badtzbot - Hello Poetry

and it's weird because i know you don't like me like that and i know that the boundaries are blurred and that i come on too strong but you play along anyway, and it's weird because i think you're the cutest person i know but you have moments where you hate the way you are, and it's weird because when i miss you i go fishing at the docks like we did that day but i always miss you for a stupid reason because you have your life and i have mine, and it's weird because i would choose you over real life but i know that you need to live more than you've ever needed me

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Nov 3, 2024

Nov 3, 2024 at 10:36 PM UTC

dogfish

and it's weird because i know you don't like me like that and i know that the boundaries are blurred and that i come on too strong but you play along anyway, and it's weird because i think you're the cutest person i know but you have moments where you hate the way you are, and it's weird because when i miss you i go fishing at the docks like we did that day but i always miss you for a stupid reason because you have your life and i have mine, and it's weird because i would choose you over real life but i know that you need to live more than you've ever needed me

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“one,” just sell one - start with one and you can move up to our next tier; where you can buy the products from us and we take only a ten percent cut - ten percent only! In fact, we’ll even give you a discount if you buy in bulk - we also have a credit system, you know, where you get five credits for each new member you recruit, and five credits means you get a discount on your next purchase, see, so if you just sign up four friends, it’s totally guaranteed you’ll make back all the money, didn’t you want some extra cash for that car? It’s totally trustworthy, just sign on the dotted line!

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Jul 12, 2024

Jul 12, 2024 at 10:25 PM UTC

pyramid scheme

“one,” just sell one - start with one and you can move up to our next tier; where you can buy the products from us and we take only a ten percent cut - ten percent only! In fact, we’ll even give you a discount if you buy in bulk - we also have a credit system, you know, where you get five credits for each new member you recruit, and five credits means you get a discount on your next purchase, see, so if you just sign up four friends, it’s totally guaranteed you’ll make back all the money, didn’t you want some extra cash for that car? It’s totally trustworthy, just sign on the dotted line!

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it seems my entire life is defined by drinks. mother's milk out the womb. (and maybe those suckles were sweet - it's not like i remember - but her words, for the rest of my life, certainly weren't.) an hour-long debate, with my best friend at twelve years old - apple or orange juice? (orange, obviously, is the right answer. we rehash the argument sometimes to this day.) the day i turn 19, a beer in my hands. (i'm sat around a campfire with my closest friends, birthdays all older than me - the beer tastes disgusting, as cheap alcohol is, but i'm glad to be there.) yesterday, i had 1 coffee and 2 mugs of lemon honey tea, 4 glasses of water. today, no tea, but 2 cups of coffee, a glass of milk, and 3 glasses of water. i bite at my nails when i'm nervous, swallow down the spit that comes with it, the bile that rises. last summer, i visited pei, had a raspberry cordial - my favourite drink to date - then bought a case of 4 more to take home with me. last summer, when i lived in new brunswick, my friends in the same building knew me as the one who would always have a drink in hand - a milk tea, or maybe a pink lemonade, maybe that obscure korean soda i liked. when i left new brunswick, i took a photo of my 2 trash cans, of the way they were both filled to the brim with empty bottles and cans and jugs. i still miss the apple cider they made there. my life is defined by drinks, sips, swallows, taking five minutes to breathe by making myself a nice whipped coffee, trawling the internet for pretty coasters and glassware for an hour in lieu of doing actual work. Eventually, i close the shopping tabs, take a sip of coffee, and resume with the rest of my life.

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Nov 5, 2023

Nov 5, 2023 at 7:38 PM UTC

take a sip

it seems my entire life is defined by drinks. mother's milk out the womb. (and maybe those suckles were sweet - it's not like i remember - but her words, for the rest of my life, certainly weren't.) an hour-long debate, with my best friend at twelve years old - apple or orange juice? (orange, obviously, is the right answer. we rehash the argument sometimes to this day.) the day i turn 19, a beer in my hands. (i'm sat around a campfire with my closest friends, birthdays all older than me - the beer tastes disgusting, as cheap alcohol is, but i'm glad to be there.) yesterday, i had 1 coffee and 2 mugs of lemon honey tea, 4 glasses of water. today, no tea, but 2 cups of coffee, a glass of milk, and 3 glasses of water. i bite at my nails when i'm nervous, swallow down the spit that comes with it, the bile that rises. last summer, i visited pei, had a raspberry cordial - my favourite drink to date - then bought a case of 4 more to take home with me. last summer, when i lived in new brunswick, my friends in the same building knew me as the one who would always have a drink in hand - a milk tea, or maybe a pink lemonade, maybe that obscure korean soda i liked. when i left new brunswick, i took a photo of my 2 trash cans, of the way they were both filled to the brim with empty bottles and cans and jugs. i still miss the apple cider they made there. my life is defined by drinks, sips, swallows, taking five minutes to breathe by making myself a nice whipped coffee, trawling the internet for pretty coasters and glassware for an hour in lieu of doing actual work. Eventually, i close the shopping tabs, take a sip of coffee, and resume with the rest of my life.

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It’s evident that the person I thought you were exists entirely in my memory, on that comfortable blue couch in your old temporary apartment - 160 Morton, I still remember the address from when you bought 50 dollars worth of subway for delivery on your dads card because the 6 frozen pizzas you had bought on the monday weren’t enough to last you a week. The person I thought you were exists only on the second floor of the empty arts building, dancing and singing, on the picnic bench where I told you that you didn’t realize the effect you had on people, in that small campus and our trips to the nearby cities where we confided in each other and you sought my advice, i sought your comfort and the warmth of your hand gripping my shoulder when it was evident my own hands quivered and trembled. It’s evident that the person I thought you were exists merely in my memory - but that isn’t entirely fair to you, I guess. You’ve always been better lying on the couch, head in my lap, than answering your messages, weeks old and still unread. But still - does it hurt that much to even pretend you still care about me? (7 separate messages. It’s been a week. Only when I confront you do you apologize, tell me that you’ve been having a bad time.) (Explanation. Excuse. Explanation, not excuse. I thought we agreed on this.) My memory erases the blemishes on our record, the bad moments - a relapse, anger, your hands on her thighs, lounging on the beach yet still asking me to watch your shoes. Why can’t I be the ******* for once? It’s that emotion again, tenfold but dulled. I’m not angry, just disappointed. Maybe both. I don’t know. I never know when it comes to you.

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Oct 31, 2023

Oct 31, 2023 at 10:21 PM UTC

Blue Couch

It’s evident that the person I thought you were exists entirely in my memory, on that comfortable blue couch in your old temporary apartment - 160 Morton, I still remember the address from when you bought 50 dollars worth of subway for delivery on your dads card because the 6 frozen pizzas you had bought on the monday weren’t enough to last you a week. The person I thought you were exists only on the second floor of the empty arts building, dancing and singing, on the picnic bench where I told you that you didn’t realize the effect you had on people, in that small campus and our trips to the nearby cities where we confided in each other and you sought my advice, i sought your comfort and the warmth of your hand gripping my shoulder when it was evident my own hands quivered and trembled. It’s evident that the person I thought you were exists merely in my memory - but that isn’t entirely fair to you, I guess. You’ve always been better lying on the couch, head in my lap, than answering your messages, weeks old and still unread. But still - does it hurt that much to even pretend you still care about me? (7 separate messages. It’s been a week. Only when I confront you do you apologize, tell me that you’ve been having a bad time.) (Explanation. Excuse. Explanation, not excuse. I thought we agreed on this.) My memory erases the blemishes on our record, the bad moments - a relapse, anger, your hands on her thighs, lounging on the beach yet still asking me to watch your shoes. Why can’t I be the ******* for once? It’s that emotion again, tenfold but dulled. I’m not angry, just disappointed. Maybe both. I don’t know. I never know when it comes to you.

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She stood there, looked me in the eyes asked in a quivering, cautious cadence, "How long do half-elves live?" And it would have been the most heartbreaking thing If I had still had a heart (After that girl who was more beautiful than she was living - but it had to be done.) But I still answered As warm as I could With Melora not by my side, Not in my heart, But, perhaps, cooking up a jambalaya in my stump. And in that moment I know she would sacrifice herself Sacrifice anything Just to better the lives of others. That girl is a treasure And I hope not to forget it.

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May 21, 2022

May 21, 2022 at 5:48 PM UTC

cybin

She stood there, looked me in the eyes asked in a quivering, cautious cadence, "How long do half-elves live?" And it would have been the most heartbreaking thing If I had still had a heart (After that girl who was more beautiful than she was living - but it had to be done.) But I still answered As warm as I could With Melora not by my side, Not in my heart, But, perhaps, cooking up a jambalaya in my stump. And in that moment I know she would sacrifice herself Sacrifice anything Just to better the lives of others. That girl is a treasure And I hope not to forget it.

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Did I make the wrong choice When I decided to be a boy Because I couldn't handle Being a girl Who would be a woman. Because now that I'm a boy I can't be a man I can't stand the thought of it. And all I want is to be a boy Never a man Or a woman Just a boy.

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May 21, 2022

May 21, 2022 at 5:31 PM UTC

boy (reprise)

Did I make the wrong choice When I decided to be a boy Because I couldn't handle Being a girl Who would be a woman. Because now that I'm a boy I can't be a man I can't stand the thought of it. And all I want is to be a boy Never a man Or a woman Just a boy.

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i don't want to be a man. no, not at all - and i never have. i am not I, i only want to be a boy and not, not a man i will never be a man the way i want to so i will settle for just being a boy.

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Apr 16, 2022

Apr 16, 2022 at 9:59 PM UTC

boy

i don't want to be a man. no, not at all - and i never have. i am not I, i only want to be a boy and not, not a man i will never be a man the way i want to so i will settle for just being a boy.

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last active 409 days ago, it says. last status updated 3 years and 1 month ago reblogged June 8th, 2018 I never really knew you and we never really talked and we only ever saw each other posting and playing and blogging but we never really said anything but the last time you were online was 2 years ago and the last thing you tweeted wasn't even from you it was just a retweet of some game promotion and maybe you forgot about this account or you lost interest or maybe you're just simply gone and your account is about to be terminated due to inactivity and I wonder where, now, are you? why are you offline?

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Mar 17, 2022

Mar 17, 2022 at 12:05 PM UTC

offline

last active 409 days ago, it says. last status updated 3 years and 1 month ago reblogged June 8th, 2018 I never really knew you and we never really talked and we only ever saw each other posting and playing and blogging but we never really said anything but the last time you were online was 2 years ago and the last thing you tweeted wasn't even from you it was just a retweet of some game promotion and maybe you forgot about this account or you lost interest or maybe you're just simply gone and your account is about to be terminated due to inactivity and I wonder where, now, are you? why are you offline?

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i am only only a child. a boy who feels too **** small for the burden of other's worries i was too young.

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Feb 17, 2022

Feb 17, 2022 at 8:59 AM UTC

young

i am only only a child. a boy who feels too **** small for the burden of other's worries i was too young.

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assignment plan email study class work when, pray tell do you end going on and on like a whisper of tv static leaking in though the back door of my mind work this fire is manmade it is artificial and when the fuel runs out burnout will finally reign and this hollow head, reaped of all its treasures will succumb work work work.

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Oct 22, 2021

Oct 22, 2021 at 9:16 PM UTC

artificial fire

assignment plan email study class work when, pray tell do you end going on and on like a whisper of tv static leaking in though the back door of my mind work this fire is manmade it is artificial and when the fuel runs out burnout will finally reign and this hollow head, reaped of all its treasures will succumb work work work.

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