ethan-solouki - Hello Poetry

Here’s some Xanax for the anxiety caused by the Adderall that you got for not being able to focus as a side effect of the anti-depressants prescribed to you for the depression caused by a low nutrient, snake oil infused society.

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Sep 13, 2016

Sep 13, 2016 at 4:20 PM UTC

Prescribed (false solutions)

Here’s some Xanax for the anxiety caused by the Adderall that you got for not being able to focus as a side effect of the anti-depressants prescribed to you for the depression caused by a low nutrient, snake oil infused society.

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Why do I... Rely on tomorrows, Loathe in secret sorrows. Why do I... Pretend like this time is borrowed, As if this isn't the real thing... It's practice, that must be what I think. Why do I, when I know it's not true?

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Sep 12, 2016

Sep 12, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC

Why do I?

Why do I... Rely on tomorrows, Loathe in secret sorrows. Why do I... Pretend like this time is borrowed, As if this isn't the real thing... It's practice, that must be what I think. Why do I, when I know it's not true?

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Another lifetime, My friend then you were.. When we were 730 days old, We had been placed in the same social circle. Our parents were around one another, Therefore so were we. Countless hours spent together None that I can recall.. Just the general idea of it all Separated for some time, Since your parents lived somewhere different than mine. You became a memory in my mind, Barely there, somewhere hidden way behind But still, you were there.. Somewhere. From my mental you appeared Into my physical, you became visual It felt oddly visceral You were not something I learned, Yet something I knew You knew as did I, When we first spoke again About the time we've spent, Both of us knew we no longer "knew" that time, Just a memory of our minds. Cordial we soon became, Through shared friends during summer school breaks. Fast forward sometime.. Follow it down the straight line Springtime, I believe it was Or maybe fall What time of year do teens start school again? Might have thought spring, From recalling nostalgias of that time Growth and blooming Nature's prime-time Just the right time, When the earth is perfectly distanced from the sun. Placed together once again This time by algorithmic (g)odds. This time was different The choice was now ours, We chose to "spend time" We chose to treat each other like kin We chose to respect each other, and trust one another We chose to become very close. I thought you were visually stimulating Though there were no ****** tensions, No physical intentions Simple acquaintance elation, Good relations. I upset the bond, I messed up. Without giving it much thought, I leaked a clue to a secret I did not know was so "secret." Not knowing what it meant to you, I came to find out what I meant to you.. A lot less than I thought I meant to you. Becoming the victim of a public shun, Our time seperate had begun. I was sorry for what I dropped, But wasn't aware of the weight it held. I was ashamed Ashamed of me, Ashamed of you. I thought I'd give time a breath Let it have a little stretch Letting it go, .. Not knowing it would never return.

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Jul 3, 2016

Jul 3, 2016 at 2:35 AM UTC

Michelle

Another lifetime, My friend then you were.. When we were 730 days old, We had been placed in the same social circle. Our parents were around one another, Therefore so were we. Countless hours spent together None that I can recall.. Just the general idea of it all Separated for some time, Since your parents lived somewhere different than mine. You became a memory in my mind, Barely there, somewhere hidden way behind But still, you were there.. Somewhere. From my mental you appeared Into my physical, you became visual It felt oddly visceral You were not something I learned, Yet something I knew You knew as did I, When we first spoke again About the time we've spent, Both of us knew we no longer "knew" that time, Just a memory of our minds. Cordial we soon became, Through shared friends during summer school breaks. Fast forward sometime.. Follow it down the straight line Springtime, I believe it was Or maybe fall What time of year do teens start school again? Might have thought spring, From recalling nostalgias of that time Growth and blooming Nature's prime-time Just the right time, When the earth is perfectly distanced from the sun. Placed together once again This time by algorithmic (g)odds. This time was different The choice was now ours, We chose to "spend time" We chose to treat each other like kin We chose to respect each other, and trust one another We chose to become very close. I thought you were visually stimulating Though there were no ****** tensions, No physical intentions Simple acquaintance elation, Good relations. I upset the bond, I messed up. Without giving it much thought, I leaked a clue to a secret I did not know was so "secret." Not knowing what it meant to you, I came to find out what I meant to you.. A lot less than I thought I meant to you. Becoming the victim of a public shun, Our time seperate had begun. I was sorry for what I dropped, But wasn't aware of the weight it held. I was ashamed Ashamed of me, Ashamed of you. I thought I'd give time a breath Let it have a little stretch Letting it go, .. Not knowing it would never return.

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Are you running from me.. Like i'm running from you? Are you thinking of me How i'm thinking of you? Telling yourself it won't work out.. It must be "too good to be true." Are you using excuses for me Like I am for you? Too this, too that, not enough _____. Are you uneasy with the warm feelings, wishing instead to stay blue. Are you stumped like I am Wanting to reach out, But thinking "maybe I should wait a few?" Not wanting to suffocate you.. Are you down 4 me like i'm down 4 you? ..Are you?

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Jun 5, 2016

Jun 5, 2016 at 7:53 PM UTC

Are you?

Are you running from me.. Like i'm running from you? Are you thinking of me How i'm thinking of you? Telling yourself it won't work out.. It must be "too good to be true." Are you using excuses for me Like I am for you? Too this, too that, not enough _____. Are you uneasy with the warm feelings, wishing instead to stay blue. Are you stumped like I am Wanting to reach out, But thinking "maybe I should wait a few?" Not wanting to suffocate you.. Are you down 4 me like i'm down 4 you? ..Are you?

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I'll be in the woods, but you won't need me. When I find the wood guarded by scarcity I too will steal, yet I will only take the milk that has already been liberated. Los Angeles: The air available here is no longer adaptable, my lungs have not evolved like the rest and my filter is getting full, it’s getting complicated to breathe. The chemicals are no longer reacting like they are supposed to. I used up all the gas, the batteries too. I try to wind-up, pull the string, re-charge. These sources no longer work, I need something new. The wiring seems off, the lights sometimes flicker, rarely staying bright for long. I tried replacing the crank, yet there was not enough electricity to put it into rotation. I called for a tow-truck but it never showed, I pumped up my tires and pushed but I still could not roll. I opened the door, starting my journey to the woods…which I hope still exist.

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Jan 25, 2016

Jan 25, 2016 at 6:43 PM UTC

I'll be in the woods...

I'll be in the woods, but you won't need me. When I find the wood guarded by scarcity I too will steal, yet I will only take the milk that has already been liberated. Los Angeles: The air available here is no longer adaptable, my lungs have not evolved like the rest and my filter is getting full, it’s getting complicated to breathe. The chemicals are no longer reacting like they are supposed to. I used up all the gas, the batteries too. I try to wind-up, pull the string, re-charge. These sources no longer work, I need something new. The wiring seems off, the lights sometimes flicker, rarely staying bright for long. I tried replacing the crank, yet there was not enough electricity to put it into rotation. I called for a tow-truck but it never showed, I pumped up my tires and pushed but I still could not roll. I opened the door, starting my journey to the woods…which I hope still exist.

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They look and see The quiet surface of me, Slight waves of personality. They don't know what I hide How strong my tide. The depth of my sea, They simply cannot see. They will never be able to swim to my depths, or reach my upmost steps Couldn't possibly stay afloat when I've wept. To see what lives in the deep darkness of me, There is not enough breath to explore beneath chest. I am a labyrinth.. I confess.

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Jan 25, 2016

Jan 25, 2016 at 4:13 PM UTC

Outermost me

They look and see The quiet surface of me, Slight waves of personality. They don't know what I hide How strong my tide. The depth of my sea, They simply cannot see. They will never be able to swim to my depths, or reach my upmost steps Couldn't possibly stay afloat when I've wept. To see what lives in the deep darkness of me, There is not enough breath to explore beneath chest. I am a labyrinth.. I confess.

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Cooking up styles Master Recipes, For no one to see. The people are at the shore I'm stuck at sea, Barely floating Almost choking Mind infected, Hoping for a resurrection. I've got all the skill But, I'm missing the will. It's been too long waiting for change It won't find me... I am stuck at sea.

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Jan 25, 2016

Jan 25, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC

A mind infected

Cooking up styles Master Recipes, For no one to see. The people are at the shore I'm stuck at sea, Barely floating Almost choking Mind infected, Hoping for a resurrection. I've got all the skill But, I'm missing the will. It's been too long waiting for change It won't find me... I am stuck at sea.

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As this heart beats and my mind thinks, Battlefields are taking place inside of me. Two main teams: The Soul-Mind versus Flesh-Life. Pirates and Sailors both floatin the same ship. Peace, sometimes...though mostly misery, As I attempt to find calm at sea. The oppositions create distance with the teams, As they've come to disrupt my woken dreams. Which one is right, I often think. Two of the same, The same are not two. There is no sense to be made. We trade, we trade, playing this game. We are yet to know that in the end... All is the same.

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Oct 31, 2015

Oct 31, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC

Flesh vs. Soul

As this heart beats and my mind thinks, Battlefields are taking place inside of me. Two main teams: The Soul-Mind versus Flesh-Life. Pirates and Sailors both floatin the same ship. Peace, sometimes...though mostly misery, As I attempt to find calm at sea. The oppositions create distance with the teams, As they've come to disrupt my woken dreams. Which one is right, I often think. Two of the same, The same are not two. There is no sense to be made. We trade, we trade, playing this game. We are yet to know that in the end... All is the same.

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Im Lost, and there is no found A hound with no more scent around Am I living to live, or hear to make a sound? Confused I am you see, but you don’t see. We are; lost at sea, both you and me. Why is this world round? All these options; up/down, smile/frown In evolutions I am lost But there is no found. My eyes read and read These leads and leads, make my mind bleed. My soul is trapped, dancing inside of me Fighting to be free. These tracks keep going, there’s no longer a lead As far as I can see, as far as I can see. I once had a God, he left me. I once had a god, It was I that left I didn’t want to believe In great destiny, I wanted misery. How could this be? Bound to, nothing. Getting around to, nothing. What I found? Nothing, yet. Scared of the profound. Terrified. Safe House, I’m a mouse And it’s no wonder I’m not getting the cheese.

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Sep 28, 2015

Sep 28, 2015 at 11:04 PM UTC

L O S T

Im Lost, and there is no found A hound with no more scent around Am I living to live, or hear to make a sound? Confused I am you see, but you don’t see. We are; lost at sea, both you and me. Why is this world round? All these options; up/down, smile/frown In evolutions I am lost But there is no found. My eyes read and read These leads and leads, make my mind bleed. My soul is trapped, dancing inside of me Fighting to be free. These tracks keep going, there’s no longer a lead As far as I can see, as far as I can see. I once had a God, he left me. I once had a god, It was I that left I didn’t want to believe In great destiny, I wanted misery. How could this be? Bound to, nothing. Getting around to, nothing. What I found? Nothing, yet. Scared of the profound. Terrified. Safe House, I’m a mouse And it’s no wonder I’m not getting the cheese.

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If there comes a day When death takes me away I want no sorrow, I wasn't built to stay. If there comes a day When my body is put to lay I need you to smile With no delay. I used up my color, All that was left turned gray. If there ever comes a day When I look like a stray or exist far away, You should justly know The world never heaped it's weight And that... I want it to be this way.

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Jul 26, 2015

Jul 26, 2015 at 6:45 PM UTC

If there comes a day (In the event of my demise)

If there comes a day When death takes me away I want no sorrow, I wasn't built to stay. If there comes a day When my body is put to lay I need you to smile With no delay. I used up my color, All that was left turned gray. If there ever comes a day When I look like a stray or exist far away, You should justly know The world never heaped it's weight And that... I want it to be this way.

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