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ms-hitt
Agender/USA poet... not really. / author... not really. / something in between... yeah, probably. all my poems are creative commons BY-NC 4.0.
not a very good idea drink drowsy drip, drip, drip, down goes the coffee ***
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Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 2:56 PM UTC
asleep at the wheel
A bird only soars as high as the wind that carries it. A fish only grows as large as the food that feeds it. A kite only glides as tall as the string that tethers it. A man only reaches peaks as great as his mind imagines it.
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May 21, 2025
May 21, 2025 at 1:11 PM UTC
peak / new highs
You look stupid So I'm going to take my chance and laugh. laugh at your stupid *** laugh at your stupid face, your stupid smile, that stupid look around you, laugh at the fact that I'm so much better than you(don't worry, I'm perfect) laugh until I choke on my own tears of joy, You're such a loser So I'm going to laugh at all your failures. laugh at your mistakes, laugh at your happy little accidents, awkward situations, control connotation laugh at your futile little attempts to be big in the world, be seen and known laugh until I'm rolling on the floor from bouts of elation You're such an ******* So I'm going to laugh at all your actions laugh at every move you make, every breath you take laugh at how important you really are laughing. You're such a comedian.
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May 12, 2025
May 12, 2025 at 11:45 AM UTC
comedian
legs cut running no more tongue taken speaking no more ears robbed hearing no more eyes blinded seeing no more kinte running no more
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May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 1:49 PM UTC
kinte running
woe is me. I'M HAVING THE TIME OF MY LIFE! pity, please? I'M ON CLOUD NINE! tormenting me? I'M FILLED WITH BOUNDLESS BLISS! share some with me?
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Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 2:05 PM UTC
EUPHORIA // woe
i look in the mirror and what do i see? a pretty face, as beautiful as me! or an ugly ogre, as wretched as me? i sing for the birds and what do i hear? a chip-tune back, and i shed a tear! or a cry of fear when i near? i take a look around and what do i realize? everyone, their eyes on me! leave me alone, i did not mean to advertise!
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Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 1:55 PM UTC
reflection
the bump-bump bubbling of the boil (of the kettle) the splish-splish splashing of the tea (of the teapot) the crunch-crunch crunching of the surface (of the biscuit) the woosh-woosh wooshing of the wind (of the earth) the quiet, quiet silence of nothing (of the interlude) the thump-thump thumping of the steps (of the people)
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Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 3:29 PM UTC
afternoon tea / interlude
"why should poems rhyme," he asked, "life does not rhyme," he reasoned, "and poetry is a painting of life," he shouted words should rhyme, for poetry is the sublime fruit of life, and fruit deserves color, not just a muted strife of grey poetry should be rife with color
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Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 3:23 PM UTC
rhyme
looking forward into my past i see me climbing mountains and scaling cliffs traversing the seas and doing things no man has done before looking back into my future i see me struggling to put word on paper and slouching being a slob and doing things no man hasn't done before is this my fate? forever twisted in trysts of triumph and troubles tempted with treasure but treated as a tool?
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Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 12:54 PM UTC
portrait of the "portrait of the artist as an old man" as a young man
"we hold these truths to be self evident that all men are created equal" if all men are created equal then how come men were treated like property always sunk into poverty faced with such inequality no chance for scholarly credentials or a standing in the economy never ever given a shot at success stopped from owning business or express themselves, when we try to influence The zeitgeist of society, show signs of progress nevertheless, we regress the corners of the country still act like nothing has changed generations raised on flawed principles, we need to update and adapt to the new beat of the culture, stay sync with the tune rhyme on the same rythym as everyone else think different. four of fifty people still reject me, call me a defect because i'm an ugly splotch of paint in their reality they call me a ****** a ***** their words reflect their jealousy, fallacy in their faces think different.
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Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 5:23 PM UTC
equality