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"uncomfortably" poems

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45 Miles ApartLaying in my bed curled up / Acid in my throat because I didn’t eat / Clenching my fists around my blankets because I can’t sleep

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NemesisDevilish torment -- her body is my lament. / She crawls beneath the cracks and finds / The dark cellar, where my "worst" ferments.

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Flaming SoulFeelings, the treasure of ones heart, / A flame, cast ablaze by the purity of righteousness, warm alike sunlight, yet not as burning or uncomfortably hot if exposed too long, / As embracing, as a motherly tugging hug, full of love and dearness,

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Today at the train station (A Psychopath's Restraint)Today at the train station / A stranger came up to me / And asked for directions.

@thomas-newlove22

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home is a feelinghome isn’t just a structure - / brick and water aren’t symbols, / they don’t reflect trust or

@shaunnaerica24

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****** Harassment 101I was on my way to a party / Dressed in heels and a crop top / When I entered the corner store

@ashleynicole49

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Dentistleaning uncomfortably backwards / on the dentist chair / mouth gaping, strange

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HALF A POUND OF INSOMNIA WITH A LARGE DOLLOP OF TIREDNESS ON TOPHALF A POUND OF INSOMNIA WITH A LARGE DOLLOP OF TIREDNESS ON TOP / Sleep lies languidly / upon the chaise longue.

@donall-dempsey51

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Rejection SeatWalk onto a stage called life / and take a look around. / There's much to be found in such a small space,

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Art MuseumGo to an art museum / Pretend you understand / Nod along with what others are saying

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ScarecrowI was a shirt filed with straw and rags. / Pants that hang loose. Jeans cuffed pinned uncomfortably. / Nothing to think of; a hat filled with straw.

@kewayne-wadley22

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StargazingWe traced the constellations / (Or what we imagined we saw) / Gods’ fingernail and shooting stars

@TonguesOfOthers12

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Another Trip Around the SunToday is the anniversary of another trip around the sun for the woman I love more than any other. / Happy Birthday to my mother, Elise / who drew me a picture of the female reproductive system

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the tourneyif you drill down, / past the hair, / flesh and bone.

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The Holy OnesThe Holy Ones / I want to shove socks in my pants, so it looks like I have one of those Italian-line painting ***** I want to do it when I go to the grocery store so fourteen-year olds and thirty-year olds alike stare at my junk as it fills the stitches of my pelvic arena, I want to make eye contact with mothers and grandmothers, brothers and dads as they shift uncomfortably in those handicap battery powered carts that are reserved for the handicapped but are often only used by the near-morbidly obese, near because they’re not quite dead yet, morbid because they can’t help but imagining my **** sliding past their tongue and what it feels like as the tip pushes past their uvula and they gasp for air through their nose because they’ve never had a **** like this in their mouth before. This would be my **** **** This would have me making lists of adult film star names for film star jobs I’d never take because I’d be busy making lists of phone numbers, the college girls I’d have my pick of ******* and the mothers and grandmothers who I’d be happily turning away from while I select my own organic radishes from the produce department at the specialty market on Vine. This **** is better than a rolled up wrapped stack of hundreds or the leather jacket I had in high school, it’d be better than when I walked down Michigan Ave in Umbro Valentino donning a Parisian accent, I can see me having to buy new briefs just to make room for this **** And my own **** getting jealous of the girth I’d be faking it’d swell up, and in the middle of ordering my four-pump Vanilla Almond milk Latte from Starbucks my gray wool socks would fall to the floor, and up from the band of my Acne Jeans would bulge the tip, just the tip, like she said when I was in college, or just the tip like I said when I just needed to feel something other than how emotionally wrecked you made me feel when you told me not to touch you anymore. You ****** me up righteously. And still, 380 women later, I’m ****** up and I don’t have a single pair of socks to wear

@martin-narrod2

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Living uncomfortablyMy mind tickles, / My heart itches, / it is crawling on my skin

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High Quality Plastic EraserSometimes, when I walk alone / My mind drudges up past mistakes / Past embarrassment, past awkwardness.

@sonja-eliason29

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TasteMust is a memory of the cellar. / My grandfather would sleep down there when they spent the night. / Me, not really keeping him company,

@andrew-furst11

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ConstellationsYour arms and legs are the sky / Full of formations of stars / That used to be clear

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MedicatedAll the thoughts are still there / Every memory / Every emotion

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Alcoholics, and something to loseI remember an old guy he was an alcoholic hospitalized with me, he used to cut his cigarette filter so it guests stronger, I do the same sometimes, I wonder what he’s doing now. When we used to ask him he used to say “I’m already messed up there’s nothing left to ruin” I wonder if he’s okay now if he finally has something to ruin, I wonder if I do too, and then I remember you. I remember your eyes looking at me like I’m the only thing that matters in this universe, I remember, how u could know if I was asleep or pretending to avoid a conversation, you said my eyes smiled when I fell asleep, I dont know what you meant by that, but it made me smile. I remember you proposing to me with a pine cone, and promising me you will do it again one day, but for real. I remember spending two days locked in a car with you, you were worried about me, you wouldn’t leave, we slept uncomfortably, but we were still comfortable cuz I was in your arms and you were in mine. / I remember dancing with you in the er as we waited for me to be admitted, it was cringy and cheesy but I didn’t care, in your arms the only thing I care for is you. I remember your lips on mine and how they tasted, I remember how the universe exploded but disappeared at the same time when you kissed me for the first time. I remember when You pinned me me against the wall and kissed me as if I was the only running river in a drought. I remember the flowers I sent you and how you keep them, I remember how u put my birthday gift in a box filled with those same flowers that you dried, it was a necklace a ring with wings, it was a promise. A promise that one day, we’ll have everything, we’ll have a house with a garden, and cats, so many cats, one day we’ll have kids and I’ll tell them how much their dad loved their mom, that’s how they’ll learn what love really is, one day we will have something to ruin, we will have everything to ruin, but we won’t

@hidden_and_forbidden2

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The Tale of The Poet Who Took Death by Jaguarthe Sun’s about to set, / I can hear Jaguars in the uncomfortably near distance, / and I’m thinking they can come and get me I'm ready,

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I've Been Sleeping For Too Long (first draft)So, what if I told you / reality is the dream. / Are you prepared for the

@noah-a-baker44

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AddictionSadness isn't just one emotion / it's a blanket / that warms the others

@jayme-m-yaroch76

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factsit's not a problem when there's nothing to sweat, / the humidity between your fingers only exists if you let it. / disconnection from socialization is nothing immoral, more than anything, it's probable.

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