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aih 2d
stuck in my head
to when we were young
Emotions made our decisions
logic. reason. never in sight.
stupid in love or just plain stupid
it was you and me
People say that I am smart
People say that I am beautiful
People say that I am funny
People say that I am happy-go-lucky
But am I really?
ive fallen in love with a girl ive never seen before
never spoken a word to her
she's never spoken to me
am i stupid
to fall in love with her words?
with her elegant poetry
with her beautiful savvy on that
something that has hurt me so.
ive fallen in love with a girl who doesn't know me
never spoken a word to me
but i'd like to
if she wouldn't mind.
just like forever, ignore me
just like forever, make me feel like a stupid person
just like forever, just like forever

just like forever, think that i’m not exist
just like forever, live your life without me
just like forever, just like forever.

just like forever, i’ll live my life, and you’ll live yours.
just like forever, i’ll be invisible.
just like forever, don’t bother to mind me.
just like forever, just like forever.
hi! i’m back from the dead. i’m not really good with pouring words into a poem, that’s why i don’t post much. so, this poem is about me. about me being stupid in front of everyone. and everyone looks down on me —or at least that’s what i’m thinking. i know, that’s not good, that’s not right. i know i have to think positive. i’ll try.
Palak Datta Oct 8
They didn't do anything wrong,
I take all the blame,
It's me who endured the same burns,
caused by different flames!

They told us that we should never let the same flame burn us twice, but what about the same burns given by different flames?
They aren't stupid
Stupid things don't bother them
Turn them inside out
Mutilated they're
They don't regret anything
It's their way to great fun
They aren't stupid
Stupid things don't bother them
They don't let anybody bring them down
When they can do it themself
They aren't stupid
Stupid things don't bother them
Ken Pepiton Sep 19
Did you hear what that old man was thinking?

Morphic resonance is the experimental name,
I think we are served by nodes on a net
not spread in the sight of any bird,

a chthonic net of stone,
girdling the globe in granite, crystalline granite,

take it for granted, these boulders are the witnesses,
the scars of catastrophe,
causing us to wonder
how came this to be? Think Yosemite, Ansel Adams POV

Think Matterhorn und Mt.Blanc,
Old Rockytop, and
Dos Cabezas and Long Valley Mountain, all that granite,
old as earth.

Time is the idea we share at the moment,
Earth's is the life we share at the same time.

This is Spaceship Earth, looping Sol as Sol loops Sirius,
and there is no mothership,
no resupply.

This is the only earth, it has survived several civilized
monstrosities. As you know, some mortals can't
imagine not surviving with it, so
we words of earthbound muse,
let slip the bands of pride in time to see,
we are the music,
we make beauty behave as will believes, voluntarily,
it seems,
we choose beauty with little de
liberation, no need to
unlock ledgers and boxes of known safe knowns,

we imagine ourselves
defying the
de-ified con instituted authorities warning,
given us, they swear by the very vicars of the oil:
We warn you…

hell's the price, they swear, that we,
the people, pay for heresy,
dare not think those-
no, no, nor hear and see, or never imagine thinking
a selfish thought,
one you find curiously comforting, for you, your idea,
one heresy breeds another,
soon we shall have a collective
of individual minds agreeing at once,

as all see a particular arranging of colors, in a sunset's
single effortless existence as a thing
with mortal mindable beauty,

did you belive the sunset, or may you, if you wish?

__ unravel, and re ravel to save the thread,
it has lead through the maze before,
I have a witness who tests ifies.

Great unquarried granite, but that forms another story
upon precepts as yet

unglued, un-coagulated, ah, curdled, precepts cultural
curdle and clump together.
Biomes are adjusting the rethinking of pathos,
ethos shall follow,
as night follows day, just wait.

Patience is formed from memes more than experience,
you bet the old man was not lying.

Slow and steady, wins the grace. Take it easy. Fade away…
Real, actual realization, never seems poetic, in real life.
Karly Codr Sep 16
I'm tired.
I didn't stay up until 1am on purpose.
Please stop telling me
I look dead
I'm not in the mood.
Does anyone ever get so tired that they're angry? Because me too.
Dominique Sep 6
i endeavour to burst
my glum queasy organs
by binging on the sun;
like a fattened sow
that wobbles to slop
against the mist of *****

i'll **** the lemon hard
mouth spasming with beams  
till the rinds soak up my gums
where the nihilism clots
like plaque around a tooth  
fouling up my lunch

maybe i'll explode
across a hopscotch grid
they can twist my guts for rope  
and the sticky sun will mop me up
sour blood to goddess rust
now that's what hope feels like,
i'm sure.
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