈

ꀤ ꍏꂵ ꈤꂦ꓄ ꓄ꂦꂦ ꂵꀎꉓꃅ

✩ 🎀 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓃🌞𝓉 𝓉💞💞 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 🎀 ✩

ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ

ɥɔnɯ ooʇ ʇou ɯɐ I

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I⃞     a⃞    m⃞     n⃞    o⃞    t⃞     t⃞    o⃞    o⃞     m⃞    u⃞    c⃞    h⃞

🄸 🄰🄼 🄽🄾🅃 🅃🄾🄾 🄼🅄🄲🄷

ʜɔum ooƚ ƚoᴎ mɒ I

Ḯ̶̧̩͙̱̑̇ ̶̧̘̖͚̺͂̆͋̚͜ͅả̵͙̭͓̳͉̑̓͌͒́̑͆̚m̸̨̛̖̥͓̝̂̒̔̏͊̄̒̈̕ͅ ̴̢̢̹̝̅͊̈́̓͝ͅͅn̴̫̽o̵̧̩͇̮̱͍̖͔͓̓̿ͅt̴̲̥̪̾̉̈́̀̈́͆́́̚ ̷̢̨̟̼̻͚͚̠̺̼̈̿ţ̸͇̝̜͎̩͈̻͎͉͋̆͂̏̈́͝ơ̶̛̟̗̭̜̪͂̑̓̓̈́̌̕͘o̵̡̧̼̝͖̼̫͙̹͍͌͛̍̀̒̀͠ ̸̨͈̞̞̻̻͎̗̻̗̐͛̅̐͛̂̈́͝ḿ̷̛͔͈̥̙̯̜̋͛͂͒̓͗͗̕u̶̡͕͍̙͓̹͊̌̉̀̎̓̄͆͝͝c̸͓̟̱̱͚̔̽͒̈͆̐͗h̴̪̗̤̊̐̈́̑̃̾̂̈́̕

🅸 🅰🅼 🅽🅾🆃 🆃🅾🅾 🅼🆄🅲🅷

ᵢ ₐₘ ₙₒₜ ₜₒₒ ₘᵤcₕ

ᴵ ᵃᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ

Ⓘ ⓐⓜ ⓝⓞⓣ ⓣⓞⓞ ⓜⓤⓒⓗ

เ ค๓ ภ๏Շ Շ๏๏ ๓ยςђ

I αɱ ɳσƚ ƚσσ ɱυƈԋ

ɨ ǟʍ ռօȶ ȶօօ ʍʊƈɦ

Ꭵ ᏗᎷ ᏁᎧᏖ ᏖᎧᎧ ᎷᏬፈᏂ

ı ąɱ ŋơɬ ɬơơ ɱųƈɧ

i ค๓ ຖ໐t t໐໐ ๓น¢h

𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡

𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵

𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩

𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝

𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑

I ΛM ПӨƬ ƬӨӨ MЦᄃΉ

ι αм ησт тσσ мυ¢н

Ì åm ñð† †ðð mµ¢h

ł ₳₥ ₦Ø₮ ₮ØØ ₥Ʉ₵Ⱨ

丨 卂爪 几ㄖㄒ ㄒㄖㄖ 爪ㄩ匚卄

ﾉ ﾑﾶ 刀のｲ ｲのの ﾶひᄃん

【I】 【a】【m】 【n】【o】【t】 【t】【o】【o】 【m】【u】【c】【h】

『I』 『a』『m』 『n』『o』『t』 『t』『o』『o』 『m』『u』『c』『h』

≋I≋ ≋a≋m≋ ≋n≋o≋t≋ ≋t≋o≋o≋ ≋m≋u≋c≋h≋

░I░ ░a░m░ ░n░o░t░ ░t░o░o░ ░m░u░c░h░

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ I am not too much ♥

Ｉ　ａｍ　ｎｏｔ　ｔｏｏ　ｍｕｃｈ　メ印煙者こ

Ｉ░ａｍ░ｎｏｔ░ｔｏｏ░ｍｕｃｈ　（メ印煙者こ）

【Ｉ　ａｍ　ｎｏｔ　ｔｏｏ　ｍｕｃｈ】

˜”*°•.˜”*°• I am not too much •°*”˜.•°*”˜

[̲̅I] [̲̅a][̲̅m] [̲̅n][̲̅o][̲̅t] [̲̅t][̲̅o][̲̅o] [̲̅m][̲̅u][̲̅c][̲̅h]

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I am f

Fucking mourning the wicked.

Please. Comeback

To me

I needy

Yo u caneron

I am drowning ny sorrows

In cheap wine

Asi am too clas

Sy

For beer please come back

Cameron k am mourinjng eht wikced

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I yearn for the Swiss Alps.

Those peaks hold the key to my happiness,

The answer to my soul's

Questions

And the fountain that I gain my youth and life

From.

I need to be near those glistening, glossy

Peaks where i can be

Free of all my burdens.

Free of my job.

Free of school.

Free of...

...

Yes.

I need to be in the alps.

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I yearn for the Swiss Alps.

Those peaks hold the key to my happiness,

The answer to my soul's

Questions

And the fountain that I gain my youth and life

From.

I need to be near those glistening, glossy

Peaks where i can be

Free of all my burdens.

Free of my job.

Free of school.

Free of...

...

Yes.

I need to be in the alps.

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Burnt out motherfucker with his Nepo baby money

Future coke head dropping dimes on every street with his fucking red Chevrolet and his party beats

The Alps they call yet it's not enough

Money's tough and the record is below

What I call my standard, a standard that i hone.

My name is Alan I can't lose control if I tie that noose everything will blow

Up in my face and away from the chainsThat keep the greasy spoon and it's motherfucking veins.

The Alps are tall and I can't reach I can't grow taller if the ceiling stays low and money stays below.

The bank man calls and he says he's real worried that I can't

Understand a

single word

he says.

I have to grow toooo fast and the ceiling won't keep up with me.

How much longer will I last?

The noose will alert the gossip column and my reputation won't last

I can't last

The Alps won't last

I come last

I am Alan

I must work fast

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Frank Sinatra.

The words of your songs

Resonate deeply with

My tortured,

Soul.

I thank thee for

Bringing your art to

The world.

But alas, I shall

Not dwell on the melodies of

Your symphonies for

Much longer.

Although your songs bring

Out the most creative parts

Of my soul,

I must go.

The noose.

Is...

...

..

.

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It is coming.

The noose shall not be looser for much longer, my loyal friends.

This shall mark the beginning of a new age.

A

New

Age

For

Us

All

Without my man, marron.

Cameron, how i miss thee.

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i drink mornings in rose matcha and irony,counting freckles like stars that got tired of shining

.the alps still write to me in frozen postcards ,wish you were colder.

i came third in a mountain jump once,but first in pretending it meant something.

my embroidery thread smells like poetry and burnt tea.the ink bleeds through,the way truth does

when you don’t give it permission.

they call me fake,but it’s not fake if i mean the performance.

even bowie glittered when he cried.

there’s supermacs grease on my notebook,and richard’s name in the margin,Alps laughing at something i said about the blue-eyed devil.

it’s not that i love drama.it’s that i refuse to live without a plot.Meaningless existences, frighten me more than the warmth.