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CL0WNPAWZ7
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Rex
PathStep 21 Compassion hearts780 Forum posts65 Forum upvotes158 Current upvotes158 Age GroupTeen Last activeSeptember, 2026 Member sinceDecember 12, 2025
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Hello. I'm Rex or if your more comfortable just call me clown, I go by he/him/they/them, I'm the local clown that's usually exhausted or uplifiting to be around. I love reading and baking.
If you need a poem written or to read talk to me and Ill cook one up on the spot. Just listen when I say no.
I'm heavily traumatized and trying to find a way out of my memories. Trans pride 🏳️‍⚧️♥
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A love poem to the wonderful man that I vow my heart to.
Poetry / by CL0WNPAWZ7
Last post
 June 9th
...See more The morning calls as the doves sing a marital tune. The fresh sound and smell of love in the air of a rose field. What a splendid sight? It smells fresh like a warm summer morning. There shall I love you under the fresh stars of my mind with a kiss of the light. I shall thank you for your kindness and time. My heart remains yours Meine Leibe. We are to flames that work and bind even when the time is tough and unmoving. I love you my dear<3 -Clown26 (06/07/26) @creativeScarf316
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Am I deserving of love?
Poetry / by CL0WNPAWZ7
Last post
 June 6th
...See more I'm a lost cause of the morning light my hands grasping the moon with a heavy mind. I hold and wish that he would fly his love to my heart, as I yowl and howl to the ever longing pain of sorrows. I cry my heart of beating cards. The crashes low and under, my blood cold and repeated. The glass windows surround and shroud my eyes of open light with a tinted darkness. I wish he would love me more, he does not mean to neglect my sorrowful heart, he is simply too busy to notice me, he is burning out from the work he is given. Yet he finds a love to kiss the wounds of your wrists that are healed and sharpened. I hope for a better tomorrow, future and present. -Clown26 06/05/26
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Is it exhaustion?
Poetry / by CL0WNPAWZ7
Last post
 May 29th
...See more Is it true exhaustion? Or is It the clock or life ticking by one minute at a time that I lay here in the harsh reality? Maybe it's one or another short jolts of pleasure or pleasing, with my mind maybe I'm never satisfied. I could be bigger better and less in harms way, but I stand like stone feeling the emptiness grow more deep, and confused. The feeling of snakes twisting in my stomach makes me chest tight the butterflies were replaced with the venom my mouth leaks. The feeling of never getting better is drowning and unbearing, how sickening of a taste to swallow the venom you were taught to spit out when times were tough. The taste bringing me to my knees as I clench my throat, the pain of it going down my throat talking to me through my mind. I choke up on the tears that drip down my face, maybe I'm. Here existing in a world of my making, why can I not cope? That is question for the next time. -Clown26 05/29/26
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The buzzing within ones head.
Poetry / by CL0WNPAWZ7
Last post
 June 1st
...See more Why does a sudden buzzing acquire before a crash. It's the mind saying it's done for the day and starts to crash they say. But in my mind the buzzing is a ever lasting sound. When the silence meets the morning eyes. When the buzzing continues the sound so dormant yet so loud. Tick tock tick tock. Is when my brain cries out like a clock. The beeping of noise chanting. Before a nightmare approaches and leaves me hurt and clueless. Before he reaches me and ruins my life again. The sin of blood dripping down my wrists red and beautiful as I pray to the gods. To take me alive to take my heart and give it away. The sin of beauty, yet Aphrodite blesses me with life. My body once pure turned red and rotten after the depths of hel reached me. The sins of others coat my white skin in a thick layer of skin. Tough skin doesn't mean playing nice. This stage holds one of another one of ones eyes that speak words of wisdom, cold grey eyes that tell a story of pain. Red hair that would leave others speachless and yearning for my natural hair. The way they wanna kiss and take my color leaving me blank with thoughts of hate and violence. Yet I'm living in a body that does not feel like it belongs to me Is this the end of my time sixteen with no where to go? Maybe I will know. Time runs quick when chasing the hare. The river of dreams ran thick with nightmares, the memories are flooded. And blurry. -Clown26 05/28/26
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The night causes issues.
Poetry / by CL0WNPAWZ7
Last post
 May 22nd
...See more Why does the sun kiss my hand with a greeting of a brighful morning when the night creeps by as I feel the air. Maybe my love will matter? I say to my shrouded mind. Why do I hurt so often? Why is there such a pain. As the night comforts me with a knowing grasp. His hands on my body like it did years ago? Yet here I am whining about the same cyclopedia that was already written. The night kisses my mouth with cold lips. What am I? If not a toy. My mind shribbles and shakes under the moonlight. As my mind turns hazy a dark phenomenon. The pain killer the pain induced standing there with a smile. As my paper white skin glistens with color of red. Before it crests and turns faded The incline of the slice the painful sharp edges drink my paper skin into it's teeth. As my consciousness fades into an obysmall mess. I wake up exhausted and hopeless. Maybe my episodes will end soonest when the sun rises. -Clown26 05/21/2026
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The reflection of my day
Poetry / by CL0WNPAWZ7
Last post
 May 14th
...See more Today was hard, harder then the rocks I've kicked in my life as the morning grew on so did my fear of what would come sooner or later, I kissed the sun good morning and goodnight as today sets arest, maybe I can kiss my lover goodnight as he tries his best to love me<3 -Clown26 05/13/26
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What is my purpose
Poetry / by CL0WNPAWZ7
Last post
 May 13th
...See more What is my purpose. Besides to bite the hand that feeds, it's my nature to fight but I stand cowardly. My instincts of fear betray the sense of pride. My eyes cannot bare the sorrow of my mind? Why should I be responsible of someones love if the episodes grow stronger and longer that leave me hanging breathlessly exhausted from trying to run? Trying to flee the mind that holds me with golden twine. On this stage of life that continues on a play of minds?Why do I deserve sympathy if the knife cuts paper? Why do I deserve the pulse of hope? If I cannot stand on two legs. Why should I forgive myself if I haven't done anything to deserve it?What is my purpose I say into a mirror of shrouded doubt.Why do people care for a traumatized boy like me? That deny ones hand because of the fear the holds me down by the throat. Am I deserved to live better if I give myself up just for one? My voice is silent as I scream my lungs unable to breathe from the choking of the air I once breathed, like a fish on land I shout in tears. I shall go, I do not know where or when but maybe some other lifetime I'll be loved the way I should. Be treated better then the life I was trot. -Clown26 05/12/26
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Heaven Kills.
Poetry / by CL0WNPAWZ7
Last post
 May 5th
...See more A make believe a false security under the light of people, a false god with a counterfeit ending. The greed of believers forcing their ideals into the hands of others. Telling others that a dead god loves them and then turning on the dime. Driving non believers into the grave while their high remains the phycosis of ones mind. The strict rules the *** they have created the *** that they contribute to even if they don't wanna admit it. Other believers cannot contribute to their gods when one god is supposed to be superior and good while he turned his back on his believers sending false miracles and *** to the ones that try to plea for a relief of the struggles he put upon them. The promise of a paradise. That will never come, the promise of the world if they followed strict. While it watches the creation of humanity with amuse. Counterfeit stories passed from generations of unwell minds, spreading the false hope of ones life. When in the end, the world spits fire -Clown26 05/03/36
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