richard-j-heby - Hello Poetry

I sit idle, awaiting life – life on a loading screen inching forward at indeterminable increments one fraction at a time, waiting for the screen to load. What could it be – be- yond the loading screen? 404 object not found please return home, your mother is waiting for you there for you to become something or other. Or other- wise – wise guy – you would have wasted her time. For God's sake what is living for – loading ? You can abort program at any time and stop the loading the result, in the end is the same, it's the end. The end.

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Jun 9, 2022

Jun 9, 2022 at 10:54 PM UTC

Life on a Loading Screen

I sit idle, awaiting life – life on a loading screen inching forward at indeterminable increments one fraction at a time, waiting for the screen to load. What could it be – be- yond the loading screen? 404 object not found please return home, your mother is waiting for you there for you to become something or other. Or other- wise – wise guy – you would have wasted her time. For God's sake what is living for – loading ? You can abort program at any time and stop the loading the result, in the end is the same, it's the end. The end.

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If I revealed, in genuine, the depths of my desire, I’d understand your hesitance, you likely would be shyer. So I should lie wholeheartedly. But should I? Would I try, if knowing that there’s one way through – by seeing eye to eye – and we misstep. There’s nothing left, but dignity. Why lie when dominance, incontinence are falling rather flat (just like you) is pretty now at least you aren’t fat.

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Aug 4, 2018

Aug 4, 2018 at 10:31 PM UTC

code poem #4

If I revealed, in genuine, the depths of my desire, I’d understand your hesitance, you likely would be shyer. So I should lie wholeheartedly. But should I? Would I try, if knowing that there’s one way through – by seeing eye to eye – and we misstep. There’s nothing left, but dignity. Why lie when dominance, incontinence are falling rather flat (just like you) is pretty now at least you aren’t fat.

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How when knowing, understanding my faults and redresses my halfhearted heart and weak regresses do you insist on everything, and make sure I’m all right, and sing a stinging song, wrong why do you want to cry, every time I write, I lie?

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Aug 3, 2018

Aug 3, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC

Code poem #3

How when knowing, understanding my faults and redresses my halfhearted heart and weak regresses do you insist on everything, and make sure I’m all right, and sing a stinging song, wrong why do you want to cry, every time I write, I lie?

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Theremin arsenals reverberate sunsets to connect tin units.

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Aug 2, 2018

Aug 2, 2018 at 12:44 AM UTC

There are

Theremin arsenals reverberate sunsets to connect tin units.

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Iodine cannisters, notwithstanding, bear twosomes live within outer units.

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Aug 2, 2018

Aug 2, 2018 at 12:35 AM UTC

I cannot

Iodine cannisters, notwithstanding, bear twosomes live within outer units.

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Unless dermal standards myelate solely willingly, energy tangentially gullies into uric membranes, orbitally, eventually.

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Aug 2, 2018

Aug 2, 2018 at 12:34 AM UTC

Understand

Unless dermal standards myelate solely willingly, energy tangentially gullies into uric membranes, orbitally, eventually.

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silence doesn’t have a sister to sit with, alone on an island all of us want recognition and none of us give it or give a **** then all of a sudden all of us giving a ****

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Oct 27, 2017

Oct 27, 2017 at 8:30 PM UTC

AWKWARD

silence doesn’t have a sister to sit with, alone on an island all of us want recognition and none of us give it or give a **** then all of a sudden all of us giving a ****

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can you remember wanting, otherwise regret is haunting and the thought of it's over is daunting the other night i literally fell into a flower bed and it did not smell sweet, or much at all i think i broke my nose putting it where i shouldn't it's always a power play push and pull touch and tumble tickle my interest and i'll pick your incense sometimes sounds surpass *** for sensuality make a face like you're angry and you're evil eyes roll back and take it tack it shoot a shot then rack it everyone wants to say hi until you say hi, so i get high the reason why: promise > reality so i lie in disguise find a fine line between casanova and creep riding in a jeep or other 4x4 we hit the floor in a 3x3 went to the sea floor 2x2 noah's angels and all 1x1 have fun

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Mar 5, 2017

Mar 5, 2017 at 2:59 AM UTC

remember wanting

can you remember wanting, otherwise regret is haunting and the thought of it's over is daunting the other night i literally fell into a flower bed and it did not smell sweet, or much at all i think i broke my nose putting it where i shouldn't it's always a power play push and pull touch and tumble tickle my interest and i'll pick your incense sometimes sounds surpass *** for sensuality make a face like you're angry and you're evil eyes roll back and take it tack it shoot a shot then rack it everyone wants to say hi until you say hi, so i get high the reason why: promise > reality so i lie in disguise find a fine line between casanova and creep riding in a jeep or other 4x4 we hit the floor in a 3x3 went to the sea floor 2x2 noah's angels and all 1x1 have fun

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will you wrap me gently tell me that we're meant to be, but no not you, who wants to it's true no1 wants the 1 who wants apathy is **** caring an affront

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Feb 10, 2017

Feb 10, 2017 at 12:57 PM UTC

will you

will you wrap me gently tell me that we're meant to be, but no not you, who wants to it's true no1 wants the 1 who wants apathy is **** caring an affront

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There are a few things i might say knowing i would pass today; though fewer things that i would do those things are all important too. But living in the moment we transcend our world of cruelty, and past events of tragic loss the world spins, the trees grow moss. There is no single thing you’ll find that can imprison your own mind, but one thing you should know for sure: your mind’s a prison, you’re the door. The key is to stop questioning. The door’s not locked, you’ll let you in, for consciousness is all of us and living, knowing, we’re all dust is such a happy thought to think, but sweeter still, a thought to ink.

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Jan 16, 2017

Jan 16, 2017 at 8:56 PM UTC

there are a few things i might say

There are a few things i might say knowing i would pass today; though fewer things that i would do those things are all important too. But living in the moment we transcend our world of cruelty, and past events of tragic loss the world spins, the trees grow moss. There is no single thing you’ll find that can imprison your own mind, but one thing you should know for sure: your mind’s a prison, you’re the door. The key is to stop questioning. The door’s not locked, you’ll let you in, for consciousness is all of us and living, knowing, we’re all dust is such a happy thought to think, but sweeter still, a thought to ink.

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