GoodMorningGod - Hello Poetry

Step outside Smokem if you gottem Best friend in Tennessee Chose the brand He said he liked the label on the carton Deep breath, February air Meant more, younger Long nights shared. A cluttered yard Biodegradables They don't last All you see are the plastics Birthday balloon; Chewed up whiffle bat A doll's brush Words you can't take back Locally produced Plastic bags Trampoline coil Deep, forgotten yearning An oil filter a face you can't place Arm to an awning Promises over boxed wine a half-buried piece of aluminum foil Forgotten pleasures Sunken costs A lid to Streamer Sponsored applesauce Busy thoughts left inside. Noone visits. Please don't mind. Clean screens Don't disturb the dust on top A drone feeds the kids Streamer-sponsored Applesauce Content, entertained Little blue-lit faces. Will never know what's lost. After all, Free Applesauce And all that's left are plastics.

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Feb 20

Feb 20, 2026 at 12:14 PM UTC

GoodMorningGod

Free Applesauce

Step outside Smokem if you gottem Best friend in Tennessee Chose the brand He said he liked the label on the carton Deep breath, February air Meant more, younger Long nights shared. A cluttered yard Biodegradables They don't last All you see are the plastics Birthday balloon; Chewed up whiffle bat A doll's brush Words you can't take back Locally produced Plastic bags Trampoline coil Deep, forgotten yearning An oil filter a face you can't place Arm to an awning Promises over boxed wine a half-buried piece of aluminum foil Forgotten pleasures Sunken costs A lid to Streamer Sponsored applesauce Busy thoughts left inside. Noone visits. Please don't mind. Clean screens Don't disturb the dust on top A drone feeds the kids Streamer-sponsored Applesauce Content, entertained Little blue-lit faces. Will never know what's lost. After all, Free Applesauce And all that's left are plastics.

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Innaturale non omne malum; malum innaturale omne. Not all that is unnatural is evil, but all that is evil is unnatural.

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Nov 24, 2025

Nov 24, 2025 at 3:59 PM UTC

GoodMorningGod

Fallacy, naturally.

Innaturale non omne malum; malum innaturale omne. Not all that is unnatural is evil, but all that is evil is unnatural.

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Ideals You do things the right way You have your ideals. Your principals You dress the way you dress Say the words you want to hear They do not have the answers I watch their feet I match their steps I wear a tie, meet their stares and dare not blink first I do not learn from heartache and match the cufflinks on their shirts They do not have the answers You have your protest I take what I need, forfeit sleep Take pause that they won't notice I learned they smile when I repeat scripture from a Bible You have the right way I have right now, survival

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Apr 21, 2025

Apr 21, 2025 at 10:39 PM UTC

GoodMorningGod

Ideals

Ideals You do things the right way You have your ideals. Your principals You dress the way you dress Say the words you want to hear They do not have the answers I watch their feet I match their steps I wear a tie, meet their stares and dare not blink first I do not learn from heartache and match the cufflinks on their shirts They do not have the answers You have your protest I take what I need, forfeit sleep Take pause that they won't notice I learned they smile when I repeat scripture from a Bible You have the right way I have right now, survival

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Thirty days tomorrow, a slightly disheveled gait. And the debt to be paid In waking to the painful knowing That noone wants closure. It's waking every day. Waking sober.

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Aug 17, 2022

Aug 17, 2022 at 11:39 PM UTC

GoodMorningGod

Sobriety is Easy

Thirty days tomorrow, a slightly disheveled gait. And the debt to be paid In waking to the painful knowing That noone wants closure. It's waking every day. Waking sober.

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Woke up and made my way to the shore. Take a seat. I'll never find where I rested before. Only one new change not in mind but heart. All knowing. A hand touches my shoulder.

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May 22, 2021

May 22, 2021 at 9:14 AM UTC

GoodMorningGod

Biloxi

Woke up and made my way to the shore. Take a seat. I'll never find where I rested before. Only one new change not in mind but heart. All knowing. A hand touches my shoulder.

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What do I want? Spare my soul to adventure An enlightened child, Playing dress up as mentor Denying my hand Casts doubts on my words No wager to fold Fated souls might endure She will be beautiful.

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Mar 11, 2021

Mar 11, 2021 at 4:12 AM UTC

GoodMorningGod

To Call You Must Let Go

What do I want? Spare my soul to adventure An enlightened child, Playing dress up as mentor Denying my hand Casts doubts on my words No wager to fold Fated souls might endure She will be beautiful.

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I use to look at your picture every day. Then four times a week. As of tomorrow, I'll have almost made two weeks. A long time passed. Excruciating. I'm not OK They pay me to be. I planted tulips last spring. They weren't for you, But I thought they could be. The tulips bloomed again Three red, one yellow. As bright as your carnation On prom night yellow. The tulips bloomed too early Hence the wilting. I said I'd pull the weeds and tend. It's almost been two weeks. Excruciating.

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Apr 10, 2020

Apr 10, 2020 at 2:26 AM UTC

GoodMorningGod

Yellow Carnation

I use to look at your picture every day. Then four times a week. As of tomorrow, I'll have almost made two weeks. A long time passed. Excruciating. I'm not OK They pay me to be. I planted tulips last spring. They weren't for you, But I thought they could be. The tulips bloomed again Three red, one yellow. As bright as your carnation On prom night yellow. The tulips bloomed too early Hence the wilting. I said I'd pull the weeds and tend. It's almost been two weeks. Excruciating.

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I finally grasped the lyrics Of American Pie Most days im dry and sated If but for tonight Then through the years, attrition Our weight is lightened I found from those to lean like Piza The name called is mine Knowledge is sought, no appeasement Not mine, nor their minds Comfort in abandoning reason For the herd i smile A warm January lies just before We called for raining I might had found myself aloud We called for reigning I. I am what I decide. What I built My I's betray me An image burned into my lids, the death Of window staining

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Jan 17, 2020

Jan 17, 2020 at 2:14 AM UTC

GoodMorningGod

Decades

I finally grasped the lyrics Of American Pie Most days im dry and sated If but for tonight Then through the years, attrition Our weight is lightened I found from those to lean like Piza The name called is mine Knowledge is sought, no appeasement Not mine, nor their minds Comfort in abandoning reason For the herd i smile A warm January lies just before We called for raining I might had found myself aloud We called for reigning I. I am what I decide. What I built My I's betray me An image burned into my lids, the death Of window staining

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This place is a run down, poorly lit bus stop on the wrong side of town. You're stranded at birth and die waiting on the bus home. It suits me just fine.

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Feb 22, 2019

Feb 22, 2019 at 9:03 PM UTC

GoodMorningGod

I Didn't Mean to Interrupt the Beginning of Your Sentence with the Middle of Mine

This place is a run down, poorly lit bus stop on the wrong side of town. You're stranded at birth and die waiting on the bus home. It suits me just fine.

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Dear Mary. Dear Theresa. Dear Eve. I write to you to see My daily reminder To be sovereign Test not the waters Waves will brake alone Let Mary talk. She needs this The world listens. Man need not be present Dear Diary, We were hunters. Free. How could one soaked in blood Enraged with life Contrive such marital obligations? Do we dedicate ourselves to such, Or simply ones self? Give her a year, give her a day. Give her a minute. Give unto women that of which is woman's. Give it a rest. He spoke, 'Let the dead bury the dead' Dear God, Like the birds in the field I do not worry Return my rib I give not. I detest.

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Oct 24, 2018

Oct 24, 2018 at 9:25 AM UTC

GoodMorningGod

Dear Mary. Dear Theresa. Dear Eve.

Dear Mary. Dear Theresa. Dear Eve. I write to you to see My daily reminder To be sovereign Test not the waters Waves will brake alone Let Mary talk. She needs this The world listens. Man need not be present Dear Diary, We were hunters. Free. How could one soaked in blood Enraged with life Contrive such marital obligations? Do we dedicate ourselves to such, Or simply ones self? Give her a year, give her a day. Give her a minute. Give unto women that of which is woman's. Give it a rest. He spoke, 'Let the dead bury the dead' Dear God, Like the birds in the field I do not worry Return my rib I give not. I detest.

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