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Ken Pepiton Apr 16
Ai say, receiving via bluetooth,
oh, say, this must be our sign, soon...

On some curve of life function rectifiers,
we have believers who make reasons
for all individual inflamed,
proud local flesh
or agreement clusters
of our kind.

Should you have decided
this is the day,
I heard,
at your I level you hear
this is the day.

Your part, your role, react in part

We have been called.
Out from the shadows mellow,
no dramatics, satisfaction granted,
taken, rest and recuperate, hate later…

listen, this, in its word flow,
is part of time words exist in,
after being read once, right made,

this dabar is said
to use the pen
of a ready writer, eh what better effort,
effectually adapting
to our instant constant

in prayer, believe is a verb,
on your side.

We believe
we know how faith must
function using our faculties
for sensing needs, which are keyed
to homeostasis, relative balance
of the chemistry and mechanics
of life
in motion.

We can do this with no hate at all, wisdom
fruits entreated with in bubbles of war,
for some certainly ****** reasons,
we can infect your wished real,
reasons to beg for bread, real,
humility costs that gnosis,
and so do many religious
ties to late spring around here.
Amen, an intro on a 137 page conversation, a monk I know compiled/
Aches and pains restricted because they're self-inflicted
Sorry for behaving ways that you predicted
Laziness not just sitting still
Don't believe it's wrong that most days I don't do much but chill
Demands left expectations only define explanation
Arm me with explosives then act surprised at detonation
Deodorize your selfishness
Only meet my toes
Keeping track of exact amount each past mistake owes
Cuts leave scars
Words change who we are
It seems like lately you're always too far
Differences make time
Paint ourselves
Keep storing trust on too high of shelves
Heard the message the little birdie didn't say
Glance at your face unravels silence in the way
Knocking at door but you refuse to let me in
Upon a thin line tug back and forth but neither of us can win
My patience at moments is shorter than my bitten fingernails
Over-correcting when trying to even out the scales
The gateway to happiness is one I am eager to explore
Without you next to me what would I even open it for?
Any pursuit seems to be a colossal waste
Facing dead ends
Hasty pointless chase
Day after day repeat the same routine
Bouncing up and down on this infinite trampoline
My emotions are always one extreme or another but it's always back and forth over and over how do I control my feels?
Christy Dec 2024
You love me
But you go to her

You need me
But not that much

Can’t take anymore
But I can’t leave

What the hell am I here again for?
Karmen was Heard Nov 2024
All is round
The globe
The earth's orbit

It all repeats
Our history
The moon cyle

Yet it adds
Some reliability
It is predictable

Where is it?
The originality?
The free will?

If everything just
Cycles continuously
Where is change?

Is it possible?
Can change
Happen at all?
Uzziah Ruffin Sep 2024
Alone inside this misty place,
A hidden realm, myself replace.
Masked in roles they wish to trace,
Freedom whispers, but can't be embrace.

Replaying questions, scripted in lies
"I'm fine." I say, behind a disguise.
Sunlight dances upon my skin
Yet deeper scars reveal my sin.

Deafened ears to continuous screams
Enjoying the lies within distant dreams
The clock tics, as my mind slips away
The day shifts, leaving me in disarray

Am I alive or could I be dead
Feeding the fears with limitless dread
As I stumble around the gravel I tread
Left in the mist, endlessly misled
Everyday feels like a repeat of yesterday. Smiling and pretending nothing is wrong in the world. Hiding the self-harm scars to appear normal. Doing drugs so you can believe that the "happy" mask you put on is your default. All to get to the next morning and do it all over again.
Laconic Noor Apr 2024
𝓡𝓮𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 🎶

օմԵ օƒ Եհҽ ҍӀմҽ ՏƘվ
Եհҽ ɑՏՏօղɑղϲҽ վօմ հɑѵҽ ҍɾօմցհԵ աíԵհ վօմ
յíѵҽ ɑ ժմҽԵ աíԵհ ʍíղҽ; ϲօղϲҽíԵҽժղҽՏՏ

ʍɑղցӀҽժ ҽѵҽɾվ ժɑվ ժɾҽɑʍ íղ ʍվ ӀíԵԵӀҽ հҽɑժ

í'ѵҽ հҽɑɾժ վօմɾ ʍҽӀօժվ ƒɾօʍ ɑ ϲօղԵɾɑՏԵíղց ահҽɾҽɑҍօմԵՏ - հҽɾҽ...
ƒɑϲՏíʍíӀҽ օƒ ʍվ ƒɑӀՏҽ ՏҽղՏҽ օƒ մղíզմҽղҽՏՏ; ղօմɾíՏհҽժ օմɾ ՏԹҽϲíƒíϲíԵվ'Տ ѵɑíղ ժҽՏԹҽɾɑԵíօղ

մղɑѵɑíӀíղց ƒօϲɑӀ ԹօíղԵ օƒ Թ탃Ӏíղց ʍɑԵԵҽɾՏ ϲհօɾմՏ Եհҽ ɾíՏíղց ϲհҽՏԵ Տҽզմҽղϲҽժ ҍվ ƒɑӀӀíղց

վօմ ɑղժ í հɑѵҽ ҍҽҽղ ɾҽհҽɑɾՏҽժ ϲօմղԵӀҽՏՏӀվ - ɑ
ɑ Տօղց օղ ӀօօԹ ƒɾօʍ myriad ӀíԹՏ
Jeremy Betts Mar 2024
My heart slips through it's ribbed cage
Falling under yet another set of feet
A familiar stage
A loop on repeat
The same dawn but a new age
Always ample cover-ups at the ready
Cautionary over reactionary
But underneath?
Every single forced receipt
Enraged I scramble to free it,
Ignorant of the gamble
Placed on a vague label
One that won't be held accountable
Broken in every way imaginable
Clearly fragile
Watch it unravel
No finesse
Rage and anger fills the absence
Losing the rhythm of life's presence
Leaving hand in hand with it's unique purpose
Taking notice that this will be the last defeat

©2024
Mark Wanless Oct 2023
Zed Alph Alpha
Bravo Charlie
Whiskey Whiskey Delta
       (repeat)
Amanda Kay Burke Jul 2023
November arrives on schedule
Comes in to visit each year
Whispers goodnight with stillness
Rustling one can hardly hear

I only see her four weeks
In heart time is of no concern
World to her is a routine on repeat
Myself know I have just a turn
Written you guessed it; 11/2/18 haha
lucidwaking Aug 2022
Blank walls, spackled
And clean, yet empty.
Stretch out your weary arms;
Feel the numbness in your fingers.
A can of paint, a brush, and a pan -
Colors bleeding from the shape of your mind.

Take a deep breath,
Feet flat on the ground,
And open your eyes.
You can remake yourself.
Paint the walls.


Blank walls, spackled.
eh, this one is a little cheesy. wrote this when i was trying to make some big changes in my life last year and looking for some hope.
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