ricknm - Hello Poetry

That phrase makes me shiver Makes some solemn silent (?) resounding Sends me flailing: **** **** **** (word choice is dodgy) Supersedes sentience Overall, I’m somewhat confused and disappointed by your work. Please reconsider your ********** of the English language.

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Jul 29, 2019

Jul 29, 2019 at 3:00 PM UTC

ricknm

The Unbearable Loneliness of Presence

That phrase makes me shiver Makes some solemn silent (?) resounding Sends me flailing: **** **** **** (word choice is dodgy) Supersedes sentience Overall, I’m somewhat confused and disappointed by your work. Please reconsider your ********** of the English language.

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The cigarette was trailing down my throat like a ten-inch tapeworm It was grounded, the bright look she gave. I projected my disgust onto the rain. This was my one shot to make a garden.

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Jul 27, 2019

Jul 27, 2019 at 10:24 PM UTC

ricknm

Fresh & Hazy

The cigarette was trailing down my throat like a ten-inch tapeworm It was grounded, the bright look she gave. I projected my disgust onto the rain. This was my one shot to make a garden.

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I can hear negative It is calming, like divine forces Leaving ripples on the surface of the real.

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Jul 27, 2019

Jul 27, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC

ricknm

haiku

I can hear negative It is calming, like divine forces Leaving ripples on the surface of the real.

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Worlds apart “Be not like me, I am alone.” Tic-k One path Do I alone see myself in you? Hello

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May 24, 2019

May 24, 2019 at 4:32 PM UTC

ricknm

Greeting

Worlds apart “Be not like me, I am alone.” Tic-k One path Do I alone see myself in you? Hello

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Someday I’ll tear apart into a million billion pieces and you’ll watch them float in the autumn winds; borne aloft, alive in spite of approaching dawn. Maybe you’ll take a piece. I’ll whisper, “It’ll be alright,” only my voice won’t reach you. And then I’ll smile because it will.

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May 23, 2019

May 23, 2019 at 3:58 PM UTC

ricknm

Ashen

Someday I’ll tear apart into a million billion pieces and you’ll watch them float in the autumn winds; borne aloft, alive in spite of approaching dawn. Maybe you’ll take a piece. I’ll whisper, “It’ll be alright,” only my voice won’t reach you. And then I’ll smile because it will.

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