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The police have been called
On me five separate times
This year but I just can't help

Myself from peeping,
From taking photos of everything!
Have you looked outside?

I never had, I never did
Not in my first life, I was in too much
Pain to see past my fingers

But the second time around
I take no stretching tree,
No alley cat for granted

And when my mom's neighbor
Saw me lying prostrate in
The dirt by her flowers

Yeah it may have scared her
In this day and age,
But what could I do?

I'd never seen Orange like that!
I had to capture it in my memory
Bank, which is to say, a photograph

In my mind the pictures all fade,
Especially true since shock
Therapy a few years ago

But honestly, the think that gets
People the most is the pacifier,
I'm a plural system

Which is to say I'm a multiple
Or if you are my doctor, then
I have Dissociative Identity Disorder

Is it my fault that the best
Photographer in my system
Happens to be a three year old boy?

That he looks at everything and
Sees it for the first time in awe,
In shock that people don't see it

That magic all around us
If you had the power to go back,
Wouldn't you?
If you could?
...
Choo.choo!
Heber Creeper is the magic train
I grew up next to
...
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3308809/midway/
Ikigai Poet Jul 28
You are an integral multiple
of the beliefs that you
possess.
-Ikigai Poet
Maybe I'm right
Maybe I'm wrong
I hear multiple messages
From where I belong

Am I belong there?  
Am I belong to shell ?
Am I strong enough?
To jump over hell?

Multiple messages
Combining worst and best
Multiple messages
They say me to not rest
Multiple messages
And I'm driving crazy
Multiple messages
I'm movelless however it is easy

Maybe I'm right
Maybe I'm wrong
Maybe I should
Maybe It's too long

Now I realised
My messages are  the same
Now I watch it from behind
There are stickers everywhere

On every thing in universe
The stickers Say
Experience
aka. Multiple Messages
https://pachomusic.wordpress.com/2018/01/19/multiple-messages/
Sasha Scarr Jan 15
I was young when you attacked.
Young and hopeful, taken aback.
You told me I would die like you, and do things I'm not meant to do.
Then, I couldn't comprehend, why you'd meet your untimely end.
Inside me it began to stir, strange things I suddenly remembered.
Another me? From a different time? Or maybe later down the line?
I was calm, and I was fierce.
Goodbyes were often insincere.
I left my wife  and child behind.
Because of this, they would die.
I was torn, but I was free.
They had not known what happened to me.
I was less than they deserved.
A conjecture, but still, ahead of the curve.
So I went on to see you again, I wonder what this visit contends?
I enter without warning, but here you are, prepared for me!
Your friend who stood behind the door, I dealt to him the killing blow.
I then began to feel regret, but wait! I haven't finished yet!
I wrap my hands around your neck, there and then I felt content.
A soul can't leave your lifeless shell, omega on your way to hell.
If I could watch you die again, I'll do it from my ink and pen.
Sumus System Jan 9
So many colors make up our bright mind
Only few can be seen by those outside
Our colors are wonderful, sweet and kind
Others of them are bitter, dark and hide
Each is a person hidden within us
Who want to be seen as real as we are
Sometimes they cry out they scream and they cuss
But they are nothing to fear, not by far
They are heroes who saved us from our death
Came forth from the back to stop the attack
They don’t want to wait until our last breath
Sure they have problems, but cut them some slack
Certain system members may be frightening to some, but they are heroes who kept us alive when we needed them.
Sumus System Jan 9
It was faint before but I can hear them now
They’re yelling and fighting to vow
They had no choice originally in the matter
But they’ve taken up their part and chatter
They try to work in any way they can
They take control and begin to plan
Helping us all through methods of coping
They give us a reason to continue hoping
They know the dangers of the world first-hand
Take up their place and together they stand
They save us from continued grief
They hide the pain and emerge brief
No one will mess with us again
My alters and I have lived through unspeakable things together. We kept each other alive when there was nothing to save us.
Anya Dec 2018
There's crumbs, all over my computer, all over my pants, all over
Me
Entropy, the natural state is it?
Humans attempting to force the unnatural?
The little graham ******* crumbs,
nothing keeping them together
anymore
But still, each individual crumb upon my lap houses millions of billions of trillions of
Individual pieces, that house
And so on               and                  So forth
Till you get to atoms
And eventually,
quarks

But, is it worth,
Looking, thinking, so infinitesimally small
When,
We've got bigger matters on our plate?
Things so large, red, and shiny, that they take up all the space
Except the little cracks that we miss,
Forget,
Or don't care about altogether

Because we've got bigger fish to fry


Right?
But then,
If we always keep chasing the dragon,
Won't we miss the shooting star lighting up the sky for just a moment?
As I was writing this I found multiple surprisings interpretations. That's why I gave it that title, it's filled with meaning yet a random mess at the same time.
Daniel eason Oct 2018
When there's no one else who cares
The world's astray
Maybe we could change one day
Evil forces
No remorses
Never will I fuel these extortionists
They rip you off make you blind
I'm pretty sure you might find
Another way a better day
Let's lead the way
to a  better place
Universal barriers shut down
There will no longer be people feeling down
Is it one life or is it multiple
our mind reaches out for a release of strain
Most of us just suffer in pain
It's the society we live it's so full of anger
Oneday people might know more about changa
A message to people who know there be more than what meets the eye.
another multiple account holder
has made Cello Poetry his
abode
where he's posting under many
a different authoring
code

he was initially known as
Brando
Build
then he added a few more
to his prospering
guild

the syndication now hosts
Slick Shaz, Fruity Rot and
Tuppence
which is quite an extensive
confluence

what title will he choose
next
his whole charade has got
right out of
context
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