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i try and speak to the child with in you

for the adult

is warped and misconstrued

with a social attitude
break it?

it is hard to can,

your ego is there, telling you what to realize, man.


it really is that simple.

you think i have this great imagination, only because; neverrmined the spelling.
 
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fuck, man.

fucking awesome.

favourite piece for ages.
 
oh to have a heated cupboard, with pizza slices in the drawers

instead, there is an empty box, which did hold pizza, on my much needed to be vacuumed floor

oh to have a heated cupboard, with pizza slices

in the drawers

_________
bows out gracefully into a wall
 
its alright

you’re better than you think
cuz, even when your sight’s a bit glazed
theres always someone who sees with eyes that don’t blink.
don’t worry, no need to stay dazed
(even though it feels good at night)


its okay

things that are true don’t just slip away
the truth isn’t your mirror
life doesn’t work that way
it takes time to get clearer
(you need to let go and look away)
 
something is always something, and you were always that, how else could it of ever been

again and again

keeping what's in is to me the most unforgiven.
 
I keep a feather as a bookmark
For my thoughts drift the same
Farther then what's in sight
seeing more of what is in front
Never the same

Looking at can be looking into
towards whom ever or what ever else is near you
Knowing what is inside
is knowing more of what is true
 
In an avenue of misery,
Apples now taste sour,
Tortured with life,
Tempted with death.
 
i understand now

the average person does what they must to get by

and i am the average person, no different from you

but recently, i've been thinking different, like i'm better

and i apologize

and now i realize, there is no shame in admitting;

i'm like you

and i'll do what i need to do

just to get by.

edit: I fuckin' love words and everyone who posts in it! Thank you so much for being here! =D
 
I cannot swallow this pill
You are giving me,
It is far too big,
A tablet for a horse,
To be sure!

What dosage did you take?
It erased all your faith,
The hope that you held,
That caused you unspeakable pain,
For so many years,
The hope that one day,
We'd find a mechanic,
Who could replace all of,
The faulty parts,
That keep us glued together.
 
(all submissions that were clearly too long to qualify for this thread have been merged into the no-rules thread... if you want to post a poem or a story that is longer than two hundred characters, or shorter than one hundred, go here: Post Random Stories & Poems Here!)
 
i been sitting here, going on half o' the mother fucking day
wherever you been sitting the length o' your delays
ain't got nothing clockwork on my deams
got them half-erect ambiguoblues

like Black Mohawk's got
a team
 
Merrily we go 'round nothing
Consulting circles, self-accountants
Listing assets, balancing, off-setting...
Merry go round

Blue stains
Afterbirth marks
Love me, nowhere
And so do you
 
I can feel it coming
It’s already at the door
No knocks, yet I feel its presence
Boiling, and seeping through the cracks
Escaping the clutches of sanity
How am I supposed to feel now?
Alone, staring darkness in the face
And smiling…
 
constant change (around)
the center
chaos
defining the opposing sides
almost intolerable at times
spledid at others
years of mental toil
for wealth non- material
 
the distance between us,
increasing,

as i hurtle away from childhood
towards old age.

from birth to death,
in this reverse life.

your memory gaining strength
as it fades.

our future children:
conceived by past; erased by present.
 
mystic letterbox up inside the tree
beyond the gulls and the molemen
lingering on the border
between our worlds

cavalry in the clouds
upside the blue sky
beyond the seasons and the weather
where dead letters settle down to die
 
i won't learn mortality till i die
i love my fear of death
it convinces me i am alive
invertebrates don't require wheelchairs
they have slime they slither
lungs bleeding into my cereal
bone forcing it's way through skin

…

happy happy joy joy
happy happy joy

life is beautiful
and so am i

happy happy joy joy
happy happy joy

i am worthwhile
i am valuable

…

what does a suicide note do?
is it elegantly written?
is that an expectation?
are you supposed to be honest,
or try to minimize the impact on others?
i wrote “my bad, i soiled life,” forever after.

good enough.
 
a snowy tigers paws
claws sharp enough to cut and tare
pitter and patter gently, waltzing across and over the many distinctions of cold harshness
laid-end in each unique sparkle of captured water

frozen in time
melted essence to be given once again
fresh water for each willow and oak or, as many as you can imagine, trees.

a snow owl drifts amongst these harsh conditions
a branch
so fragile holds the evolution of natures bounty to land and depend upon
 
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