adrg - Hello Poetry

A hug is something you would call simple. Hug a shy person, and you’ll get a giggle. Wearing a smile from dimple to dimple. Good vibes, as always, are starting to ripple.

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Mar 6, 2021

Mar 6, 2021 at 12:17 AM UTC

Simple and Out

A hug is something you would call simple. Hug a shy person, and you’ll get a giggle. Wearing a smile from dimple to dimple. Good vibes, as always, are starting to ripple.

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Ive been having trouble sleeping. I can't turn off my mind I just keep on thinking Shifting from side to side Until I start feeling like I'm sinking Losing track of time But never really sleeping Then my teeth begin to grind 'Cause my anxiety slowly creeping So I start scrolling down my timeline To keep myself from exploding And maybe my head will unwind So I can get some sleep before morning Or I get tired of being online And my fingers start hurting

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Dec 14, 2019

Dec 14, 2019 at 11:02 PM UTC

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Ive been having trouble sleeping. I can't turn off my mind I just keep on thinking Shifting from side to side Until I start feeling like I'm sinking Losing track of time But never really sleeping Then my teeth begin to grind 'Cause my anxiety slowly creeping So I start scrolling down my timeline To keep myself from exploding And maybe my head will unwind So I can get some sleep before morning Or I get tired of being online And my fingers start hurting

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I live my life in delusions I don't know what's real I am coming up with different conclusions It's painful when distortions reveal I see no point other than confusion Unless the voices want me to follow the trail Adding nothing but negative contributions They got me chasing my tail I need to get a hold of my emotions And maybe, on peaceful winds I'll sail But my thoughts suffer from a terrible exclusion. Stimulation from the outside is breaking through my shell.

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Nov 24, 2019

Nov 24, 2019 at 2:01 PM UTC

Skizo

I live my life in delusions I don't know what's real I am coming up with different conclusions It's painful when distortions reveal I see no point other than confusion Unless the voices want me to follow the trail Adding nothing but negative contributions They got me chasing my tail I need to get a hold of my emotions And maybe, on peaceful winds I'll sail But my thoughts suffer from a terrible exclusion. Stimulation from the outside is breaking through my shell.

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Lonely I's and lonely U's With experiences of yea me too's. Become sleepless 1's and sleepless 2's. When picked up on dropping Q's With self-deception we do dare choose. To say outloud " yea we 2's." Forever one we hope is true. Always divided me and you .

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Aug 24, 2019

Aug 24, 2019 at 5:07 PM UTC

I hope my math is right.

Lonely I's and lonely U's With experiences of yea me too's. Become sleepless 1's and sleepless 2's. When picked up on dropping Q's With self-deception we do dare choose. To say outloud " yea we 2's." Forever one we hope is true. Always divided me and you .

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I long for sleep To hide away from my sobs and weeps. Enveloped in darkness safe keep. Until my emotions are buried deep. For when pain my sadness reaps. Sleepless I, a hopeless sheep.

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Aug 24, 2019

Aug 24, 2019 at 2:04 AM UTC

My sweet darkness.

I long for sleep To hide away from my sobs and weeps. Enveloped in darkness safe keep. Until my emotions are buried deep. For when pain my sadness reaps. Sleepless I, a hopeless sheep.

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In my hand I hold an apple. What a sweet delight. In my hand I hold an apple. I take a big bite. In my hand I hold an apple. I keep eating more and more. In my hand I hold the core of an apple It's not the same as before.

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Aug 16, 2019

Aug 16, 2019 at 7:52 PM UTC

In my hand I hold an apple.

In my hand I hold an apple. What a sweet delight. In my hand I hold an apple. I take a big bite. In my hand I hold an apple. I keep eating more and more. In my hand I hold the core of an apple It's not the same as before.

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Never knowing Did I make the right choice Wind ever blowing Birds singing in a familiar voice Too many choices Which path should I follow The voices, too many voices They're leaving me hollow Did I speak the right words Move in just the right way I'm just trying to save the world Don't mind me I am crazy by the way Neverending Did I make the right choice

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Jul 3, 2016

Jul 3, 2016 at 2:25 PM UTC

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Never knowing Did I make the right choice Wind ever blowing Birds singing in a familiar voice Too many choices Which path should I follow The voices, too many voices They're leaving me hollow Did I speak the right words Move in just the right way I'm just trying to save the world Don't mind me I am crazy by the way Neverending Did I make the right choice

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My name? I don't have one. I'm an inaudible whisper you're not even sure you heard. As I lay on my bed, sleepless, contemplating the questionable reality of an event that transcends your conceptual understanding. It's there, in the darkness, where you attempt to illuminate my being only to see a reflection of your own egocentric perception. If Altruism was present, surely, nevermore.

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Jul 2, 2016

Jul 2, 2016 at 3:04 PM UTC

My name

My name? I don't have one. I'm an inaudible whisper you're not even sure you heard. As I lay on my bed, sleepless, contemplating the questionable reality of an event that transcends your conceptual understanding. It's there, in the darkness, where you attempt to illuminate my being only to see a reflection of your own egocentric perception. If Altruism was present, surely, nevermore.

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