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james-alai
james-alai
I was born and I'm alive. That's about it.
how do you do? what's on your mind? how to you feel? is everything fine? what are your plans? what do you think? what turns you on? what is your kink? are you in love? what do you hate? do you go to bed early? do you stay up late? are you a seeker? or set in your ways? do you live for tomorrow? or do you live for today? a million questions a million why's. I'd ask a million more if I had the time.
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Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 1:00 PM UTC
Question
I see a mountain it stands so tall The most beautiful mountain of them all It's snow tipped summit touches the sky no man can climb it but many did try no matter what will happen famine, flood, or storm the mountain never changes and forever it endures. sometimes I stop and linger in it's shadow below and I close my eyes and tried to think of what the mountain knows and suddenly I felt it a sudden sense of time and with no more hesitation I begin to climb
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Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 1:52 AM UTC
The Most Beautiful Mountain
You're dead there was so much we could have done so many streets we could have walked down but now we can't, we never will because you are dead I told you I loved you and you said you loved me too but you're dead and now you are in a vase on a shelf surrounded by pictures of the good old days We could have walked hand in hand up mountains and through forests and up and down hills we could have seen it all there is so much more to do there was so much more to see... but you're dead and I hate it
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Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 5:57 PM UTC
You're dead
The gun went boom and left a hole in my chest the blood came out in waves gushes of hot and sticky red I fell to my knees and looked down and the sight of it freaked me out because it isn't everyday you get shot and I haven't read any books about dealing with such a thing. so yes, it freaked me out. pure organic 100% all natural freak out I fall on my back. My skin is starting to go cold and my breathing is becoming shallow I'm fading little by little like an uncharged phone. Please plug me back in I need a ******* outlet, ASAP But it's hopeless everything is lost I was shot in the heart and this is what happens .
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Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 9:54 PM UTC
a shot in the heart
I fall down a well the old wet stone bricks fly past me in a blur faster and faster and faster the damp air pulls on my hair and smacks my eyes until they cry I shouldn't have leaned over so far I shouldn't have ever been so curious but I did and I was... and now I'm falling down a well and there's nothing I can do besides wait for the bottom hopefully it's not dry
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Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 9:33 PM UTC
Falling Down A Well
It hurts losing anything and everything. my wealth and my health are gone i have died a million and one times. i have lived a million and one lives. but I've lost it all, all over again this time again
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Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 10:11 PM UTC
lost on the losing side
So It's been a while, folks since I wrote a poem I've been busy with work and life passing time, days and weeks and months and years kept me away but here I am back to basics back to what fits writing a poem for everyone to see It's like coming back home from someplace far, far away
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Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 10:08 PM UTC
Here I am again
Ever curse in front of a priest? It's awkward to say the least especially when you let it slip Jesus Christ, Holy ****
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Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 8:07 PM UTC
Sorry for cursing.
cry baby, cry all the world was in front all the past was behind and you dropped the ball. it fell right out of your hand and for what? don't say it was for love because that would be a crying shame. this life is not a Shakespearean play, the ebb and flow just isn't here and there is no rhyme, and there is no reason and the grammar is bad. so cry baby, cry you let everything get to you you cut off your nose to spite your face like standing on the tracks to catch the train. it's such a drag maybe you should go back home and leave those fiery, gun powder dreams behind.
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Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 1:48 PM UTC
cry baby, cry
now where do I begin? The beginning? Nah. How about I start at the end? The door that was slammed in my face. The shouting and name calling and cutting, bruising words? You know, the kind of thing that can't be taken back. Yeah, let me start there because everybody likes a sad story and our story darlin', ours is the best. It has love and love lost. It has tears and ripped up love letters and "Get the **** out's" It has me begging like a dog and you putting your fingers in your ears Yeah, let's start the story at the end because everybody likes a sad story and ours is the best.
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Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 12:30 PM UTC
the best kind of horrible story