m-clement - Hello Poetry

The biggest compliment he could get was, “I like that.” “That’s creative,” coming in a close second. Alienated Spaceship flying ************ That last word’s disingenuous. I’ve only ****** a ****** She’s only ****** me. I guess we got that going for us. He stares at a pad and paper, Or maybe the computer equivalent. Who trusts their own hand to be honest? Who entrusts tomes to their own handwriting? I mean, can you read that **** I guess if you were slow and methodical, But stream-of-consciousness doesn’t allow that, Even if the tag is a little off. I’ve got money to keep living, Even if most of it is credit. What’s my side hustle? Using my debit. Let it alone, is what I called the last **** God, if I could turn these to hits. Some bangers, some ear-worms. I just want someone to read this, And be like, **** I feel heard.”

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Jul 8, 2019

Jul 8, 2019 at 5:22 PM UTC

Dead artists and tasty fruits

The biggest compliment he could get was, “I like that.” “That’s creative,” coming in a close second. Alienated Spaceship flying ************ That last word’s disingenuous. I’ve only ****** a ****** She’s only ****** me. I guess we got that going for us. He stares at a pad and paper, Or maybe the computer equivalent. Who trusts their own hand to be honest? Who entrusts tomes to their own handwriting? I mean, can you read that **** I guess if you were slow and methodical, But stream-of-consciousness doesn’t allow that, Even if the tag is a little off. I’ve got money to keep living, Even if most of it is credit. What’s my side hustle? Using my debit. Let it alone, is what I called the last **** God, if I could turn these to hits. Some bangers, some ear-worms. I just want someone to read this, And be like, **** I feel heard.”

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I think I’m ****** up, An island in an ocean, An ocean full of people; Welcome, you’re alone. Let’s talk in Scrabble Bananagrams from the mouth ******* off the dome. Computer programs, give me courage If x=no And y=yes I used to be able to program my feelings Now I got pills for that.

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Jul 8, 2019

Jul 8, 2019 at 5:15 PM UTC

Let it alone

I think I’m ****** up, An island in an ocean, An ocean full of people; Welcome, you’re alone. Let’s talk in Scrabble Bananagrams from the mouth ******* off the dome. Computer programs, give me courage If x=no And y=yes I used to be able to program my feelings Now I got pills for that.

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I feel like **** I've hit a ditch Flipped my side ****** my ride I'm in the pit I ate a 'wich I saw the tide The Dude Abides **** with your human I'm unimportant Lack of dereliction Leaves me inordinate I'm a work of fiction Take me and my dic(k)tion I am losing friction: I'm falling out my mind.

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Nov 15, 2018

Nov 15, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC

All the asides aside

I feel like **** I've hit a ditch Flipped my side ****** my ride I'm in the pit I ate a 'wich I saw the tide The Dude Abides **** with your human I'm unimportant Lack of dereliction Leaves me inordinate I'm a work of fiction Take me and my dic(k)tion I am losing friction: I'm falling out my mind.

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I am a line stick me in or snort me, Courtney Battle rap fake fools in mind games and rhyme schemes that really exist in your vehicle I'll be blood work, you play needle Listened to Migos instead of the Beatles.

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Dec 3, 2017

Dec 3, 2017 at 2:24 AM UTC

If anyone asks, I didn't write this

I am a line stick me in or snort me, Courtney Battle rap fake fools in mind games and rhyme schemes that really exist in your vehicle I'll be blood work, you play needle Listened to Migos instead of the Beatles.

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I paced back and forth Kitchen to living Room Bowl in hand, I seat myself. Discomfort. Discomfort leads to frustration, Frustration gives way to irritation Irritation is stopped by standing again. “It’s just breakfast,” I say to myself. I can eat anyway I want, **** it. But as I try to plop on the leather couch once again, Some of the ever-precious cereal milk flows forth From the lip of the bowl To my pajama’d pants. I’m going to stand and eat. Thanks, breakfast.

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Oct 17, 2017

Oct 17, 2017 at 11:39 AM UTC

Breakfast

I paced back and forth Kitchen to living Room Bowl in hand, I seat myself. Discomfort. Discomfort leads to frustration, Frustration gives way to irritation Irritation is stopped by standing again. “It’s just breakfast,” I say to myself. I can eat anyway I want, **** it. But as I try to plop on the leather couch once again, Some of the ever-precious cereal milk flows forth From the lip of the bowl To my pajama’d pants. I’m going to stand and eat. Thanks, breakfast.

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Why even consider this a poem? Unwrite it. Take it back, but it's too late. Ink scribbled on rustic pages, or pages made to look rustic. Let's face it: you bought this notebook at a bookstore. It's got to look special for all your elaborate gifts to the world. You're that special snowflake, yeah? Your writing against the world of oppressive darkness surrounding your poor brain, boy. Write your way out. ****** Toons the wall, and make sure your escape.

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Aug 17, 2017

Aug 17, 2017 at 4:35 PM UTC

Unspoken internals.

Why even consider this a poem? Unwrite it. Take it back, but it's too late. Ink scribbled on rustic pages, or pages made to look rustic. Let's face it: you bought this notebook at a bookstore. It's got to look special for all your elaborate gifts to the world. You're that special snowflake, yeah? Your writing against the world of oppressive darkness surrounding your poor brain, boy. Write your way out. ****** Toons the wall, and make sure your escape.

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Hey girl, I’m a mess. You’re a “private **** with a holster I guess. I’m a private **** undercover; I jest. All I want is to **** and be heard. I’m sure I can go without the latter; Just **** me like I matter. It’d be easier if you’d have your life figured out. That line goes for us both, I suppose. I keep thinking it’s easier to drive her away, I’m not enough. So I’m looking through a window, at a woman I don’t really love. Wondering if she’s the secret key, Like there is one. I suppose that’s why **** is so easy, right? You come with me. It doesn’t matter what I have in my pocket, What the bad things I did today were, Who the **** I am. I’m just a private ****

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Jul 19, 2017

Jul 19, 2017 at 12:18 AM UTC

What does the date matter, anway?

Hey girl, I’m a mess. You’re a “private **** with a holster I guess. I’m a private **** undercover; I jest. All I want is to **** and be heard. I’m sure I can go without the latter; Just **** me like I matter. It’d be easier if you’d have your life figured out. That line goes for us both, I suppose. I keep thinking it’s easier to drive her away, I’m not enough. So I’m looking through a window, at a woman I don’t really love. Wondering if she’s the secret key, Like there is one. I suppose that’s why **** is so easy, right? You come with me. It doesn’t matter what I have in my pocket, What the bad things I did today were, Who the **** I am. I’m just a private ****

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I give, I give, and I taketh away. I’m left with nothing at the end of the day. I’m left speechless, you’ll give speeches But I’ll be far away. The frustration lies within. I hear your voice in my head Screaming, ******* live better.” I’d be better off Red. At least I’d live happy, margins well below. But you wouldn’t let me, You’d have nothing to show. Leave your fears at the door, Young child. The winter wind sweeps close. If you are not careful, The frostbite will get your nose. I’m empty; I’m flawless I need more than this. I can’t be me, and what you want at the same time. I guess ignorance is bliss.

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Apr 20, 2017

Apr 20, 2017 at 1:49 AM UTC

Inane conundrums

I give, I give, and I taketh away. I’m left with nothing at the end of the day. I’m left speechless, you’ll give speeches But I’ll be far away. The frustration lies within. I hear your voice in my head Screaming, ******* live better.” I’d be better off Red. At least I’d live happy, margins well below. But you wouldn’t let me, You’d have nothing to show. Leave your fears at the door, Young child. The winter wind sweeps close. If you are not careful, The frostbite will get your nose. I’m empty; I’m flawless I need more than this. I can’t be me, and what you want at the same time. I guess ignorance is bliss.

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"Just remember the last password," Passing out over dog turds As they flush out their ***** soaked linens. A second away, a crusader she stays, letting men and women, alike, hit rock bottom. Her hair properly coiffed, Her apron in a knot, tied neatly, behind her back. She waters the garden, begs for no pardons and awaits the hose to lose its slack.

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Jan 24, 2017

Jan 24, 2017 at 5:36 AM UTC

"Mother's Across Campus"

"Just remember the last password," Passing out over dog turds As they flush out their ***** soaked linens. A second away, a crusader she stays, letting men and women, alike, hit rock bottom. Her hair properly coiffed, Her apron in a knot, tied neatly, behind her back. She waters the garden, begs for no pardons and awaits the hose to lose its slack.

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Hollow bodies all toil in compassion for something they truly want, but we speak as if the truth were individual, subjective; there's no line in the sand into what's bad unless everyone agrees. Who's really wrong? What's really wrong? Can we ever hope to draw a lion? I ****** up a serious tone with a joke.

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Jan 24, 2017

Jan 24, 2017 at 5:21 AM UTC

Tit-for-tat, and all that.

Hollow bodies all toil in compassion for something they truly want, but we speak as if the truth were individual, subjective; there's no line in the sand into what's bad unless everyone agrees. Who's really wrong? What's really wrong? Can we ever hope to draw a lion? I ****** up a serious tone with a joke.

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