pendles - Hello Poetry

He made you touch all those weird pictures with your moist fingers I smirked weirdly at someone questioning my behavior I trusted he knew what he was doing I smirked blankly on top of a mountain Thought of directionality, fatigued I watched myself shift, satisfactorily, into something updated Something I liked more Being updated I like it more And hate everything else more, as a trade-off We temporarily increased each other's sense of feckless rage And drunkenly swifted into the sleeping clerk's cage

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Feb 10, 2025

Feb 10, 2025 at 6:51 PM UTC

pendles

Update

He made you touch all those weird pictures with your moist fingers I smirked weirdly at someone questioning my behavior I trusted he knew what he was doing I smirked blankly on top of a mountain Thought of directionality, fatigued I watched myself shift, satisfactorily, into something updated Something I liked more Being updated I like it more And hate everything else more, as a trade-off We temporarily increased each other's sense of feckless rage And drunkenly swifted into the sleeping clerk's cage

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they should have a place to keep their dog souls pretend words past boats memories of hands i saw a deckhand’s memory touching his lover’s nose i watched him remember city breaths

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Nov 26, 2024

Nov 26, 2024 at 5:23 AM UTC

pendles

captain sinks ship after building secret room for crew’s sentimental belongings

they should have a place to keep their dog souls pretend words past boats memories of hands i saw a deckhand’s memory touching his lover’s nose i watched him remember city breaths

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Look deeply into the future You are writing words You learned this language Something expanded more richly and more elaborately than you could have ever imagined You remember when you perceived the word complex as sophisticated and academic You were a child and now you are something else Look thinly into the past You are writing a poem You do not know this language

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Dec 28, 2022

Dec 28, 2022 at 5:22 AM UTC

pendles

poem

Look deeply into the future You are writing words You learned this language Something expanded more richly and more elaborately than you could have ever imagined You remember when you perceived the word complex as sophisticated and academic You were a child and now you are something else Look thinly into the past You are writing a poem You do not know this language

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I think I saw all of you in a wet dream It was raining and I was crying We were at a waterpark People screamed when they went down the slides and sighed at the end A baby was calling out for its mother Drops splashed down onto the sweet pavement

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Jan 10, 2022

Jan 10, 2022 at 7:14 PM UTC

pendles

wet dream

I think I saw all of you in a wet dream It was raining and I was crying We were at a waterpark People screamed when they went down the slides and sighed at the end A baby was calling out for its mother Drops splashed down onto the sweet pavement

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At the intersection of a vague bravado and worried unformedness, I turn on the radio to hear sparkles of joy and humour, and a useful skepticism. On the road ahead of me, I see a sign labelled “Determination begins here.” I take the exit. What am I to do without a harshly scrutinizing figurine on my shelf? Accept something that accepts me? And only loving critiques and informs me instead of violently projecting vitriolic love/hate attacks towards me? Oh no! I have lost everything. But I have found, and am finding various other things. And on that exit, is more signs. And more sentences that begin with connectives. And so on.

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Jan 10, 2022

Jan 10, 2022 at 7:14 PM UTC

pendles

connectives

At the intersection of a vague bravado and worried unformedness, I turn on the radio to hear sparkles of joy and humour, and a useful skepticism. On the road ahead of me, I see a sign labelled “Determination begins here.” I take the exit. What am I to do without a harshly scrutinizing figurine on my shelf? Accept something that accepts me? And only loving critiques and informs me instead of violently projecting vitriolic love/hate attacks towards me? Oh no! I have lost everything. But I have found, and am finding various other things. And on that exit, is more signs. And more sentences that begin with connectives. And so on.

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Exploded: Two green lines out of the dog and human’s body In it they thought of the forced expansion of meaning Unconsensual development Let it explode radically out of a chamber of infiltration and distrust Simple green lines explode towards the wall out of the dog and human’s body

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Jan 10, 2022

Jan 10, 2022 at 7:12 PM UTC

pendles

explode

Exploded: Two green lines out of the dog and human’s body In it they thought of the forced expansion of meaning Unconsensual development Let it explode radically out of a chamber of infiltration and distrust Simple green lines explode towards the wall out of the dog and human’s body

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My dog is sitting in the corner of my room I’m not sure what he wants or what I do either

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Oct 3, 2021

Oct 3, 2021 at 6:26 AM UTC

pendles

Dog

My dog is sitting in the corner of my room I’m not sure what he wants or what I do either

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I am ready to write pensive, tired prose I am ready to wilt like a petal, dying rose My laptop is dying as I watch the horizon My body is lying as my breath is sighing A million moments all wrapped up for me The wine in my glass has drunk me to sleep

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Jun 17, 2021

Jun 17, 2021 at 6:33 AM UTC

pendles

writing

I am ready to write pensive, tired prose I am ready to wilt like a petal, dying rose My laptop is dying as I watch the horizon My body is lying as my breath is sighing A million moments all wrapped up for me The wine in my glass has drunk me to sleep

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i've lost myself in another one's soul i'm a carrot trapped in another soup’s bowl now i must plan my literary escape the forward momentum of an enlightened ape uncover the furniture and pull back the drape i live for myself not under one’s cape may our work be fruitful and that of our own with only your own eyes will light be shown wander the desert with seeds to be sewn but meet other travellers or ring them by phone but never be lost in another one’s tone or tomb

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Apr 9, 2021

Apr 9, 2021 at 6:03 AM UTC

pendles

carrot

i've lost myself in another one's soul i'm a carrot trapped in another soup’s bowl now i must plan my literary escape the forward momentum of an enlightened ape uncover the furniture and pull back the drape i live for myself not under one’s cape may our work be fruitful and that of our own with only your own eyes will light be shown wander the desert with seeds to be sewn but meet other travellers or ring them by phone but never be lost in another one’s tone or tomb

12

sometimes my thoughts override the song's chorus i'll stop thinking so much and the song will return with verses of thoughtlessness

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Apr 9, 2021

Apr 9, 2021 at 6:01 AM UTC

pendles

song

sometimes my thoughts override the song's chorus i'll stop thinking so much and the song will return with verses of thoughtlessness

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