foolsjingle - Hello Poetry

i’m not really ready and so i am preparing to learn how to hate you. i day-dream maybe, less visuals, more fantasising, my mum asks me to come over, just to help out with the housework, and i will, on the condition that she picks me up and drives me over, and i don’t mind being paid by not having to pay when i should, to skip the two dollar bus fare, or the ten dollar taxi, let another control where i go, for free. i’m not really ready and so i’m a little turned-off lately. i hope you never notice, and funnily enough, i don’t think you will, despite usually claiming the opposite, you ignore what discomforts you i think, well, so do i, so do i, we are still the same, i wouldn’t think i’m above you, just further to the left, further ahead, this journey, this life, still runs slow for us all.

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Nov 22, 2025

Nov 22, 2025 at 4:58 AM UTC

foolsjingle

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i’m not really ready and so i am preparing to learn how to hate you. i day-dream maybe, less visuals, more fantasising, my mum asks me to come over, just to help out with the housework, and i will, on the condition that she picks me up and drives me over, and i don’t mind being paid by not having to pay when i should, to skip the two dollar bus fare, or the ten dollar taxi, let another control where i go, for free. i’m not really ready and so i’m a little turned-off lately. i hope you never notice, and funnily enough, i don’t think you will, despite usually claiming the opposite, you ignore what discomforts you i think, well, so do i, so do i, we are still the same, i wouldn’t think i’m above you, just further to the left, further ahead, this journey, this life, still runs slow for us all.

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brick on the street. the wind is a wall, you know, the cars have been watching lately, when it’s daylight, the asphalt sticks, the pathway is quicksand, the trees sway and listen. people have the faces of predators, you can see your own, paranoid. why can’t you go to the cinema? sit in a cafe alone? they scoff and giggle, clawed nails covering snorts of delight. the bricked path is surely a stable one, unease sets- moulds like concrete with sugar in, if the world is a cage, you’ve carved out a smaller space. claustrophobic? trapped? or maybe safe, secure. you step inside the gate and remember, it stopped the wind once.

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Sep 4, 2025

Sep 4, 2025 at 12:55 AM UTC

foolsjingle

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brick on the street. the wind is a wall, you know, the cars have been watching lately, when it’s daylight, the asphalt sticks, the pathway is quicksand, the trees sway and listen. people have the faces of predators, you can see your own, paranoid. why can’t you go to the cinema? sit in a cafe alone? they scoff and giggle, clawed nails covering snorts of delight. the bricked path is surely a stable one, unease sets- moulds like concrete with sugar in, if the world is a cage, you’ve carved out a smaller space. claustrophobic? trapped? or maybe safe, secure. you step inside the gate and remember, it stopped the wind once.

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collecting rainwater in a can, pretending i am two years ahead in the future and i’m living it now. now now now. impatience, one of my flaws, maybe sometimes a virtue, well, anything is a virtue in the right context. dogs’ teeth, like the old boy who ground the front four into nothing, today i was struck with the terrible fear that i’ll be all gums in five years, should probably brush a little more. wish i could live a little more, your second half maybe exists to create jealousy, well, i’m not sure, maybe i’m a jealous person, i want the traits i have not. the two, four, five- we skip threes because nothing comes in threes anymore, and i’m never lucky on the third try, well i try. try try try.

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Sep 4, 2025

Sep 4, 2025 at 12:36 AM UTC

foolsjingle

more than half-empty/enough

collecting rainwater in a can, pretending i am two years ahead in the future and i’m living it now. now now now. impatience, one of my flaws, maybe sometimes a virtue, well, anything is a virtue in the right context. dogs’ teeth, like the old boy who ground the front four into nothing, today i was struck with the terrible fear that i’ll be all gums in five years, should probably brush a little more. wish i could live a little more, your second half maybe exists to create jealousy, well, i’m not sure, maybe i’m a jealous person, i want the traits i have not. the two, four, five- we skip threes because nothing comes in threes anymore, and i’m never lucky on the third try, well i try. try try try.

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