EasonBrooks - Hello Poetry

I can write about twelve of them but not about one Three go to sadness one goes to fun one goes to anger one goes to idiots one goes to rush two go to happiness one goes to floaters one goes to stoicism the one I can't write about is Joy- it's always hidden

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Apr 25

Apr 25, 2026 at 8:13 PM UTC

13 Ways of Looking at Life

I can write about twelve of them but not about one Three go to sadness one goes to fun one goes to anger one goes to idiots one goes to rush two go to happiness one goes to floaters one goes to stoicism the one I can't write about is Joy- it's always hidden

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what a waste of time fun in the moment Joy can not climb love is a hill go down from the bedroom and read are you listening still love is a skill best in mediation like a drug, prescribed by some shadowy, scrunching, salesman bent on levitation what a waste of time all alone and on your own moan moan what a waste of time

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Apr 14

Apr 14, 2026 at 8:45 PM UTC

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what a waste of time fun in the moment Joy can not climb love is a hill go down from the bedroom and read are you listening still love is a skill best in mediation like a drug, prescribed by some shadowy, scrunching, salesman bent on levitation what a waste of time all alone and on your own moan moan what a waste of time

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"For I am going to do something in your days that you would not believe, even if you were told." Some fight to be remembered. Some slip, and tumble downwards. The path of the rough hill- of jagged thistle. that they plow through and blow thistle to us all a pain we must remember better then a fight.

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Apr 7

Apr 7, 2026 at 6:53 PM UTC

thistle

"For I am going to do something in your days that you would not believe, even if you were told." Some fight to be remembered. Some slip, and tumble downwards. The path of the rough hill- of jagged thistle. that they plow through and blow thistle to us all a pain we must remember better then a fight.

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in the time of the perfect map the sails have been set but I don't know where I'm going yet over the waves I float as the map tells me more not daring yet, to reach for my oar for if my oar hits the ocean wrong or if my eagerness too strong gone, gone with the map gone, gone with the peace gone, gone is the silence, my centerpiece across the strait, perhaps is a perfect golden isle but some other will find it soon as I follow the file what could be forgiven if i threw the map into the deep depths of the water from the deepest solitude?

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Mar 26

Mar 26, 2026 at 8:15 PM UTC

perfect map

in the time of the perfect map the sails have been set but I don't know where I'm going yet over the waves I float as the map tells me more not daring yet, to reach for my oar for if my oar hits the ocean wrong or if my eagerness too strong gone, gone with the map gone, gone with the peace gone, gone is the silence, my centerpiece across the strait, perhaps is a perfect golden isle but some other will find it soon as I follow the file what could be forgiven if i threw the map into the deep depths of the water from the deepest solitude?

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But such a feeling Can not be put into words. So why should I try?

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Mar 17

Mar 17, 2026 at 8:26 PM UTC

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But such a feeling Can not be put into words. So why should I try?

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The first spring rain patters softly on the glass until a quiet settles with no gradual courtesy and all you hear is a faraway gutter carrying all winter's ice and snow away and a drawling fan of constant hope

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Mar 12

Mar 12, 2026 at 4:35 PM UTC

The first spring rain

The first spring rain patters softly on the glass until a quiet settles with no gradual courtesy and all you hear is a faraway gutter carrying all winter's ice and snow away and a drawling fan of constant hope

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The man seems only happy to explain "In our world" he said, glancing quickly at the judge "we don't let those people meet with others" He pointed at a group of white-clad men in the corner "These scientists have found it shuts them down quick, quick and easy thats what I like to say. Just gotta take everything they love" The bald man laughs.

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Mar 5

Mar 5, 2026 at 4:16 PM UTC

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The man seems only happy to explain "In our world" he said, glancing quickly at the judge "we don't let those people meet with others" He pointed at a group of white-clad men in the corner "These scientists have found it shuts them down quick, quick and easy thats what I like to say. Just gotta take everything they love" The bald man laughs.

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There's a curtain between us, me and you So what else could I do? but build it up till the red bricks stretch to the white clouds and you can't tell them apart. What happened to my people on the other side? What happened since we had to hide from their yacht club? Their towering windows from here to the shroud? and you can't tell it apart. I had to break the windowpane to build the wall Are they still standing tall in their gilded dust? My tongue was salted, cut, and disallowed and you can't tell us apart anymore. We are the white clouds We are the bluebirds They are the red wall They are the black blur. and you can't tell us apart anymore. We are the mighty They are the proud We are the ready They are the loud. and you can't tell us apart anymore.

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Feb 8

Feb 8, 2026 at 9:17 PM UTC

Gilded Dust

There's a curtain between us, me and you So what else could I do? but build it up till the red bricks stretch to the white clouds and you can't tell them apart. What happened to my people on the other side? What happened since we had to hide from their yacht club? Their towering windows from here to the shroud? and you can't tell it apart. I had to break the windowpane to build the wall Are they still standing tall in their gilded dust? My tongue was salted, cut, and disallowed and you can't tell us apart anymore. We are the white clouds We are the bluebirds They are the red wall They are the black blur. and you can't tell us apart anymore. We are the mighty They are the proud We are the ready They are the loud. and you can't tell us apart anymore.

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Three doors in front of me? One leads to a chamber half full of poison half full of love one leads to a room with a bed where I will sleep forever and one leads to a hallway that winds and turns and ends up back in the same room to make the same choice five years later --- 1. The awful responsibility of will 2. The great sleep, the great dying 3. and the twitch, which is all temporary worship the twitch live the twitch the twitch is the god which shall i choose?

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Feb 4

Feb 4, 2026 at 7:10 PM UTC

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Three doors in front of me? One leads to a chamber half full of poison half full of love one leads to a room with a bed where I will sleep forever and one leads to a hallway that winds and turns and ends up back in the same room to make the same choice five years later --- 1. The awful responsibility of will 2. The great sleep, the great dying 3. and the twitch, which is all temporary worship the twitch live the twitch the twitch is the god which shall i choose?

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should I do it? should I not? like one bullet in a slot like one chance is all I've got like static on a dead channel like a boat twice as wide as a canal like a system of equations like a series of abrasions no solution (gotta divide by zero) (am I the hero?) all confusion should I do it? should I not?

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Feb 3

Feb 3, 2026 at 8:30 PM UTC

should I do it?

should I do it? should I not? like one bullet in a slot like one chance is all I've got like static on a dead channel like a boat twice as wide as a canal like a system of equations like a series of abrasions no solution (gotta divide by zero) (am I the hero?) all confusion should I do it? should I not?

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