DisqualifiedHuman - Hello Poetry

T he memories always play back to haunt me. R ummaging through a stack of vinyl records at Amoeba. A nxiety finds its favorite record to play, speed up my heart rate... start the mosh pit. U nderneath that pit, a prisoner sits. M ay there come a day when freedom wins. A nd until that day comes let the record play.

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Dec 11, 2021

Dec 11, 2021 at 2:41 AM UTC

DisqualifiedHuman

T R A U M A

T he memories always play back to haunt me. R ummaging through a stack of vinyl records at Amoeba. A nxiety finds its favorite record to play, speed up my heart rate... start the mosh pit. U nderneath that pit, a prisoner sits. M ay there come a day when freedom wins. A nd until that day comes let the record play.

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Today you were told one truth. Today you were also told two lies. The world is flat... gremlins steal your socks... you have cancer. None of these are true! I know that the world is round... I know my missing socks are underneath the couch... I know I don't have cancer... ...I couldn't? ...I shouldn't? I've never smoked, How! I've never done drugs, Why! I am a good person, Right? I did all the things you are supposed to do, so obviously the gremlins stole my socks since they aren't under my couch. Life can be cruel, as it is beautiful. That flourishing flower from yesterday that you plucked for it's beauty... weathers today. Your life is a message, what will yours be? I lived. I loved. I cried. I lied. I died.

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Dec 6, 2021

Dec 6, 2021 at 1:33 PM UTC

DisqualifiedHuman

One Truth and Two Lies

Today you were told one truth. Today you were also told two lies. The world is flat... gremlins steal your socks... you have cancer. None of these are true! I know that the world is round... I know my missing socks are underneath the couch... I know I don't have cancer... ...I couldn't? ...I shouldn't? I've never smoked, How! I've never done drugs, Why! I am a good person, Right? I did all the things you are supposed to do, so obviously the gremlins stole my socks since they aren't under my couch. Life can be cruel, as it is beautiful. That flourishing flower from yesterday that you plucked for it's beauty... weathers today. Your life is a message, what will yours be? I lived. I loved. I cried. I lied. I died.

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We all are unique magicians From a painter to a nurse To a poet that writes a verse We create it in our own way To brighten up somebody's day We may all not have mind blowing tricks Though our goodness still sticks Our efforts never go unnoticed And we don't make use of hypnosis We all are created for a specific use Each with our own personal muse We all are unique magicians And we will fulfill our missions

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DisqualifiedHuman

Aug 13, 2021

Aug 13, 2021 at 2:47 PM UTC

Akshi-WordsFlow

The Magician

We all are unique magicians From a painter to a nurse To a poet that writes a verse We create it in our own way To brighten up somebody's day We may all not have mind blowing tricks Though our goodness still sticks Our efforts never go unnoticed And we don't make use of hypnosis We all are created for a specific use Each with our own personal muse We all are unique magicians And we will fulfill our missions

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My demons can't get out of my head, They yell so hard I'm nearly dead. So many voices, which one do I follow? The loudest one is full of sorrow... I'm not myself at the moment, Or is my true self restrained by torment?

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Apr 16, 2021

Apr 16, 2021 at 7:00 PM UTC

DisqualifiedHuman

The Sound Of Torment

My demons can't get out of my head, They yell so hard I'm nearly dead. So many voices, which one do I follow? The loudest one is full of sorrow... I'm not myself at the moment, Or is my true self restrained by torment?

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