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radio_boy
radio_boy
17/M/Wimbledon Park, London,UK Freelance poet/musician/writer/aspiring movie director/producer. I'm aspiring towards many things in this time of little opportunity.
In moments, its possible for me to perceive things as not being necessary or unnecessary. I don't have to drink on a Friday but I don't not have to either When the life you've chosen allows you to live such as this, you've gained freedom from today's busy street life like world Rest your head.
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Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 9:11 AM UTC
Summers moment
No thoughts Head, empty A blank canvas I call my mind How many hours may have passed I do not know The ticking of time slowly creeps through As I focus on the concept that are seconds The days pass, alone I stand Facing the great unknown An unexplainable void that haunts and clouds my vision Concealing the vision I see For I am not staring through the window I am staring, at it
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Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 5:43 PM UTC
No thoughts
I've said it, I've addressed the person who's running amok I know not if this person is happy or out of luck Please do not reply with a "How dare you! It's ma'am!" For I care not, I'm underpaid and you look like a man. You've cut your hair short, you're not wearing a skirt you're wearing a tie, and you've unbuttoned your shirt your face is quite square, your shorts are revealing your lips are quite chapped and your skin is pealing No you are not a woman I believe, you are but a poor impersonation, a convincing outfit and look is what you must conceive to cease my brain's mechanization Luckily enough, he is but a *** Living life poorly and craving for plum the menu item speicial on this very day is plump plum pudding with custard array So I paid for a helping just to see him leave and go So that I may enjoy, a bit of peace and a bit of- NO THIS CANNOT BE, THERE ARE MORE FROM WHENCE CAME? A man with a shopping cart? A woman with a cane? "Just leave already, please! this is far too queer" I prayed in my mind that they'd all just disappear But no, there they were, all waiting in line How many were there? Six? Seven? Nine? No, they were endless but so goes the tale Of an Applebee's worker working during an Applebee's sale
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Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 12:15 PM UTC
Sir, this is an Applebee's
I am a simple man, with simple words one must be obliged of making said words if one wishes to create a poet's account with furtive clicks from his furtive mouse I'm making this poem to explain my reasoning to share my words like a crisp dry riesling but more importantly, I wish to contact a lady first name Sharron, last name perry her poem has inspired me to write about gender, equality and I believe without a doubt that her inspiring words have met my essay about men and women and who has more say so allow me through your gates of request do not tempt me with emails, newsletters or lest I will be forced to abandon all love for this wonderful site which fits me like a glove
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Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 3:41 AM UTC
Ode to hellopoetry.com