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tanner-angelo
tanner-angelo
Canadian I don't usually try very hard at anything / ANYTHING / Poetry is no different, because it is
The system has failed And I'm slipping through cracks If the system can't catch me Then there's no climbing back They put it in place Born to serve and protect If the system can't catch me Don't know what happens next
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Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 11:21 PM UTC
Slipping
Sweet salvation lies in sleep Make it dreamless, make it deep I pray the Lord my soul to keep I pray the Lord my soul to keep Sweet salvation lies in naught Away from memory, away from thought I pray the Lord my soul forgot I pray the Lord my soul forgot
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Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 4:36 AM UTC
Untitled
Some folks are impatient Some folks wait their turn Some folks cut to the front of the line Some folks never learn Some folks put on sunscreen Some folks don't and burn Some folks get their skin replaced Some folks never learn Some folks keep their lungs clean Some folks make theirs yearn Some folks never get fresh air Some folks never learn Some folks get what they take Some folks what they earn Some folks spend their lives in jail Some folks never learn
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Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 4:24 AM UTC
Some Folks
Mighty am I, Standing over my kingdom: The headlights beneath me are beneath me, All the people beneath me are beneath me. You've got it made is what they say, And I look down at them from my balcony. No stranger to heights am I, And I have ascended to the greatest of heights. No pity do I feel for the ground dwellers, Though I have slept upon the ground many nights. Hard work pays off, so they say, And they say you reap what you sow. These things I have grown, I once planted, And I nurtured them so they would grow. For all that I have I am thankful, And all of my thanks go to me For getting my knuckles all ***** To one day have a balcony
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Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 3:36 AM UTC
thoughts from the balcony
a man gets double vision when he gets two pitchers deep one eye sees a ski hill while the other pictures sleep one eye keeps the door ajar the other sees it lock neither one has any clue what time it is o'clock
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Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 5:38 AM UTC
oct 7
the only sensation more satisfying than scratching an itch that you just can't ignore is the euphoria which overloads an insignificant little mosquito's miniscule brain as it ***** that precious drop of blood from your insignificant veins
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Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 5:33 AM UTC
oct 24
it starts to collect and grow in the ticking minutes post midnight the first shadows of decay the final rays of sunlight the high speed crash which stifles the laughter of every joy ride the corners of the room where no one sits cobwebs creep and cluster causing claustrophobics to cling to one another afraid of public restrooms yet accepting of strangers embraces as the blind man hears a train and thanks god he can't see it for some sounds look more hideous than they are it festers as the house grows lonely the lawn becomes unkempt the kids have grown and gone the dog has died and decayed beneath a short white post reading in peace resting it finds every home and every bone and every body and every dashboard and every beginning and especially every end
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Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 7:43 AM UTC
dust
maybe everything will be better tomorrow
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Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 11:06 AM UTC
Untitled
rain drop dripping leaking through the roof sounds like clipping a horse's heavy hoof slowly sipping from an empty cup can't stop tripping you come pick me up now we're stripping time to go to sleep cold is gripping water's getting deep skinny dipping ocean in the sheets the CD's skipping every note repeats wind is whipping branches beat the wall now we're slipping hope that soon I fall playful nipping you want open eyes bed is flipping love starts despise now quick zipping slamming of a door rains still dripping pass out on the floor
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Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 11:04 AM UTC
passing out drunk in the midst of annoyances
A decorative chair (where no one's ever sat) stands in a decorative room (where no one ever goes) in a homely half mansion (on the main floor, just left of the front door) and thinks to himself all day, every day, that his purpose in this world is as of yet unserved having never once provided rest for the weary legged and wishes to himself once, or twice a day, to hear a little ditty from the decorative piano (dust upon the keys no one ever learned to play)
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Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 6:29 AM UTC
bottoms up