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I spent last night Crunching numbers 10 Times you led me on 9 Nights we stayed up talking 8 Weeks since you decided I wasn’t worth it 7 Crushed up poems on the floor of my room 6 Outfits thrown aside to make sure I look my best 5 Days I spent trying to get over you 4 Friends that know what we did 3 3 a.m FaceTime calls 2 Coats of mascara 1 Big regret
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Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 6:02 PM UTC
Accounting
I, a woman of letters, have been waiting for you, a man of numbers. I’ve been fantasizing of the day when you would deliver at the porch of my heart your algebraic equation. The x’s and y’s merged systematically with all the symbols, forming an indelibly inked pattern that would finally make sense. I have been waiting and hoping and praying, but all I’ve got so far are your invalid equations, the confusion, the uncertainties, the unsolvable mathematical sentence that I want so desperately unscrambled. How can you not, in your genius, find the right equation, even as I now try to draft a coherent verse? for j.e. 013115
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Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 11:03 AM UTC
algebraic equation
It's all just numbers, isn't it? Day by day, Year by year, Always counting. Day by day look at the number on the scales. Let the caloric calculator count until your head is filled with numbers. Minute by minute count the seconds it takes for him to text you back. Let the doubt and fear multiply until your head is full of him. Term by term let a percentage on a piece of paper define your worth. Don't we have better things to do than count?
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Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 11:07 AM UTC
Numbers
A steady minded person might tell you that everything can be measured, calculated and converted into a language of black and white, solutions worked out with sharpened pencils. How do I measure my heart breaking? Tell me,at what rate did my heartstrings snap when he told me he was leaving? How long until all of my broken bones turn into dust? Calculate at what speed the tears rolled down my checks. How many doctors will it take to sew my heart back together? Was it when he crumpled me up like a wasted idea etched onto a piece of notebook paper that everything started to bleed? What part of my brain did his gentle hands touch that woke my monsters from their slumber? How many days until this aching in my swollen chest turns into a gentle throb? When will I be okay again? Takes this pain and your sharpened pencils and rip the numbers from the dead hands of his name. Do away with the emotion like he did away with me.
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 9:54 PM UTC
Measurements
Others type a simple "<3" What I type is "<352628" They ask me what does the other numbers represent and I just say "I dont know" But deep down I know That it's complicated I'm complicated My heart is complicated - MMM
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Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC
Complicated
If I wanted to describe you, I would need to learn To write in numbers For there are only Twenty-six Letters in the alphabet But an Infinity Of numbers And I would need every one of them, Just to describe you
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May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
Infinity
you toss my feelings back and forth like a tennis ball. It was so asinine to think you cared at all. you make it out like you wanna meight, but end up stealing my heart, which isn't condusev in my healing. You make me six. With me, you didn't have a rival. I used to think you were necessary for my surfivel. therefour, from here on, I won't allow you to crush me, no more threel seeing my reaction when you touch me. I don't understand people who just get together to make you think you won and blow you off like a feather. I half had enough and this topic's not moot, I have zeroed in on my target and i am ready to shoot.
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Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 9:42 PM UTC
countdown to heartbreak
Ten Tears that fell Nine Half hearted oh wells Eight Sleepless nights Seven Silent screams Six Simple scratches Five Days left Four Depressive thoughts Three Anxious ones Two Ugly options One Last chance Zero No more, she's gone
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Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 7:28 AM UTC
Deadly Countdown
She used to tell me of math and poetry by the length of her arm and rhythm of her heart conversing verse and fraction with form following the function of communist theories and greek philosophies. she beat out aesthetics with a perfect symmetry. because no one understands the relationship between seafoam and shoreline the way she does [swimming in saltwater sorrows] reimagining time in an hourglass, she shot up infinities with a glance and left me moondrunk in the night. she emits sparks throughout my system breaking and entering-- my kingdom under siege. her name was an amalgam of numbers italic1.6180399. . . .italic and I loved her by design.
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Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC
Math and Poetry
I count each number, The calories drowning me. And I just can’t float.
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Apr 28, 2022
Apr 28, 2022 at 10:05 AM UTC
Numbers
*Two tables apart, Two books on your hand, Two persons in love behind me, Two dark brown eyes gazing at me As my two big eyes stared back. You took two steps forward When you lean two inches closer, Two hearts beat in rhythm. Then you said those two words, Two words that normal people say But when you said those two words, As if two worlds crushed down on me.* "Hi love."
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Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 11:34 PM UTC
Just Two
*Bouncy, swirly, colors see me. Bouncy, swirly, colors see me. Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.* Depression of Science Believe in possible achieve the probable accept the inevitable laws are boundaries.. *Oh, those sprinkle's shards they hug the lamplight so?* Possible, they believe me Laws, condor, deceiving... Fate enviable acceptance -evening Akha, Okto, Echo, Eight- *Bouncy, swirly, colors see me. Bouncy, swirly, colors see me. Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.* Was it one or eight? I ate One then Eight? 118 1118 1118 11118 111118 8 **Shhhh...you hear that? ...there's something in the closet...** it's like a ant on crack a ant on Crack it's like a ant on crack a ant on ANT ON CRACK nano, -Crack it's like a ant on crack ANT ON CRACK ant on Crack ant on Crack ant on Crack ant on Crack it's like a ANT ON CRACK ..fingertips in heaven Heaven's a construct, by a carpenter and a drywaller.... and a painter... Controlled by Home's Despotism *Bouncy, swirly, colors see me. Bouncy, swirly, colors see me. Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.* *Bouncy, swirly, colors see me. Bouncy, swirly, colors see me. Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.* *Bouncy, swirly, colors see me. Bouncy, swirly, colors see me. Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.* it's like a * ANT ON CRACK *
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Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 8:16 PM UTC
Acid Drip
What is beautiful About reality Is what is beautiful About math There are Many things That have happened The things that have Produced this moment Are at most times ASTRONOMICAL Meaning so big It renders itself Incomprehensible Yet.. it happened Even if the Numbers against Stand taller than The daisy itself Ever could It still remains In the meadow For you and I To see
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Sep 30, 2022
Sep 30, 2022 at 4:55 PM UTC
Daisy in the Meadow
My hands still ache – I’m convinced it’s my atoms splitting No one asked me how I got addicted – They said the focus was on quitting But I’m here in the present So I must have a had a past It’s too bad “Where’d you come from” Is a question never asked. I went through hell to get here So it should matter where I’m from I tell them “it should matter what I’ve seen… It should matter what I’ve done.” He then responded like a father and began his sentence, “Son… It’s the shock, not the trauma, that makes the body the numb.” He said, “The thing you search is silence.” “And yet you let your monsters drum.” You start to figure things out. You know -- When you’re locked up all that time. But you learn not from what you’re taught, Instead, you learn from what you find. And I found mine in the written word, I found it in a rhyme. Numbers always helped me think, so I looked for something to count And as I pondered that man’s words, the room’s only light went out. So I counted the only thing that I could feel aside from air, And his seven words made sense, as I counted the one thing That in the dark was always there. I’m my own favorite number, so I began counting, “One…” But this time I didn’t count to two. And the monsters didn’t drum. For the first time in my life, I didn’t rely on someone else For the first time, in the dark, I counted on myself. I then knew why “Where’d you come from” was never asked -- Both they and I lived in the present; we couldn’t act upon the past. It doesn’t matter where you came from, or even why you’re here. For your past dictates your penance, but the present is your frontier.
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Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 1:21 PM UTC
I'm My Own Favorite Number
My hands still ache – I’m convinced it’s my atoms splitting No one asked me how I got addicted – They said the focus was on quitting But I’m here in the present So I must have a had a past It’s too bad “Where’d you come from” Is a question never asked. I went through hell to get here So it should matter where I’m from I tell them “it should matter what I’ve seen… It should matter what I’ve done.” He then responded like a father and began his sentence, “Son… It’s the shock, not the trauma, that makes the body the numb.” He said, “The thing you search is silence.” “And yet you let your monsters drum.” You start to figure things out. You know -- When you’re locked up all that time. But you learn not from what you’re taught, Instead, you learn from what you find. And I found mine in the written word, I found it in a rhyme. Numbers always helped me think, so I looked for something to count And as I pondered that man’s words, the room’s only light went out. So I counted the only thing that I could feel aside from air, And his seven words made sense, as I counted the one thing That in the dark was always there. I’m my own favorite number, so I began counting, “One…” But this time I didn’t count to two. And the monsters didn’t drum. For the first time in my life, I didn’t rely on someone else For the first time, in the dark, I counted on myself. I then knew why “Where’d you come from” was never asked -- Both they and I lived in the present; we couldn’t act upon the past. It doesn’t matter where you came from, or even why you’re here. For your past dictates your penance, but the present is your frontier.
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One. Two. Three. Four. Fi- Or... Was... It four? Better start again, being safe.. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Start Again. Counting. Every. Single. Thing. Here. Cracks. Wait? How long was that there? One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Scratching. Poking. Prodding. Anxiety makes me tick. Breathe. One. Out. Two. Breathe. Three. Out. Four. Breathe. Five. Out. Six. Breathe. Seven. Haiku. Seven. Five. Sev- Five. Seven. Five. Seven Doesn't Have Seven Freaking Numbers Crap. That was six. Need to revise. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Ignore it. But I Can't. You can. But I simply don't have the strength. I just can't stop ticking right now. Help me. Gonna drown and die. Save me. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Now it's too late to save me. The numbers have already won this one.
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May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 1:35 PM UTC
Seven
They print their lives on a price tag, Those big fat numbers, All they do is brag. My daughter’s a neurosurgeon, Graduated from Johns Hopkins, Saving lives by the hundreds. My son a number-crunching accountant, A career that keeps his wallet thick, And his pockets filled. They wonder what I do, I tell them I work with words. They gasp, Eyes widen. I tell them that, I can count the spaces between adjacent letters in a word, String words together to build a sentence, Layer each sentence above another like bricks, Place a single powerful mark of punctuation in between, The glue that holds the bricks intact and forms a wall. A wall of stanzas, Connected by commas and semicolons. A wall of paragraphs, Big enough to block numbers out. Because words fill souls while numbers fill pockets. Words are immeasurable. Infinite.
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Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC
Numbers
~ not a fan of reality TV, plenty of "unreal" episodes of my own direction stored, available for further review in the storage units of neuronic black and white prison brain cells which is why I have free~will chosen to enumerate my poem~videos; for easy retreat retrieval resurrection of the travelogue of mind own insurrections *a garage of mobility devices, car, rollerblades, cross country skis plus, a potpourri of escape methodologies that by definition are all round trippers, returned to their storage unit after use and I count them Noah~like, two by two, as they come on board, and when they disembark for days of rest and recreation* this one, #4, is born among headstones, just anther memory storage unit specialized, flag decorated, but different This is a one-way, no return, unit but it can be viewed at anytime by those who care to be users, by speaking this: *Read to me poem number four, on a day we celebrate, about free men of every color and persuasion, who are calling out to open the door to storage unit four, so we to can perform our once-a-year Tour of Duty to the those who called, and answered with limb and love, for by their glory, we are free too* to remember in any way we choose ~
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May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
Fourth Poem: Storage Wars, Why One Numbers Poems on Memorial Day
our lives are fraught with numbers so many fractions of a second faster in a race   most wins on record   best jury votes highest flight   deepest dive   most goals meters of rising sea levels millions of refugees   and more displaced tens of thousands  honor killings thousands of deaths with Ebola   millions of Zika virus victims next year billions of deficit or profit in import/export     or the stock exchange votes in elections    or for beauty queens polls    tweets   virtual friends  & followers likes on the social media    on hellopoetry we have been taught to measure our status our importance   and the significance of our lives in clicks of other peoples’ digital devices even our time has been reduced to numbers the digital has long replaced the comprehensive instead of the round dial that shows 12 hours     suggesting the duration of a normal day we have a punctual display  without the whole the cyclical has lost against the linear 0101010101010101010101010101010101 we all look forward to our numbered future no past  and very little present our hands on smart phones    homes    TVs     pushing a button makes things move     swishing a screen displays the world over all that we easily forget that we ourselves have been reduced to numbers     of customers for businesses     of voters for the politicians     of workers for the corporations     of citizens for our nations digital quantities we have become and if we take a global view we are part of the seven billion plus that currently inhabit our earth all of which do expect their individuality be honored  and their dignity respected numbers don’t  honor individuality they simply count the units items  or people  are for them the same it’s left to us to find a way that leaves the numbers in their place yet guarantees us dignity as individual members of the human race
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Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 6:19 PM UTC
the numbers game
our lives are fraught with numbers so many fractions of a second faster in a race   most wins on record   best jury votes highest flight   deepest dive   most goals meters of rising sea levels millions of refugees   and more displaced tens of thousands  honor killings thousands of deaths with Ebola   millions of Zika virus victims next year billions of deficit or profit in import/export     or the stock exchange votes in elections    or for beauty queens polls    tweets   virtual friends  & followers likes on the social media    on hellopoetry we have been taught to measure our status our importance   and the significance of our lives in clicks of other peoples’ digital devices even our time has been reduced to numbers the digital has long replaced the comprehensive instead of the round dial that shows 12 hours     suggesting the duration of a normal day we have a punctual display  without the whole the cyclical has lost against the linear 0101010101010101010101010101010101 we all look forward to our numbered future no past  and very little present our hands on smart phones    homes    TVs     pushing a button makes things move     swishing a screen displays the world over all that we easily forget that we ourselves have been reduced to numbers     of customers for businesses     of voters for the politicians     of workers for the corporations     of citizens for our nations digital quantities we have become and if we take a global view we are part of the seven billion plus that currently inhabit our earth all of which do expect their individuality be honored  and their dignity respected numbers don’t  honor individuality they simply count the units items  or people  are for them the same it’s left to us to find a way that leaves the numbers in their place yet guarantees us dignity as individual members of the human race
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Look out here It comes Sum of someone's sums Perverse calculation Trigonometry as sensation Graphic illustration Of a pre-ordained mathematic Desire Intersexual intellectual Pythagorean triangle of lust Figures Add and attract Add and subtract Add and subtract This physical abstract To form the total goal To fit the math of a Human hole
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Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 6:15 PM UTC
Seductive sums
your grades do not define you your grades do not define your grades do not your grades do.
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Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 8:40 AM UTC
[ g r a d e s ]
1. if i knew where to get drugs, i'd be a ****** 2. sure, my ribs are visible, but what of it? 3. i lose myself in dreams at night and during algebra ii 4. i'm in lust with a girl with a boyfriend 5. or maybe i'm just paranoid 6. i'm lonely in these cinderblock walls 7. i find myself again under stage lights 8. i'm homeless (although not in the traditional sense) 9. i know i'm loved but 10. when my friends laugh with their other friends, it's about me 11. or maybe i'm just paranoid 12.if i lose it, who will visit me in the hell known as 'psychiatric ward'? 13. i can't hold my own in a fight because i cry into my wounds 14. besides, i don't write anymore 15. what is there to write about besides love and insanity anyway? 16. my demons visit this safe haven and desecrate it 17.their names are sarah kate and victoria 18. or maybe i'm just paranoid 19. but i swear i didn't name the voices inside my head 20. i make endless lists of things that don't matter 21. to do, to buy, to cry about, to write about 22. so i close my eyes when i sing 23.or maybe i'm just paranoid 24. and you hated this poem but 25. maybe i'm just paranoid
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC
maybe i'm paranoid, but at least i'm cute
I'm running on the playground of life, There are so many ways This can go, to what end, People hop scotching Numbers Squares In-between, The lines never told you that the squares Are fate never moving off one Or landing on Ten, its a game of Chance, will you jump Or stay safely on the footing The square your on now, Then there they are those You know you see them playing With the rope, around it goes Skip, Jump, Fall, Jumping over life's troubles, The more you jump the Faster It Goes You get caught in the troubles, "Life isn't now skipping along" It takes your feet from underneath Now your just hanging Feet off the ground Life, Death, Regret, The rope ends the troubles The noose tightened And the troubles Were last moments Now you are still, We will play many games "Running On The Playground Of Life" Just don't fall, don't get out of your depth, Life is for living some games are better left.
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Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC
Running On The Playground of Life
over a year since we met i havent been counting the days because numbers dont matter happiness cant be measured in millismiles or kilolaughs we are infinite all the bad friends we lost < the value of us (infinite) lonely feelings because of you < the times we had fun (infinite) dreamless feelings because of you < all our jokes (infinite) our year is infinite our following years are infinite everyone else is just a negative number and all i can think right now is **** them all!!!
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 11:00 AM UTC
infinite