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Jeremy Betts May 21
My pain chips away at life
With no precision, it isn't nice
White knuckling a standard butter knife
When it's time to go all the way, it won't think twice

Zywa Dec 2022
Think of the office

as a madhouse, then the rest --

is pretty normal.
"Het Bureau - Plankton" ("The Office - Plankton", 1997, Han Voskuil)

Collection "Not too bad [1974-1989]"
Money allowed to ever expand
Brings scarcity to every land
Money scarce and tightly bound
Creates abundance all around

An ever increasing money supply
Destroys our freedom by and by
We’re not even free to choose
We must spend now or we will lose

The Bitcoin Standard echoes true
A sounder money for me and you
Allowing us to save, or invest
Or buy the things that we think best

Let’s build the world we want to see
With lots of wealth and energy
A world where money’s scarce and tight
With freedom sure, our future’s bright
Based on a quote by Jeff Booth
An abundance of money creates scarcity everywhere else
Scarcity in money creates abundance everywhere else

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J J May 2020
If she's easy  just like

     How she was easy

     Then what does that make you?
Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2020
Earthlings live and lose
Standard human protocol
No one is exempt
I wonder what the protocol on Pluto is
Tabitha Lee Feb 2020
The one thing I hate
can't always live up to them
but expected to anyways

The one thing I despise
But the other's desire
for me to reach it

*******, standards!
You cause depression and anxiety
Cause us to push too hard

*******, standards!
You cause panic and suicide
Cause us to die too early

You cause people to bully
You cause unending sadness
You cause me
to cry
out in

Pain of disappointing people, Standards!
Pain of losing love, Standards!
Pain of losing me, Standards!

This is what you cause!
Stop throwing yourself upon me!
Just stop, Standards!
Just stop...
Diana Santiago Aug 2019
As a little girl she always knew
That she lacked something special
Her own mother reminded her constantly
And the lass is now a grown woman

Adult experiences confirmed what was true
That she was just ordinary and dull
A woman with no it factor
Invisible to all before and around her

She's heard and hears stories of other women
Who use their wiles on hungry men
'If only I had that gift I'd feed a hundred of them'
Instead she's bypassed like she's not even there

Old age is catching up to her now
She may as well be thin air
The only ones who see her are other women
But never the men she dreams of

Ordinary is boring and typical
Nothing exciting about this creature
She might as well be dead and buried
Along with any hopes of truly being seen
Christos Rigakos Jun 2019
i dragged the blade across my skin
and bled the pain away
the curse that flowed around within
no longer had to stay

i huffed and could no longer feel
if i was still alive
and asked for beatings hard and real
to help me then revive

my face had blackened here and there
i morphed into one dead
i had no time to eat my hair
had left my waning head

in time i withered like a leaf
as autumn did arrive
and knew just by the weight of grief
my corpse was still alive

but one day as i sat in bed
and found an empty pad
i wrote the tale of my life's dread
the mourning of the sad

i cut the forms of letters there
the pen unstopped had bled
the curse into the morning air
and i would live instead

(C)2019, Christos Rigakos
char May 2019
grating leg bark
blinding and smooth
my hair snow is ugly but

my burning pierces your pupils
i comply and i deceive
make my mind up
every night
a different hue you must shine

"you look stunning"
yet i feel like a puzzle
i slot my imperfections into the middle
so he won't see me until he tastes me

get teased
until you pick up three-hundred degrees
as YOU tease until you like who you see

why can he be anything
but i have to recalibrate
before i can celebrate

i will never reach my final form
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