peacock - Hello Poetry

The poet as a disembodied voice. You percieve them in your own internal voice. The poet is not a person as we know people to be. The poet is a thing that observes, but not a thing that is. The poets words become your own before you even realise whats happening. When you read you absorb, it all amalgamates together into something resembling what one could call a self. Externally it is percieved. The reader is then penetrated and all becomes internal. Keeping in mind that all that is internal will likely become external again at some point. Replication, replication, like bacteria splitting in two and forming two identical things, or sometimes one of the things mutates and becomes slightly different. Like reproduction, recreating in ones own image. Like playing God. Like *** but not in a love making way. Not entirely unlike a love making way but this is not that. This is not that. The relationship between poet and audience is an intimate one indeed. Reader and writer are sharing in the act of creation. This process could be called divine, if you are so inclined. It could also be called it ******* if you are so inclined.

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Nov 8, 2025

Nov 8, 2025 at 8:34 AM UTC

poetry is like *** (I'm bad at it and it makes me cry)

The poet as a disembodied voice. You percieve them in your own internal voice. The poet is not a person as we know people to be. The poet is a thing that observes, but not a thing that is. The poets words become your own before you even realise whats happening. When you read you absorb, it all amalgamates together into something resembling what one could call a self. Externally it is percieved. The reader is then penetrated and all becomes internal. Keeping in mind that all that is internal will likely become external again at some point. Replication, replication, like bacteria splitting in two and forming two identical things, or sometimes one of the things mutates and becomes slightly different. Like reproduction, recreating in ones own image. Like playing God. Like *** but not in a love making way. Not entirely unlike a love making way but this is not that. This is not that. The relationship between poet and audience is an intimate one indeed. Reader and writer are sharing in the act of creation. This process could be called divine, if you are so inclined. It could also be called it ******* if you are so inclined.

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sad reality about writing your madness not interesting

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Nov 8, 2025

Nov 8, 2025 at 6:24 AM UTC

not interesting

sad reality about writing your madness not interesting

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I DIED IN THE HEATHLANDS (that's kind of cliche) I SAW DEER TRACKS IN THE SNOW, I SAW BLOOD TOO (that's still cliche) I FOUND TENTS, I HEARD TRAMPS (okay, less cliche) THIS LAND IS HOLY, HOLY, HOLY THIS LAND IS MY FAMILY (what does that have to do with anything?) ALBION IS CRYING OUT TO ME THERE IS PAIN IN HER VOICE (poor thing) I CRY FOR HER TOO (how tragic)

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Nov 8, 2025

Nov 8, 2025 at 5:08 AM UTC

Albion is crying out to me

I DIED IN THE HEATHLANDS (that's kind of cliche) I SAW DEER TRACKS IN THE SNOW, I SAW BLOOD TOO (that's still cliche) I FOUND TENTS, I HEARD TRAMPS (okay, less cliche) THIS LAND IS HOLY, HOLY, HOLY THIS LAND IS MY FAMILY (what does that have to do with anything?) ALBION IS CRYING OUT TO ME THERE IS PAIN IN HER VOICE (poor thing) I CRY FOR HER TOO (how tragic)

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I was going to go to work but instead I kept walking and I ended up at the nature reserve and I sat by the river and it started to rain and the rain felt nice I sat there for an hour or two, I barely moved I just let myself feel it wash over me it was not heavy nothing is that heavy, really I got up and I walked and walked and walked and I found a bench and sat down again and a dog ran up and sat on the bench with me, and he kissed me and I laughed and his owner walked past, pointed upwards and said "do you think those birds up there are cormorants or gannats?" I said "I think theyre cormorants but I'm not sure. all I can tell is that theyre very big birds." we both smiled and he kept on walking.

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Nov 5, 2025

Nov 5, 2025 at 1:17 PM UTC

I kept walking

I was going to go to work but instead I kept walking and I ended up at the nature reserve and I sat by the river and it started to rain and the rain felt nice I sat there for an hour or two, I barely moved I just let myself feel it wash over me it was not heavy nothing is that heavy, really I got up and I walked and walked and walked and I found a bench and sat down again and a dog ran up and sat on the bench with me, and he kissed me and I laughed and his owner walked past, pointed upwards and said "do you think those birds up there are cormorants or gannats?" I said "I think theyre cormorants but I'm not sure. all I can tell is that theyre very big birds." we both smiled and he kept on walking.

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You know that thing that is said about insanity, how its definition is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result. Every morning I come downstairs and my mum is watching one of those god awful housewife daytime talk shows, and she says "I hate this stupid show. I hate these empty vapid celebrities that think their privileged lives matter to anyone. Who cares what they think? Who watches this crap?" And every morning I say "No one is making you watch it, you know. You can just change the channel, or listen to the radio instead. Why do you keep watching it if you hate it so much?" She never really has an answer. "Yeah, well.. It's on, isnt it?" Yeah, because you put it on. We share our condition. Every morning, she says the same thing, and every morning I say the same thing, it does not change. A closed loop. It circles like vultures.

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Nov 4, 2025

Nov 4, 2025 at 11:19 AM UTC

that thing they say about insanity

You know that thing that is said about insanity, how its definition is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result. Every morning I come downstairs and my mum is watching one of those god awful housewife daytime talk shows, and she says "I hate this stupid show. I hate these empty vapid celebrities that think their privileged lives matter to anyone. Who cares what they think? Who watches this crap?" And every morning I say "No one is making you watch it, you know. You can just change the channel, or listen to the radio instead. Why do you keep watching it if you hate it so much?" She never really has an answer. "Yeah, well.. It's on, isnt it?" Yeah, because you put it on. We share our condition. Every morning, she says the same thing, and every morning I say the same thing, it does not change. A closed loop. It circles like vultures.

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The most selfish desire I have is to be seen and percieved by you exactly as I am. I couldn't tell you why, but I like your eyes the best out of anyones. It feels real to be seen by you. It does not feel like an act, as it does with most. I am not invisible to you. When I speak you seem to hear me. I seem to have a voice, I seem to have feelings. I exist. This undoubtedly is a selfish desire. I got so desperate in my rush to exist, to really exist to someone other than myself that I forgot to return it unto you. I forgot to let you exist as you are. I forgot that you, too, deserve to be seen. You are not a machine built only to percieve. You breathe, in and out, feel hurt, feel love, feel despair, grief, loss, unrelenting boredom, as we all do. It is a selfish desire of mine to be percieved. It most certainly is.

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Nov 3, 2025

Nov 3, 2025 at 10:19 AM UTC

the most selfish desire

The most selfish desire I have is to be seen and percieved by you exactly as I am. I couldn't tell you why, but I like your eyes the best out of anyones. It feels real to be seen by you. It does not feel like an act, as it does with most. I am not invisible to you. When I speak you seem to hear me. I seem to have a voice, I seem to have feelings. I exist. This undoubtedly is a selfish desire. I got so desperate in my rush to exist, to really exist to someone other than myself that I forgot to return it unto you. I forgot to let you exist as you are. I forgot that you, too, deserve to be seen. You are not a machine built only to percieve. You breathe, in and out, feel hurt, feel love, feel despair, grief, loss, unrelenting boredom, as we all do. It is a selfish desire of mine to be percieved. It most certainly is.

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Gaelic blood Roman nose Southern ***** Northern soul

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Nov 2, 2025

Nov 2, 2025 at 12:23 PM UTC

southern ***** / northern soul

Gaelic blood Roman nose Southern ***** Northern soul

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To be a man attracted to women feels inherently predatory, and perhaps in some ways, it is. I don't really like that. It makes me feel fear to cause her fear. She keeps me in her peripheral vision as I walk behind her. I don't want to walk behind her, we're just headed in the same direction. Her hypervigilance, which she developed out of necessity, it focuses in on me. I can't blame her for that. I suppose I am scary. I suppose I am a potential trouble source. I am, and always will be, a potential threat. Evolutionarily speaking it is far safer to come up with a hundred false positives than it is to give the benefit of the doubt to something that does want to, and will, **** her. I don't want to hurt her. I swear I don't. I swear I am not dangerous. I swear she is delicate to me. She would be so easy to snap in half by accident, but she is so kind and sweet. I would take great care never to hurt her. I am so afraid to touch her. I am so afraid that I will hurt her. Do I walk like a ****** I think I might just. Do I talk like a killer? I think I might just. Though I surely hope not. I surely hope not.

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Nov 2, 2025

Nov 2, 2025 at 9:25 AM UTC

on being a strange man who is attracted to women

To be a man attracted to women feels inherently predatory, and perhaps in some ways, it is. I don't really like that. It makes me feel fear to cause her fear. She keeps me in her peripheral vision as I walk behind her. I don't want to walk behind her, we're just headed in the same direction. Her hypervigilance, which she developed out of necessity, it focuses in on me. I can't blame her for that. I suppose I am scary. I suppose I am a potential trouble source. I am, and always will be, a potential threat. Evolutionarily speaking it is far safer to come up with a hundred false positives than it is to give the benefit of the doubt to something that does want to, and will, **** her. I don't want to hurt her. I swear I don't. I swear I am not dangerous. I swear she is delicate to me. She would be so easy to snap in half by accident, but she is so kind and sweet. I would take great care never to hurt her. I am so afraid to touch her. I am so afraid that I will hurt her. Do I walk like a ****** I think I might just. Do I talk like a killer? I think I might just. Though I surely hope not. I surely hope not.

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I don't like when people use words to describe themselves. It is vanity, and vanity is repulsive. I hate people who talk about themselves. It is shameful. Advertising is a sin. I don't like people who feel things, and talk out loud about what it feels like to feel things. I don't like people without discipline. I don't like people that live. I don't like those that experience life. I don't like those that indulge themselves. I hate celebration of hedonistic decadence. I hate celebration of life, celebration of being. I hate immodesty. I don't like people who percieve, and who allow themselves to be percieved. Why don't you feel fear? Why don't you feel shame? Why don't you feel pain? Repulsive and obscene.

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Nov 1, 2025

Nov 1, 2025 at 11:59 AM UTC

repulsive and obscene

I don't like when people use words to describe themselves. It is vanity, and vanity is repulsive. I hate people who talk about themselves. It is shameful. Advertising is a sin. I don't like people who feel things, and talk out loud about what it feels like to feel things. I don't like people without discipline. I don't like people that live. I don't like those that experience life. I don't like those that indulge themselves. I hate celebration of hedonistic decadence. I hate celebration of life, celebration of being. I hate immodesty. I don't like people who percieve, and who allow themselves to be percieved. Why don't you feel fear? Why don't you feel shame? Why don't you feel pain? Repulsive and obscene.

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It is not the most logical belief system but it makes for excellent poetry

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Nov 1, 2025

Nov 1, 2025 at 9:12 AM UTC

thats all that really matters

It is not the most logical belief system but it makes for excellent poetry

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