Pukwudgie - Hello Poetry

I'm not dead. I'm just not living yet, and that's scary, 'init? The peeps, beeps, bops, and sch-loops of life gnaw at my head, warning me that silence is unattainable, and noise is everywhere. When I was young, I tried to be the loudest thing in my environment, tried to scream louder then the muffled yelling downstairs, tried to cry till my face became a distorted mess, and tears come easier than a smile. When I was young, I wanted to be anyone else, to run away, to hide from it all, I wasn't content with my sub-par, if even that, lot in life... Now, I cry my heart out, and leave my lungs to rest, my whole body has become that distorted mess, my smile is so easy, it discards the tears, till I'm left alone with my fears. The yelling is clearer, for it was always me, fighting with... Myself.

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Feb 15, 2020

Feb 15, 2020 at 9:29 AM UTC

my Heart hurt while writing this.

I'm not dead. I'm just not living yet, and that's scary, 'init? The peeps, beeps, bops, and sch-loops of life gnaw at my head, warning me that silence is unattainable, and noise is everywhere. When I was young, I tried to be the loudest thing in my environment, tried to scream louder then the muffled yelling downstairs, tried to cry till my face became a distorted mess, and tears come easier than a smile. When I was young, I wanted to be anyone else, to run away, to hide from it all, I wasn't content with my sub-par, if even that, lot in life... Now, I cry my heart out, and leave my lungs to rest, my whole body has become that distorted mess, my smile is so easy, it discards the tears, till I'm left alone with my fears. The yelling is clearer, for it was always me, fighting with... Myself.

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Physical: My beard is still both scary to look at, and incredibly scruffy. I still have a messed up lip, from the time I was bloodied. My head is still ***** and in total disrepair. My skin is still soft, and sorta fair. I still dress in rags, make it seem like I'm homeless. So yes, I still look, like, totally bogus. Mental: I'm still emotionally immature, and pretend to be fine. Fine is the word I use when running outta time. I still chase girls, only for them to break my heart. I still feel like something on my inside, is falling apart. I still laugh out loud, at nothing at all. I still feel the urge to pop pills, miss the rush of Adderall. Emotional: I still cry when angry, haven't found a way around it. I still walk under the sun, and run when it's moonlight. I still hate simple things. Still believe I just lost my wings. Summary- Something scares me. And by something, I mean everything. I just fear being afraid the most.

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Nov 5, 2019

Nov 5, 2019 at 3:14 PM UTC

Stilling Update

Physical: My beard is still both scary to look at, and incredibly scruffy. I still have a messed up lip, from the time I was bloodied. My head is still ***** and in total disrepair. My skin is still soft, and sorta fair. I still dress in rags, make it seem like I'm homeless. So yes, I still look, like, totally bogus. Mental: I'm still emotionally immature, and pretend to be fine. Fine is the word I use when running outta time. I still chase girls, only for them to break my heart. I still feel like something on my inside, is falling apart. I still laugh out loud, at nothing at all. I still feel the urge to pop pills, miss the rush of Adderall. Emotional: I still cry when angry, haven't found a way around it. I still walk under the sun, and run when it's moonlight. I still hate simple things. Still believe I just lost my wings. Summary- Something scares me. And by something, I mean everything. I just fear being afraid the most.

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I guess, something I've learned, is that poetry is a-lot like life. It's not about following, nor flipping the rules. It's about the effort you attempt to put into each situation. No matter what, do what you love, and love what you do. God, Buddha, Allah, whoever you believe in? They have a grander plan than you can't possibly understand.

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Nov 5, 2019

Nov 5, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC

Serm0n

I guess, something I've learned, is that poetry is a-lot like life. It's not about following, nor flipping the rules. It's about the effort you attempt to put into each situation. No matter what, do what you love, and love what you do. God, Buddha, Allah, whoever you believe in? They have a grander plan than you can't possibly understand.

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How possible is it to change everything you know, become better as a person, stop looking at others, and give U, the single most remarkable person I have ever met, in my entirety of existence, a clue that I like U?

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Nov 4, 2019

Nov 4, 2019 at 3:16 PM UTC

U.

How possible is it to change everything you know, become better as a person, stop looking at others, and give U, the single most remarkable person I have ever met, in my entirety of existence, a clue that I like U?

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End of the world, End of our butterfly kisses. End of me calling you mine, And people calling you Mrs.,. All because one of us was a psychopath, And you can’t begin to understand, how happy i was to put a cap in your ***

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May 22, 2019

May 22, 2019 at 1:55 PM UTC

It's Me

End of the world, End of our butterfly kisses. End of me calling you mine, And people calling you Mrs.,. All because one of us was a psychopath, And you can’t begin to understand, how happy i was to put a cap in your ***

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**** Sorry, that's just the easy way to grab someones attention nowadays. Are you getting enough sleep? How about water?

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May 16, 2019

May 16, 2019 at 11:58 AM UTC

Checkup

**** Sorry, that's just the easy way to grab someones attention nowadays. Are you getting enough sleep? How about water?

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There is no message. I just had nothing to say.

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May 16, 2019

May 16, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC

The Great Message of Untitled

There is no message. I just had nothing to say.

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May 15, 2019

May 15, 2019 at 3:04 PM UTC

Untitled

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I observe, a beautiful girl, Piano kicks up, And it sounds like twinkling stars. She sings about being broken, A prisoner in her own home. Trust me… I know what it’s like, to be all alone. And I’m not one to get hyped over nothing, But the fact we’re so similar, Might just mean something. So give me a chance to surprise you, Mighty Queen, I'll be your worker, if you work with me. I can be different, Isn’t every guy one of a kind? But I’m not very special, hell, i don't even fly. But give me, maybe, five seconds, and spare me a glance And I’ll make us disappear, Even ask for this dance. And we can waltz through winter, Jump through june, Disappear back in april, And you end up right back in your room. Then i could reveal my magic trick, And maybe we'd kiss. But since this is all, A shot in the dark, Maybe I’d miss. And maybe I’d get the, “Let’s just be friends…” Maybe I should shut up.

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May 15, 2019

May 15, 2019 at 2:54 PM UTC

Moaning Lisa

I observe, a beautiful girl, Piano kicks up, And it sounds like twinkling stars. She sings about being broken, A prisoner in her own home. Trust me… I know what it’s like, to be all alone. And I’m not one to get hyped over nothing, But the fact we’re so similar, Might just mean something. So give me a chance to surprise you, Mighty Queen, I'll be your worker, if you work with me. I can be different, Isn’t every guy one of a kind? But I’m not very special, hell, i don't even fly. But give me, maybe, five seconds, and spare me a glance And I’ll make us disappear, Even ask for this dance. And we can waltz through winter, Jump through june, Disappear back in april, And you end up right back in your room. Then i could reveal my magic trick, And maybe we'd kiss. But since this is all, A shot in the dark, Maybe I’d miss. And maybe I’d get the, “Let’s just be friends…” Maybe I should shut up.

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This isn’t me. I’m not the type of the guy, That chases girls relentlessly. I just want to play in the sun. Only cared about making friends, And being so **** happy... Listening to smooth jazz, So, so alone.

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May 15, 2019

May 15, 2019 at 11:50 AM UTC

Tense

This isn’t me. I’m not the type of the guy, That chases girls relentlessly. I just want to play in the sun. Only cared about making friends, And being so **** happy... Listening to smooth jazz, So, so alone.

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