drifton-a-way - Hello Poetry

Hospitable misery all hooked up to life's salacious poison sheople IV Beware may cause an eternal drowsy sleepwalking illusion you're free Bewildered and despondent beings clamoring for more toxic positivity Traveling everywhere because there's no perfect place to really just be What a putrid sad state of constipation that it finally ******* takes before you can remember not to forget what are the real ******* stakes Eyes wide open, staring down into an abyss of crooked neck states Abysmally eloping kindly chasing bliss bringing up hospital rates Strolling through the day blindly wandering until the darkened doom Scrolling through the amazon, wondering what else we can consume But of course a castrated fate has never showed up to their own wake Because tomorrow is just a myth away and I can procrastinate today So get on the train, a bike, take a boat, hop a plane, nowhere is too far Just wake the **** up, before it's too late, and let's pop in Madagascar

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Jan 10

Jan 10, 2026 at 12:09 PM UTC

Passing Motion

Hospitable misery all hooked up to life's salacious poison sheople IV Beware may cause an eternal drowsy sleepwalking illusion you're free Bewildered and despondent beings clamoring for more toxic positivity Traveling everywhere because there's no perfect place to really just be What a putrid sad state of constipation that it finally ******* takes before you can remember not to forget what are the real ******* stakes Eyes wide open, staring down into an abyss of crooked neck states Abysmally eloping kindly chasing bliss bringing up hospital rates Strolling through the day blindly wandering until the darkened doom Scrolling through the amazon, wondering what else we can consume But of course a castrated fate has never showed up to their own wake Because tomorrow is just a myth away and I can procrastinate today So get on the train, a bike, take a boat, hop a plane, nowhere is too far Just wake the **** up, before it's too late, and let's pop in Madagascar

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Embark Efface Expectation Earmark Emotions Elsewhere Embrace Exuviation, Eradicate Egos Everybody's Enrolled, Electric Embryos Emerge! Enigmatic Exultations Eagerly Exude Explorative Endeavors Emancipation Endures, Enamoring Emerald Eyes, Essence's Epitome Ecstatic Expansion, Extemporaneous Ever Evolving Existence Embody Empathy, Eviscerate Empowered Evil! Evade Ebbs, Envision Enlightenment Energy Echoes Eternally Endearing Ending Exhale

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Nov 18, 2025

Nov 18, 2025 at 3:23 AM UTC

EvincAble Eclipse

Embark Efface Expectation Earmark Emotions Elsewhere Embrace Exuviation, Eradicate Egos Everybody's Enrolled, Electric Embryos Emerge! Enigmatic Exultations Eagerly Exude Explorative Endeavors Emancipation Endures, Enamoring Emerald Eyes, Essence's Epitome Ecstatic Expansion, Extemporaneous Ever Evolving Existence Embody Empathy, Eviscerate Empowered Evil! Evade Ebbs, Envision Enlightenment Energy Echoes Eternally Endearing Ending Exhale

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Another dreary dawn creeps so easily to greet my weary eyes Another day gone with leaps and bounds along promised lies A plodding pawn, time seeps into the illusion of sells and buys An infectious yawn, the sun sleeps dreaming of the time to rise But Darkness shall find a way to always respawn A chatterbox who never stops just going on and on A curmudgeony old man screaming get off my lawn! A cartoon character erased for being too withdrawn So what...... what is Next? That will always perplex I'm just too stressed Well get that **** off your chest I just need more rest Well, take my bed, be my guest But you're the cousin of death. Yes, but nonetheless, what if you're unable to sleep after you're dead? I suppose with my last breath. I'll feel truly blessed and count on the afterlife to finally get ahead. Well said, but just you wait, heaven's plate has the very best spread. So it's never too late to procrastinate, and we eternally break bread? Well, the food is good, but the library will truly satiate your fate. Sound's great, but how long can I stay, and what's exactly the rate? For you? For me Let's just say...free I see Ok, let me sleep on it.

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Aug 31, 2025

Aug 31, 2025 at 7:09 PM UTC

Slumber When You're Deceased

Another dreary dawn creeps so easily to greet my weary eyes Another day gone with leaps and bounds along promised lies A plodding pawn, time seeps into the illusion of sells and buys An infectious yawn, the sun sleeps dreaming of the time to rise But Darkness shall find a way to always respawn A chatterbox who never stops just going on and on A curmudgeony old man screaming get off my lawn! A cartoon character erased for being too withdrawn So what...... what is Next? That will always perplex I'm just too stressed Well get that **** off your chest I just need more rest Well, take my bed, be my guest But you're the cousin of death. Yes, but nonetheless, what if you're unable to sleep after you're dead? I suppose with my last breath. I'll feel truly blessed and count on the afterlife to finally get ahead. Well said, but just you wait, heaven's plate has the very best spread. So it's never too late to procrastinate, and we eternally break bread? Well, the food is good, but the library will truly satiate your fate. Sound's great, but how long can I stay, and what's exactly the rate? For you? For me Let's just say...free I see Ok, let me sleep on it.

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In the shadow of the moon, another holiday of sentiments are brewed A veil of sweet air wafts in like a hymn as my soul is softly subdued A brief, beautiful blanket of respite to allay all the chaos that's ensued Night braille for the blinding light of frantically being misconstrued A wake walking dream, like a blissful symphony, appetizing prelude An encapsulated vessel of time to which we will forever be pursued A confined prison for your static mind gazing out a window, renewed A refuge so raw and unrefined, until the sun once again shall intrude The clock continues to taunt as I sit and stare, scheming ways to elude The minutes gnaw and haunt me with despair with each one accrued Reveries induce a desired jaunt to somewhere such as this to seclude The spirit I saw didn't daunt at all, soul bare, memories stripped **** First light of the morning arrives like the punchline of a joke so crude Dinner bill is here, I only had water but the full drunks don't exclude We're not even hungry now, why are we paying for all this **** food Even split it is, such a poetic night, but then it ended so ******* lewd

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May 1, 2025

May 1, 2025 at 7:15 PM UTC

In My Soulitude

In the shadow of the moon, another holiday of sentiments are brewed A veil of sweet air wafts in like a hymn as my soul is softly subdued A brief, beautiful blanket of respite to allay all the chaos that's ensued Night braille for the blinding light of frantically being misconstrued A wake walking dream, like a blissful symphony, appetizing prelude An encapsulated vessel of time to which we will forever be pursued A confined prison for your static mind gazing out a window, renewed A refuge so raw and unrefined, until the sun once again shall intrude The clock continues to taunt as I sit and stare, scheming ways to elude The minutes gnaw and haunt me with despair with each one accrued Reveries induce a desired jaunt to somewhere such as this to seclude The spirit I saw didn't daunt at all, soul bare, memories stripped **** First light of the morning arrives like the punchline of a joke so crude Dinner bill is here, I only had water but the full drunks don't exclude We're not even hungry now, why are we paying for all this **** food Even split it is, such a poetic night, but then it ended so ******* lewd

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Lying in the dark, trapped inside an imprisoned mind Vying for a spark, a whole new light of a different kind The painted air looms, a dusty cloud of putrid shared despair leaves us blind A tainted glare glooms, a toxic proud gas that just doesn’t care about a rare find Tons of ***** in a *** an epidemic of a tired, rotten town Dire schemes are sought, to Truman’s show we are bound Genetic labs thicken the plot, designed to keep us all down But seedling dreams of thought, alas flutter to the ground So I ****** the seed, and bury my fist deep within the ready soil The sun shall feed and I’ll nurture any need, this idea won’t spoil Tirelessly until I bleed, I won’t sleep, the truth lies within the toil My fateful flower freed, from the weeds, too futile to ever foil Oh Lord please let this seedling sprout and forever grow Grant me the opportunity to be devout in love and show My Poured tears supplanting drought, with the joys I’ll know Plant my queen without a shadow of a doubt, from below Exhausted I leapt into the shade, end of day, no more debts to pay I kneeled and wept, began to fade, and in a daze started to pray The moon crept in as the sun strayed away to once again obey And there I slept, all night I stayed, until I woke to skies so gray A storm was brewing, but I knew exactly why I had an immaculate dream, that made heaven cry And as I lay in the mud, lightning lit up the sky And I saw the purest beauty to ever grace an eye The most angelic being, from the hopeful seed I had planted The all knowing, all seeing, dope fill of everything enchanted Inseparable yet somehow freeing, a slippery slope so slanted Debate about disagreeing, nope, I’ll never take her for granted She is the antithesis of loneliness Sheer absolute bliss when we kiss A metamorphosis with a love like this As I reminisce searching among the abyss She lights me up like glow worms in a cave I feel funny for a while, like a perfect wave A hobbit’s drunken smile, ring fueled slave Perfect waterfall hike, so much life to crave I’ve wandered through the dense fog alone Stuck in a constant, stagnant roaming zone To find the cure for restless soul syndrome Is no matter where we go I’m always home

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Mar 27, 2025

Mar 27, 2025 at 8:56 PM UTC

My Loml

Lying in the dark, trapped inside an imprisoned mind Vying for a spark, a whole new light of a different kind The painted air looms, a dusty cloud of putrid shared despair leaves us blind A tainted glare glooms, a toxic proud gas that just doesn’t care about a rare find Tons of ***** in a *** an epidemic of a tired, rotten town Dire schemes are sought, to Truman’s show we are bound Genetic labs thicken the plot, designed to keep us all down But seedling dreams of thought, alas flutter to the ground So I ****** the seed, and bury my fist deep within the ready soil The sun shall feed and I’ll nurture any need, this idea won’t spoil Tirelessly until I bleed, I won’t sleep, the truth lies within the toil My fateful flower freed, from the weeds, too futile to ever foil Oh Lord please let this seedling sprout and forever grow Grant me the opportunity to be devout in love and show My Poured tears supplanting drought, with the joys I’ll know Plant my queen without a shadow of a doubt, from below Exhausted I leapt into the shade, end of day, no more debts to pay I kneeled and wept, began to fade, and in a daze started to pray The moon crept in as the sun strayed away to once again obey And there I slept, all night I stayed, until I woke to skies so gray A storm was brewing, but I knew exactly why I had an immaculate dream, that made heaven cry And as I lay in the mud, lightning lit up the sky And I saw the purest beauty to ever grace an eye The most angelic being, from the hopeful seed I had planted The all knowing, all seeing, dope fill of everything enchanted Inseparable yet somehow freeing, a slippery slope so slanted Debate about disagreeing, nope, I’ll never take her for granted She is the antithesis of loneliness Sheer absolute bliss when we kiss A metamorphosis with a love like this As I reminisce searching among the abyss She lights me up like glow worms in a cave I feel funny for a while, like a perfect wave A hobbit’s drunken smile, ring fueled slave Perfect waterfall hike, so much life to crave I’ve wandered through the dense fog alone Stuck in a constant, stagnant roaming zone To find the cure for restless soul syndrome Is no matter where we go I’m always home

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Strangely numb, hollow and gray inside Deaf and dumb, just along for the ride Waves succumb to a ghostly ebbing tide Very last crumb, the day inspiration died But hunger shall survive Energy never truly dies Rented bodies living lies As Nebulae comes alive Supernova through a portal, born again Saw Jehova, merely mortal, bargain bin Deja preview, a movie I swear I’ve seen Same new you, wondering how you been Well it felt like eternity in a few seconds I’d “say” more than words, pure essence An Absolute still particle of blinding light Soundly Sleepwalking in the dark of night

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Mar 4, 2025

Mar 4, 2025 at 11:39 AM UTC

A Luminous Oasis

Strangely numb, hollow and gray inside Deaf and dumb, just along for the ride Waves succumb to a ghostly ebbing tide Very last crumb, the day inspiration died But hunger shall survive Energy never truly dies Rented bodies living lies As Nebulae comes alive Supernova through a portal, born again Saw Jehova, merely mortal, bargain bin Deja preview, a movie I swear I’ve seen Same new you, wondering how you been Well it felt like eternity in a few seconds I’d “say” more than words, pure essence An Absolute still particle of blinding light Soundly Sleepwalking in the dark of night

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Alphabetically speaking Biologically we're seeking Communication in some way Dying Dictation signs of decay Extraordinary sprouted seeds Fragmented within the weeds Germinating wants and needs Hibernating the ***** deeds Irrigate the dire desert thirst Jubilate, the levee finally burst Keeping faith, knowing no bounds Leaping wraith, hallowed grounds Merely thankful for each breath Nearly drank myself to death Obtain the keys, unlock the soul Pain and pleasure to fill the hole Quietude to soothe your mind Renewed mood the sacred kind Striving for answers, yearning for more Thriving in distractions, avoiding a cure Untie the line, and cut the lure Vie and opine the truly pure Wardrobes a bore, plain gray's just not for me Xenophobes galore in this brand new galaxy Yin to the yang, balance they say is key Zen with a bang, the universe is set free

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Feb 24, 2025

Feb 24, 2025 at 7:04 PM UTC

Now I Know

Alphabetically speaking Biologically we're seeking Communication in some way Dying Dictation signs of decay Extraordinary sprouted seeds Fragmented within the weeds Germinating wants and needs Hibernating the ***** deeds Irrigate the dire desert thirst Jubilate, the levee finally burst Keeping faith, knowing no bounds Leaping wraith, hallowed grounds Merely thankful for each breath Nearly drank myself to death Obtain the keys, unlock the soul Pain and pleasure to fill the hole Quietude to soothe your mind Renewed mood the sacred kind Striving for answers, yearning for more Thriving in distractions, avoiding a cure Untie the line, and cut the lure Vie and opine the truly pure Wardrobes a bore, plain gray's just not for me Xenophobes galore in this brand new galaxy Yin to the yang, balance they say is key Zen with a bang, the universe is set free

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Fortune came a little late, but will it still favor the brave or the bold? Too soon to claim it's fate, must not waver, stave off the urge to fold A boon to be, fortune ate, a last meal to savor, just a slave to the gold Full moon, worth the wait, the perfect flavor, fresh grave for the old Waiting pensively for the doors of perception to crack open the realm Baiting extensively, fore the chores of deception tend to underwhelm Sense the false security, then grab a knife to slice the heavy tension Rinse within the purity, waterfalls of life, the price of time's pension Confiding in the powers that be, evolving to become pro creations Sliding through the showers, and resolving all the lost translations Clamoring community and connection, chasing dreams of affection Stammering an opportunity for objection, facing streams of reflection The Siren's sounds softly satiate the souls of mortals to keep them full Hallowed grounds shall await, as we search for portals to a final goal

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Feb 17, 2025

Feb 17, 2025 at 1:55 PM UTC

It Just Felt Write

Fortune came a little late, but will it still favor the brave or the bold? Too soon to claim it's fate, must not waver, stave off the urge to fold A boon to be, fortune ate, a last meal to savor, just a slave to the gold Full moon, worth the wait, the perfect flavor, fresh grave for the old Waiting pensively for the doors of perception to crack open the realm Baiting extensively, fore the chores of deception tend to underwhelm Sense the false security, then grab a knife to slice the heavy tension Rinse within the purity, waterfalls of life, the price of time's pension Confiding in the powers that be, evolving to become pro creations Sliding through the showers, and resolving all the lost translations Clamoring community and connection, chasing dreams of affection Stammering an opportunity for objection, facing streams of reflection The Siren's sounds softly satiate the souls of mortals to keep them full Hallowed grounds shall await, as we search for portals to a final goal

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My weary mind wanders like a slick slime Mold The bleary grind ponders how time got so Old An eternal bind planning for the future, so Bold As HuMankind is panning the universe for Gold So I sit here and stare at the ceiling fan above Wondering if the action means pushing Shove Conundrums in thee heart as tight as a Glove Hypertensive fluttering but all you need is Love And Round and round we Go And Deja Vu again you Know Be a fun guy time for the Show My ceiling fan persists to Blow I’m Microdosing lots of life Hide the kids and the wife Father time’s sharp knife Confide in god zero strife There’s got to be more, as a fact of matter As a universal spore still persists to scatter Panspermia comet brought the baby batter As My ceiling fan spins, my pupils grow fatter Where’d it all begin? And How the hell are we alive? Apple snakeskin sin? A Bad screenplay to contrive So many sacred lessons to be learned Before the final court is to be adjourned But Don’t worry the witness hasn’t Sung The Corrupt Jury will remain forever Hung Mystical Manna for your mind Carl Jung? Or just a bunch of Beetle’s chasing Dung? Either way it’s a long strange trip And I know you don’t really drink But maybe just take one little sip My ceiling fan will make you think

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Oct 29, 2024

Oct 29, 2024 at 4:13 AM UTC

My Ceiling Fan

My weary mind wanders like a slick slime Mold The bleary grind ponders how time got so Old An eternal bind planning for the future, so Bold As HuMankind is panning the universe for Gold So I sit here and stare at the ceiling fan above Wondering if the action means pushing Shove Conundrums in thee heart as tight as a Glove Hypertensive fluttering but all you need is Love And Round and round we Go And Deja Vu again you Know Be a fun guy time for the Show My ceiling fan persists to Blow I’m Microdosing lots of life Hide the kids and the wife Father time’s sharp knife Confide in god zero strife There’s got to be more, as a fact of matter As a universal spore still persists to scatter Panspermia comet brought the baby batter As My ceiling fan spins, my pupils grow fatter Where’d it all begin? And How the hell are we alive? Apple snakeskin sin? A Bad screenplay to contrive So many sacred lessons to be learned Before the final court is to be adjourned But Don’t worry the witness hasn’t Sung The Corrupt Jury will remain forever Hung Mystical Manna for your mind Carl Jung? Or just a bunch of Beetle’s chasing Dung? Either way it’s a long strange trip And I know you don’t really drink But maybe just take one little sip My ceiling fan will make you think

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Longing for another memory Clouded vision, hard to See Wormhole to the future Me Past and present reciproCity I'm just happy to be here Now.. everything is clear Another fast moving year Spinning vast blue sphere I'm a greedy piece of **** Just a needy half dim wit A little scared to commit And just too lazy to quit But I do know what luck is And if God has a pop quiz My answers would be... Thank you for the free will I appreciate that cold chill A Roller coaster drop thrill A cherished moment so still Feeling Encapsulated and basking in the infinite Grattitude Frozen and Elated in fractured time with my eyes so Glued Forever Fated to the captured loop a premonition deja Vued Finally Satiated and the solace soothes my soul perfect Food

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Oct 25, 2024

Oct 25, 2024 at 10:44 PM UTC

Merci Lottery

Longing for another memory Clouded vision, hard to See Wormhole to the future Me Past and present reciproCity I'm just happy to be here Now.. everything is clear Another fast moving year Spinning vast blue sphere I'm a greedy piece of **** Just a needy half dim wit A little scared to commit And just too lazy to quit But I do know what luck is And if God has a pop quiz My answers would be... Thank you for the free will I appreciate that cold chill A Roller coaster drop thrill A cherished moment so still Feeling Encapsulated and basking in the infinite Grattitude Frozen and Elated in fractured time with my eyes so Glued Forever Fated to the captured loop a premonition deja Vued Finally Satiated and the solace soothes my soul perfect Food

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