david-e - Hello Poetry

The condition is life, but the doctor reminds me of suicide In the reception, I see the sun is shining, stuck in the window with me. Before dwelling in the waiting room I highlighted to my manager that work is just as disorganised as my mind. Writing provides uncertain clarity, and "Despite your unchanging visions, while succeeding habits. You couldn't write a poem?" No one is as productive as me, being sick, wondering when I will clean my shit-stained toilet, wondering how long I have been wearing shit-stained underwear. It takes years of practice, tolerance to get where I am now Symptoms are managed by isolation and drinking. Isolation and drinking lasts longer than the working week of nine to five. Today I go to half-pay, which means half-price food, as the holes in my shoes grow. The cheap drink can make me more robust than most men. I can last long into the night And what stopping me from getting out of control is a broken light bulb, until witnessing the sunshine again.

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Mar 15, 2021

Mar 15, 2021 at 3:05 PM UTC

I can't afford a light bulb because I bought alcohol instead.

The condition is life, but the doctor reminds me of suicide In the reception, I see the sun is shining, stuck in the window with me. Before dwelling in the waiting room I highlighted to my manager that work is just as disorganised as my mind. Writing provides uncertain clarity, and "Despite your unchanging visions, while succeeding habits. You couldn't write a poem?" No one is as productive as me, being sick, wondering when I will clean my shit-stained toilet, wondering how long I have been wearing shit-stained underwear. It takes years of practice, tolerance to get where I am now Symptoms are managed by isolation and drinking. Isolation and drinking lasts longer than the working week of nine to five. Today I go to half-pay, which means half-price food, as the holes in my shoes grow. The cheap drink can make me more robust than most men. I can last long into the night And what stopping me from getting out of control is a broken light bulb, until witnessing the sunshine again.

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On the first date, she told me that her grandmother died, "it was the operation, the operation that killed her" There are things that people don't acknowledge anymore, see, think or feel. I thought about why people have grandmothers and ordinarily needed to talk about them. Walking along the river reminded me It rained the night before That was just important as her memory During our limited time together I was already bored. Each woman is self-improvement for the next I remember walking along the same river holding hands with another girl and again, almost remember another walking past her x boyfriend without saying a word telling me "a **** People don't apologise anymore. I didn't want to understand her history, cared for her favourite films. You could tell that she didn't like reading or would understand how I loss my t.v as Her individuality had gone On our first date All I wanted to know is what she smelt like Then taste between her legs Within this moment is nothing I can feel But the sky falls, again and again, is an important fact

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Feb 21, 2021

Feb 21, 2021 at 1:09 PM UTC

I only spit on my glasses to read, write and make unfair comparisons for meeting someone new

On the first date, she told me that her grandmother died, "it was the operation, the operation that killed her" There are things that people don't acknowledge anymore, see, think or feel. I thought about why people have grandmothers and ordinarily needed to talk about them. Walking along the river reminded me It rained the night before That was just important as her memory During our limited time together I was already bored. Each woman is self-improvement for the next I remember walking along the same river holding hands with another girl and again, almost remember another walking past her x boyfriend without saying a word telling me "a **** People don't apologise anymore. I didn't want to understand her history, cared for her favourite films. You could tell that she didn't like reading or would understand how I loss my t.v as Her individuality had gone On our first date All I wanted to know is what she smelt like Then taste between her legs Within this moment is nothing I can feel But the sky falls, again and again, is an important fact

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I often open the curtains to let the heat in But there's no sunshine today While sitting in a chair that's versed and infirm Blistered brown Bitter and dependable as the surrounding solid bricks. Was it a daydream of fortune with laughter on my face When a breeze, shimmed with animals within a contorted trees In front of a typhoon of blue. An open curtain can warm the room As little ordinary shade of disturbance's approach Providing unspeakable gloom While I return to bed for an extra day. I also can open the curtains to let people in To forget the wasteland of silence If even it's a peek and to avoid the reflection of my now grey imagination. A vivid blub springs ordinary in the past In the morning, even if there's no sunshine There is a glint of a bright glow.

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Dec 5, 2020

Dec 5, 2020 at 5:40 AM UTC

Intervals of consumption can improve upon guessing the time.

I often open the curtains to let the heat in But there's no sunshine today While sitting in a chair that's versed and infirm Blistered brown Bitter and dependable as the surrounding solid bricks. Was it a daydream of fortune with laughter on my face When a breeze, shimmed with animals within a contorted trees In front of a typhoon of blue. An open curtain can warm the room As little ordinary shade of disturbance's approach Providing unspeakable gloom While I return to bed for an extra day. I also can open the curtains to let people in To forget the wasteland of silence If even it's a peek and to avoid the reflection of my now grey imagination. A vivid blub springs ordinary in the past In the morning, even if there's no sunshine There is a glint of a bright glow.

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A long conversation. You decided to reduced medication and focus on your emotions While thinking throughout the night and wondering? And honestly, you still don’t have any idea. I. Recognised that I self-isolate to manage symptoms or when I have questions? I feel guilt for the people that I have let down, but I met a man today with allegations of guinea pigs and court dates for molesting his sister. Then. Watched my managers head, explode as they never said “hello, Hi, or my name” in any email “its “so ******* rude” as she “makes me want to ******* leave, I dislike her and can't work with her”! “SO, SO, So MUCH I'm thinking of quitting, because of HER”. And I switched off and thought about my xgirlfriend- - Hope you're well? With. A receptionist I tell her about a date tomorrow I told her my reservations, regarding meeting some new “that she had two children” and “It' was hard to get over one boy”- “Dave you have not met her yet, don’t think about the end” I smile and it's true.

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Dec 2, 2020

Dec 2, 2020 at 2:41 PM UTC

I remember when I was a young man, watching taxi driver- I have ups and downs but he pushed the T.V over with his foot!

A long conversation. You decided to reduced medication and focus on your emotions While thinking throughout the night and wondering? And honestly, you still don’t have any idea. I. Recognised that I self-isolate to manage symptoms or when I have questions? I feel guilt for the people that I have let down, but I met a man today with allegations of guinea pigs and court dates for molesting his sister. Then. Watched my managers head, explode as they never said “hello, Hi, or my name” in any email “its “so ******* rude” as she “makes me want to ******* leave, I dislike her and can't work with her”! “SO, SO, So MUCH I'm thinking of quitting, because of HER”. And I switched off and thought about my xgirlfriend- - Hope you're well? With. A receptionist I tell her about a date tomorrow I told her my reservations, regarding meeting some new “that she had two children” and “It' was hard to get over one boy”- “Dave you have not met her yet, don’t think about the end” I smile and it's true.

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People like me, are not needed. Alone in a dark room, watering flowers on the window sill. Or is it important, while looking out the window, the rain reminds you to **** What we need are jobs, the same old jobs, labelled differently and act as their new jobs. What we need are holiday’s in Spain with beautiful women Or holiday's in Munich with misaligned boys. However, there is more love being alone with the second hand of the clock, slicing moments of established solitude. We need more ambition, from ambitious men. That never dispel that our greatest moment in life is waking up at 8 am and returning home incomplete, endlessly. We need systems that define your self worth with a picture of thumb or smiling faces that does not resemble your own. We need to be self severing and perpetuating. What we can't have is fewer freckles, smiles or the colour red. We need to replace our feelings, make more children to progress our mistakes What we need is every day to be the same but not to feel the same. Never to have been made cheapen, feel cheated or a rollover in a cold room. People like me, are not needed.

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Nov 29, 2020

Nov 29, 2020 at 7:00 AM UTC

I watched a fruit roll across the table and fall to the floor. During that moment, I thought.

People like me, are not needed. Alone in a dark room, watering flowers on the window sill. Or is it important, while looking out the window, the rain reminds you to **** What we need are jobs, the same old jobs, labelled differently and act as their new jobs. What we need are holiday’s in Spain with beautiful women Or holiday's in Munich with misaligned boys. However, there is more love being alone with the second hand of the clock, slicing moments of established solitude. We need more ambition, from ambitious men. That never dispel that our greatest moment in life is waking up at 8 am and returning home incomplete, endlessly. We need systems that define your self worth with a picture of thumb or smiling faces that does not resemble your own. We need to be self severing and perpetuating. What we can't have is fewer freckles, smiles or the colour red. We need to replace our feelings, make more children to progress our mistakes What we need is every day to be the same but not to feel the same. Never to have been made cheapen, feel cheated or a rollover in a cold room. People like me, are not needed.

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I can smell her now, sedentary Face uncomplete, while sitting in the middle of the bed, wearing on pants. The best parts are sometimes our faults "I never lied to you as everything I felt and said to you was true at the time. I did not lie or act out to get attention. I did not say things intentionally to hurt or trick you. I, only ever responded to, you. In my way". Again she says after many months and just like yesterday. Then tells me" I feel time and life are too precious to stay in connection with others who have massively different energies, as it hurts us both, in the end", While she's pulling at her hair while looking elsewhere. My girlfriend jump into and out of bed, more than others, which often she mistakes for love “We didn't find each other in this life, so that we could change one another feel like you resent me”. It tiresome getting out of the bed but is being apart And alone wishing the bedroom light stays off

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Oct 23, 2020

Oct 23, 2020 at 2:00 PM UTC

Me and my girlfriend parts always smell

I can smell her now, sedentary Face uncomplete, while sitting in the middle of the bed, wearing on pants. The best parts are sometimes our faults "I never lied to you as everything I felt and said to you was true at the time. I did not lie or act out to get attention. I did not say things intentionally to hurt or trick you. I, only ever responded to, you. In my way". Again she says after many months and just like yesterday. Then tells me" I feel time and life are too precious to stay in connection with others who have massively different energies, as it hurts us both, in the end", While she's pulling at her hair while looking elsewhere. My girlfriend jump into and out of bed, more than others, which often she mistakes for love “We didn't find each other in this life, so that we could change one another feel like you resent me”. It tiresome getting out of the bed but is being apart And alone wishing the bedroom light stays off

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I was sixteen, and my girlfriend was maybe five years older me. Living at my parents, theirs a phone near the bottom of their stairs, for emergencies and intentionally, placed so everyone could hear. The night before, very quietly, "We need to talk, in-person". We paused in the conversation, in the middle of the bridge on the estate. Me on the way to school and were she dressed a red for work after being out all night. We need talk in person "I don't know how to tell you this, you gave my chlamydia", "you better get checked, and the doctor said you had gave it to me". Unwashed was ordinary and second-hand clothes. I avoided "I'm ok; my mum sorted it". Her mother bought smells of the food coming upstairs, with cold *** cheeks on the bathroom floor, with the door locked. My girlfriend, next lying down next to me, only kissed "I think my mum’s coming" repeatedly until the food was ready. Very quietly, I nodded my head, held down by books weighing heavy on my shoulders. Crossing the bridge, the wind blew in my face while cars piled on and passed bye. Leaning toward, I then sat at the back of the class; friends were gurning on ecstasy. If you showed promise, you gained access to the library for free, especially during lunch. I stay with the boys that stole the money, but thinking of the library, I thought I didn't know chlamydia (a noun) was or why or "no more kissing". The next day, alone waking to school while the cars continued below, I then joined the back of the class. My first girlfriend, I had given her an STI ?? naively as a ****** I lost my self in that room at sixteen. I'm now surrounded by different books that have weighed on me during many years. She was never my first girlfriend, but the first with an imagination. I was poor.

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Oct 23, 2020

Oct 23, 2020 at 1:32 PM UTC

When I think love I think of the best sexually transmitted diseases

I was sixteen, and my girlfriend was maybe five years older me. Living at my parents, theirs a phone near the bottom of their stairs, for emergencies and intentionally, placed so everyone could hear. The night before, very quietly, "We need to talk, in-person". We paused in the conversation, in the middle of the bridge on the estate. Me on the way to school and were she dressed a red for work after being out all night. We need talk in person "I don't know how to tell you this, you gave my chlamydia", "you better get checked, and the doctor said you had gave it to me". Unwashed was ordinary and second-hand clothes. I avoided "I'm ok; my mum sorted it". Her mother bought smells of the food coming upstairs, with cold *** cheeks on the bathroom floor, with the door locked. My girlfriend, next lying down next to me, only kissed "I think my mum’s coming" repeatedly until the food was ready. Very quietly, I nodded my head, held down by books weighing heavy on my shoulders. Crossing the bridge, the wind blew in my face while cars piled on and passed bye. Leaning toward, I then sat at the back of the class; friends were gurning on ecstasy. If you showed promise, you gained access to the library for free, especially during lunch. I stay with the boys that stole the money, but thinking of the library, I thought I didn't know chlamydia (a noun) was or why or "no more kissing". The next day, alone waking to school while the cars continued below, I then joined the back of the class. My first girlfriend, I had given her an STI ?? naively as a ****** I lost my self in that room at sixteen. I'm now surrounded by different books that have weighed on me during many years. She was never my first girlfriend, but the first with an imagination. I was poor.

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Hey Philip, where are your parents now It was only my mother, that ****** me up too Confused, with numerous dads, sharing familiar punches. Or the possibility of that imaginary smell for bullies the big, big boys, who lack individuality that goes hand in hand with small ***** Or The old ugly girls that continue to be stranger than strange It's disabling, but there no fear inn being alone I remove the dust off my books, Searching familiar verses, of miseries for crazy men. In turn, no purpose reminds me of youth Life possesses no great ideas Over twenty years, colliding against the sink

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Oct 17, 2020

Oct 17, 2020 at 3:00 AM UTC

I pulled back ******** back, while ******* in the sink. Then, I thought of you.

Hey Philip, where are your parents now It was only my mother, that ****** me up too Confused, with numerous dads, sharing familiar punches. Or the possibility of that imaginary smell for bullies the big, big boys, who lack individuality that goes hand in hand with small ***** Or The old ugly girls that continue to be stranger than strange It's disabling, but there no fear inn being alone I remove the dust off my books, Searching familiar verses, of miseries for crazy men. In turn, no purpose reminds me of youth Life possesses no great ideas Over twenty years, colliding against the sink

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******* out your *** and ************ fives times a day Or when reading a short story by Hemingway Stained in inferior underpants, Exposed, I write poems like Wilt Wittman at 5.47 am, With my muttered papers amongst the ******* Sometimes with nonsense said, its never finished. Unless you received a text message or being driven in a car -On your way and bye the way "you're a nasty **** to women"., "let's have quiet and never dictate to me". It takes years of discipline in the morning, which is not for everyone. I am starting to get towards the end of a book as another girlfriend returns from work While Sleeping on the sofa without love, my hand smelling of *** I neglected my self for this poem, the short stories, which has lead onto this. Unless you received long emails or lonely conversations “that life is too precious” and “can’t live this way” brief movements, I have to stop to wipe my *** but the final words said “we are finished” Each night walking into a room with clothes on the floor reminds of my of youth "My old man" I slip into bed at 11.24 am after, considering nine cans left in the fridge Upon waking I started again I slowly creep around the room looking for the remainder of the things that I lost There's no ambitious, pure amazement and delirium of remembrance. On the end of the bed, with my hair pulled back, with missed coordination, I'm more undecided and I wait further.

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Oct 16, 2020

Oct 16, 2020 at 1:25 PM UTC

Days offs. Acting like a genius with disorganized thoughts. That looks like you and makes my think of you, through the most unforgiven days. You considered me a failure

******* out your *** and ************ fives times a day Or when reading a short story by Hemingway Stained in inferior underpants, Exposed, I write poems like Wilt Wittman at 5.47 am, With my muttered papers amongst the ******* Sometimes with nonsense said, its never finished. Unless you received a text message or being driven in a car -On your way and bye the way "you're a nasty **** to women"., "let's have quiet and never dictate to me". It takes years of discipline in the morning, which is not for everyone. I am starting to get towards the end of a book as another girlfriend returns from work While Sleeping on the sofa without love, my hand smelling of *** I neglected my self for this poem, the short stories, which has lead onto this. Unless you received long emails or lonely conversations “that life is too precious” and “can’t live this way” brief movements, I have to stop to wipe my *** but the final words said “we are finished” Each night walking into a room with clothes on the floor reminds of my of youth "My old man" I slip into bed at 11.24 am after, considering nine cans left in the fridge Upon waking I started again I slowly creep around the room looking for the remainder of the things that I lost There's no ambitious, pure amazement and delirium of remembrance. On the end of the bed, with my hair pulled back, with missed coordination, I'm more undecided and I wait further.

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When you feel like nothing You can pretend your someone else Or Being just nothing Act like yourself The last resort is harder As people can get closer to you It makes you alone as sometimes They Become further apart But enjoy if they reach out to you As its more often than not Hold it, embrace it and if there's a chance Kiss Maybe tomorrow or the next You will be alone again Amongst the gods In the star Between lines in a book? Between a pause You ultimately, be alone again Sometimes it's your choice Or other people Their beautiful things when your nothing So why not Forget your self

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Jun 3, 2020

Jun 3, 2020 at 8:44 AM UTC

I'm not at work today as I'm so angry at you. Your exciting narrative There always a YOU, never, us or me

When you feel like nothing You can pretend your someone else Or Being just nothing Act like yourself The last resort is harder As people can get closer to you It makes you alone as sometimes They Become further apart But enjoy if they reach out to you As its more often than not Hold it, embrace it and if there's a chance Kiss Maybe tomorrow or the next You will be alone again Amongst the gods In the star Between lines in a book? Between a pause You ultimately, be alone again Sometimes it's your choice Or other people Their beautiful things when your nothing So why not Forget your self

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