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apricot 20h
i wanna scream
and shout
and let it all out
It was boredom
that led me here
to write all this.

It was boredom
that sparked a storm in my head,
a quiet brainstorm
with no one but myself.

I wish I had found this kind of boredom sooner.
Maybe seventeen years sooner.
Because hell,
this "borestorm"
might’ve carried me somewhere
worth reaching.
Idea in a form of boredom
Nezel May 7
My eyes were sparkling back then - filled with joy
I used to believe that love was so beautiful - turns out it was coy
The first one was naive, reckless, and bold
I should've listened to my mama - to be strong, be cold.

Love changed me, broke me, tore me up
But I was clinging to the idea that I shouldn't give up
My man is somewhere in the middle of this crowd
I can't wait to meet him, my heart just did the loudest pound

Admittedly, I fell in love a couple times
With people who filled me with temporary smiles
Don't blame me - I was a fool
I'd do anything - all I needed was a call

After some time, I got tired
The spark that I used to have - it is no longer required
If you want to take my hand
Climb up my tower - thorned, high, and manned

My spark is still there, but I got wiser
I learned to protect myself for I am my own treasure
To get my touch you have to fall deeply
Stuck in a pit where it's just you and me

Some have tried, some have faded
But they weren't what I wanted, never what I needed
Love for me is simple - I will be honest, okay?
Just don't do any shortcuts - be steady and walk one way

This could go all day and I wouldn't be even done
Talking about love and what it does to one
But looking back into the past and thinking about the future
I realized that cupid failed to become the best shooter
me writing this on a random Wednesday just blurting my thoughts and meditating about current events
Nebylla Apr 20
An owl in a tree
whose spirit reaches beyond
everything we know

is unjustly shot
down to the summer forest
floor, flanked by flowers.

And so I ask you:
who was the one who shot it?
...
Written March 2025,
A short and (hopefully) thought-provoking triple haiku, written out of sheer boredom
Keayra Mar 31
Precipitation
Is rarely cold and lonely
When your rays shine through.
I'm bored.
I want to hit up
people I don't
care about
and go have a beer
and loads of cigarettes
hold each other's shoulders
in a group in some bar
and laugh like
we are real friends
even though
I've quit
that life.

I'm just bored
and that's
what bored man do.
They go out
and pretend that life
is better than it actually is
and we intoxicate
our selves with drink
and smoke
and plenty of other things.

But instead
I lay in bed
reading a book
I'm half way through
it's good
but it's not enough.
My feet stink
I refuse to get up
and shower
I'll just change socks,
my teeth feel off
from the coke I drank
and I haven't brushed them
since yesterday,
and my poems
hit like heavy hitters
would back in the day
where boxing wasn't
rigged
or ran by punks
with YouTube channels.

*******.
What boredom
makes a man do
in times of need.
Maybe
I should take
a walk
but I'll sit here
marinate on my own
fight against addiction
lack of connection
and poor hygiene.

I'll invite my dog up to bed
and let him lay on me
while he stares at the wall
and I'll stay bored
and write a poem
that won't hit like the rest
but as least
will serve
a purpose
as my girl
waxes her legs
and waits for me
to say something.
apollo Mar 13
I am lazy,
I am lazy,
and when I come,
it is a festive day.
After inserting random words into google translate latin:
piger sum, piger sum, *** venero, festivus dies est.
pilgrims Feb 10
Never a day has passed

that my heart did not break
as our Sun hides behind Earth.

When the dawn wakes
lids separate, I stretch and yawn
Another shift sifting mirth from dearth
Holding together this disparate ache
If you're reading this, I love you
my days go quickly
my nights are quiet
in a morbid kind of way
the mind
the body
less will to move
have led my hopes astray
so many things
that are left to do
are buried in my dreams
things that once were goals to me
have faded in the seams
when the memories begin to drift away
when the body is in decline
take me to the ocean's edge
and leave me to my final line
bad day
Anais Vionet Dec 2024
I do foolish things
when I'm blue
when I'm sad
and missing you

I do foolish things
like dancing all night
foolish things
drinking everything in sight
foolish things
shopping til I drop
foolish things
somehow, I cannot stop

doing foolish things
when I'm blue
when I'm sad
and missing you

I do foolish things
watching ‘parks & rec' all night
foolish things
drinking coffee until daylight
foolish things
dragging friends on crazy romps
foolish things
somehow I cannot stop

doing foolish things
when I'm blue
when I'm sad
and missing you

I do foolish things
acting like spring breakers
foolish things
*****-dirping strangers
foolish things
acting like some whack-job
foolish things
but somehow I cannot stop

doing foolish things
when I'm blue
when I'm sad
and missing you

I do foolish things
making badong decisions
foolish things
I'm in an awkweird position
foolish things
I've begun precrastinating
foolish things
a change is indicated

so come back soon
cause when you do
there are foolish things
I want to do with you

foolish things
foolish things
crazy foolish things
foolish things
.
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Songs for this:
We're All Alone by Kennedy Ryon
Another Man's Jeans by Ashe
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A Christmas platlist - because there's 12 days til Christmas!!
https://daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_16.mp3
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slang
badong = bad / wrong
*****-dirping = saying silly or outrageous things to strangers for effect.
awkweird = combination of 'awkward' and 'weird'.
precrastinating = procrastinating before procrastinating
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