jiminy-littly - Hello Poetry

What would I do with all that money? Honey, I love you I miss you I can’t buy you back I can’t spend the thrift I can’t bring myself To return All those things you have given me.

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Mar 17

Mar 17, 2026 at 2:36 AM UTC

What would I do with all that money?

What would I do with all that money? Honey, I love you I miss you I can’t buy you back I can’t spend the thrift I can’t bring myself To return All those things you have given me.

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I burned my dresses before I left She said, amongst other things, that she burned her dresses Meaning she torched her apartment Meaning, she got the money she needed to sleep on the sidewalk A Man made, Death walk Burning dresses Screeching buses Topped off urns Bury the ashes Sleeping ******* waking To a Bitter, bitter, Bite. I burned my dresses because they were a part of the past I played Schubert after a thousand wrongs I helped Delilah keep her promise I surprised a sphinx with oil in a can I need no proof. It all happened within time. It was without guilt That my dresses burned before I left… I kept a fire going And all were Upset.

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Mar 17

Mar 17, 2026 at 12:54 AM UTC

I burned my dresses

I burned my dresses before I left She said, amongst other things, that she burned her dresses Meaning she torched her apartment Meaning, she got the money she needed to sleep on the sidewalk A Man made, Death walk Burning dresses Screeching buses Topped off urns Bury the ashes Sleeping ******* waking To a Bitter, bitter, Bite. I burned my dresses because they were a part of the past I played Schubert after a thousand wrongs I helped Delilah keep her promise I surprised a sphinx with oil in a can I need no proof. It all happened within time. It was without guilt That my dresses burned before I left… I kept a fire going And all were Upset.

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I wanna reach out to somebody But who? I wanna be someone But who? I have wounded knees But who Cares. I have a ratio of tenderness of Ten to one But who for… Me? There are so many people In this world Who are groping for a chance To be someone Why do I ***** There are so many people who do not care… But can anyone Care for them? not I. I am a wanna be Person In need of a soul: The way this is typed out Is the same way Car horns blindly blare Or voices Of people across the street Who have an inebriated mind are No longer interested In humanity.

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Nov 13, 2025

Nov 13, 2025 at 1:18 AM UTC

I wanna reach out to somebody

I wanna reach out to somebody But who? I wanna be someone But who? I have wounded knees But who Cares. I have a ratio of tenderness of Ten to one But who for… Me? There are so many people In this world Who are groping for a chance To be someone Why do I ***** There are so many people who do not care… But can anyone Care for them? not I. I am a wanna be Person In need of a soul: The way this is typed out Is the same way Car horns blindly blare Or voices Of people across the street Who have an inebriated mind are No longer interested In humanity.

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Everyone thinks I am high and so I am Everyone thinks I’m gay And I’m not Everyone thinks I’m soft But I’m hard Everything is old And so too I am Everyone thinks they know best And I don’t believe they do except for that one guy Where I think I know That he is wrong And I Am right Everyone thinks that the end is near And I know that it’s all about fear I do wish I had control of my emotions And didn’t have to hear my neighbors commotions But I do Everyone thinks that I am angry And I am angry I am very angry I am so angry that my head will explode If I don’t stick it out the window and scream And if the window should collapse upon my neck And shut neatly on the windowsill… …where often there are plants that are watered I would like to think That I may be watered too… And if my shouts and screams should be heard I would like to think My lack of faith Should not be replaced By fear ++++++ And let the window collapse upon my neck And shut neatly on the windowsill Where often enough There are plants that are watered

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Nov 13, 2024

Nov 13, 2024 at 1:06 AM UTC

Everyone thinks and so do I

Everyone thinks I am high and so I am Everyone thinks I’m gay And I’m not Everyone thinks I’m soft But I’m hard Everything is old And so too I am Everyone thinks they know best And I don’t believe they do except for that one guy Where I think I know That he is wrong And I Am right Everyone thinks that the end is near And I know that it’s all about fear I do wish I had control of my emotions And didn’t have to hear my neighbors commotions But I do Everyone thinks that I am angry And I am angry I am very angry I am so angry that my head will explode If I don’t stick it out the window and scream And if the window should collapse upon my neck And shut neatly on the windowsill… …where often there are plants that are watered I would like to think That I may be watered too… And if my shouts and screams should be heard I would like to think My lack of faith Should not be replaced By fear ++++++ And let the window collapse upon my neck And shut neatly on the windowsill Where often enough There are plants that are watered

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Future projects include, trimming my beard, but only to replace the one I have. Another project could be to omit the subject noun whereby relaxing any proposed meaning to superficiality or replace with an Ubernoun to be discovered later. I am writing in the stile of Typhoon Murphy. I am having a profound realization that my non-writing writing has gone all wrong. I, for one, am not worried as much as profoundly disengaged. Dot, dot, dot. A bio-recap: If I am conscience of God then I am also wrong about many other things too. If I ignore my thoughts, they then, in turn, will ignore me. BUT STILL...it hurts. If the water I drink is tainted then I am slowly poisoning the earth EVEN AFTER cremation.

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May 29, 2023

May 29, 2023 at 11:00 AM UTC

But Still, Even After, As I live ******* on the earth) (surmised by Tyhe Cooper)

Future projects include, trimming my beard, but only to replace the one I have. Another project could be to omit the subject noun whereby relaxing any proposed meaning to superficiality or replace with an Ubernoun to be discovered later. I am writing in the stile of Typhoon Murphy. I am having a profound realization that my non-writing writing has gone all wrong. I, for one, am not worried as much as profoundly disengaged. Dot, dot, dot. A bio-recap: If I am conscience of God then I am also wrong about many other things too. If I ignore my thoughts, they then, in turn, will ignore me. BUT STILL...it hurts. If the water I drink is tainted then I am slowly poisoning the earth EVEN AFTER cremation.

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The tremors of the heart Can be mended But slowly, slowly, slowly Would you care to be laden by the fire? O, someday, someday, someway Will you dare ever waken to a song? Sat song, a sitting song, that you wont need to don’t get up Far be it from me Mr. Snead To level off on the misty foutenou Winding down a path of fortune heading south on Bare breast street, looking for but longing more Under-bred sister with her family get-togethers Passing the Potato famine remembered story On the rhinebek [Rheinbach] mountain top Swig after swig Dwarfing all that come after Our being here Let that be the lesser

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Feb 12, 2022

Feb 12, 2022 at 3:25 AM UTC

If I could be that clear (for Alice Notley)

The tremors of the heart Can be mended But slowly, slowly, slowly Would you care to be laden by the fire? O, someday, someday, someway Will you dare ever waken to a song? Sat song, a sitting song, that you wont need to don’t get up Far be it from me Mr. Snead To level off on the misty foutenou Winding down a path of fortune heading south on Bare breast street, looking for but longing more Under-bred sister with her family get-togethers Passing the Potato famine remembered story On the rhinebek [Rheinbach] mountain top Swig after swig Dwarfing all that come after Our being here Let that be the lesser

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I guess I want I want the prize of youth I want an atheist certainty That pride in knowing how things are I want that person who ignores me I want what my father and his father want A faith that has a dollar sense about it all I want that death knell To freeze. This then Is a last ditch effort to throw words at you Without hate.

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Feb 12, 2022

Feb 12, 2022 at 2:11 AM UTC

Dollar sense

I guess I want I want the prize of youth I want an atheist certainty That pride in knowing how things are I want that person who ignores me I want what my father and his father want A faith that has a dollar sense about it all I want that death knell To freeze. This then Is a last ditch effort to throw words at you Without hate.

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dickens might have complained how unlucky it was to be born, poor, helpless, friendless, body-less painless, my lies lie with my sins like white **** frost trying to warm my heart

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Jul 2, 2020

Jul 2, 2020 at 2:09 PM UTC

these are the souls

dickens might have complained how unlucky it was to be born, poor, helpless, friendless, body-less painless, my lies lie with my sins like white **** frost trying to warm my heart

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but so far nothing. I would liked to have kept it that way last year, anyway this book is based on an inner experience… no, strike that an inner experience basked in sun drenched aura's spilling their little yellow drops of blood money.

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Jul 2, 2020

Jul 2, 2020 at 1:53 PM UTC

the unread

but so far nothing. I would liked to have kept it that way last year, anyway this book is based on an inner experience… no, strike that an inner experience basked in sun drenched aura's spilling their little yellow drops of blood money.

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Modern pieces less than broke Greater than places to store them Less than assunder Torn greater than By bankcraft Greater than Frightened less than By Cowering Wretched Towering Greater than shivers of unending Guarantees of happiness Basically unkept Promises Opening up to swallow Your less than ninth scented sensed Throated Greater than less Om

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Jun 11, 2020

Jun 11, 2020 at 2:02 AM UTC

Greater than less

Modern pieces less than broke Greater than places to store them Less than assunder Torn greater than By bankcraft Greater than Frightened less than By Cowering Wretched Towering Greater than shivers of unending Guarantees of happiness Basically unkept Promises Opening up to swallow Your less than ninth scented sensed Throated Greater than less Om

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