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May 2015 Sal Gelles

I found some more dirt in the corner yesterday.

May 2015 Sal Gelles

Devon

I found some more dirt in the corner yesterday.

I found myself stuttering yesterday...
clumsily tripping, fumbling,
over words.
The explanation of my whereabouts -
in question.
Like a guilty child.

Awareness then anger emerge.
irritated, indignant hostility.
That I would allow this again -
over and over and over again…

Trying to account for every moment beneath suspicious eyes. Groundless guilt rising up, as I choke, words broke and unspoke

- while the little voice in my head screams "I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG!"

conditioned (kənˈdɪʃənd) adj
1. (Psychology) psychol of or denoting a response that has been learned. Compare unconditioned
2. (foll by to) accustomed; inured; prepared by training

un·con·di·tioned (ŭn′kən-dĭsh′ənd) adj
1. (Psychology) psychol characterizing an innate reflex and the stimulus and response that form parts of it. Compare conditioned1
2. (Philosophy) metaphysics unrestricted by conditions; infinite; absolute
3. without limitations; unconditional

#anger #guilt #dirt #conditioning #speakup #uncondition

Apr 2015 Sal Gelles

Today!

Apr 2015 Sal Gelles

Paul Hardwick

Today!

Got out of bed
lifting my limp wristed head
out of it's cradle
standing up at full height
fell over just missing the cupboard.

True story P@ul.

Apr 2015 Sal Gelles

Two of things.

Apr 2015 Sal Gelles

Paul Hardwick

Two of things.

I have two eyes
twin toes
two legs
only one hip
and my heart is covered
by a six pack
by all the twos
got ribs
have ******* 14 of them
two sevens
two arms
two major veins in my neck
but only one head
how did that happen
but my one brain thinks
of all things
two by two at night.

P@ul.

Apr 2015 Sal Gelles

anti-thinking

Apr 2015 Sal Gelles

Rebecca Maxine

anti-thinking

I often go through phases of feeling contemplative.
I could be sitting on the bus one day,
wondering where the people around me are going,
what lives they lead, what their motivations are, their interests.
Other days, I just don’t give a ****.

#contemplative

Apr 2015 Sal Gelles

Space is a limit.

Apr 2015 Sal Gelles

Paul Hardwick

Space is a limit.

Space is a limit
once your
out into the air
feel the earth pull your body down
here we live on this solid ground
here we move around
mess with each others heads
planted seeds in the ground
grow stuff
then when dreams came around
and we want to get up
far beyond
the politicians
tell us
that is to expensive
lets instead rebuild this bank

f u c k O F F

don't tell me how to think
I'am better off on my own
and my mind is in outer space.

True story P@ul.

WARNING! This poem is very surreal, might mess with your head.

Mar 2015 Sal Gelles

IT 's T I M E.

Mar 2015 Sal Gelles

Paul Hardwick

IT 's T I M E.

It's time
to stop sitting on the fence
It's time
get this world together
It's time
to give your sister a kiss
It's time
To make new toys for the kids
It's time
to get back to reality
It's time
for politicians do not do enough
It's time
to give them the boot
It's time
to restart your computer
It's time
to look @ things new

Between me and you
IT 's T I M E.

P@ul.

Mar 2015 Sal Gelles

Slip here next to me.

Mar 2015 Sal Gelles

Paul Hardwick

Slip here next to me.

I need somebody
laying here next to me
for I am feeling all alone
for that's when
I am my worst
baby look after me
hold my hand
take my hand
lead me home
from I once came from
come on and drive me home
can you not understand
if it was
just up to me girl
I would keep you here
lovin me
I am losing track of hours.

Take it or leave it.

True story P@ul.

Mar 2015 Sal Gelles

These Day's.

Mar 2015 Sal Gelles

Paul Hardwick

These Day's.

Some day's I wonder
why even go outside
out there I can not hide
look out the window
what do you see
people are all living
like you and me
so I stay inside
knowing only out there
I will survive
being with
good bad and evil
and these
DAYS
I
see that
between you and me.

True Story P@ul.

Mar 2015 Sal Gelles

What I am

Mar 2015 Sal Gelles

Paul Hardwick

What I am

And what I would be
that I can not tell you
when I stand or a road side
I can tell you that's a place
I would not rather be
although good at it
hold my light
like a cigarette in your hand
and when you've had enough
snub me out
and never come back to me
spend time in my window
don't ******* out
for that's where I am.

True story P@ul.