Collections
collections of monologues, poetry, short fiction, misshapen novels, and a whole lot of introspective trauma dumped onto the page
Open House: Monologues and Poems
Open House is a walking tour of the inside of a person's brain, as told through a series of monologues and poems. It's a deeply personal work for me, chronicling fears, discomforts, the things inside my head I wish would vacate it. And yet, however, you might never know just what is true, and what's all just the realtor's deception.
Know Yourself Better, So You Can Freak Out More
A Starter Pack for When You Suddenly Want to Date Again
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Through three pieces of poetry and an extended piece of prose, watch me come untangled when I am forced to examine myself, my flaws, and why I consider myself a mess and a mess to date. Sincerest apologies if you walk away from this feeling like I have exposed my soul too loudly, but sometimes there is such a thrill in the quiet kid starting to scream.
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[dated: 10/09/23. sometimes a romantic relationship comes and goes.]
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The Gentoo Project
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A tangled assortment of novel openings...if one author couldn't commit to writing one novel, or even getting past the first five thousand or so words of writing one. A hodge-podge amalgamation of novel ideas from yours truly.
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Ten concepts. Ten novel openings. A whole lot of creative expression.
POETRY FOR MY BOYS
a small poetry collection
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in dress up, I unpack the end of a recent breakup.
in my depression, I unpack how having a better understanding of my depression impacts how I see myself, and my life.
in all I do is think about the inevitable, I unpack the fear of this inevitable...that I will be the one to push everyone away, eventually.
in LOVE LETTERS, I hopefully don't embarrass myself.
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a lot of unpacking for someone so strewn on the floor already.
PEOPLE ONCE THOUGHT I HAD POTENTIAL
yet another self-expose.
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I wrote this because I wanted to be proud of myself for something.
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All joking aside, People Once Thought I Had Potential by Keeley Young is an amalgamation of perception. I wanted to express parts of the last four or five years (and beyond) that will never come out in an official autobiography because I’ll never be famous.
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Deeply honest, unhinged, but hopefully insightful.