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Distraught,
Destroyed,
Dis,
embodied.

My halls,
The walls,
my wicked falls turn'd from stone,
dissolved to nary a diffid tone thrown by ******* bones.

An amorphous form born from the aimless mourning that now has no space to face and call my own.

Telltale swarms of which I myself did warn would come,
Once and again I crumble from what once which I would succumb.

Myself. Dear. Gone.

I am,
afloat in limbo forever struck with what,
I Left only to silence my mind until once again,
I would find the cut.

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My totality revised,
Scratched through like the words unworthy.
Smoothed over the rough draft,
Autobiography progressive,
Nary writing another day's pages.
Sir Cle Jun 2
When I'm asked what my type is
Nothing really comes to mind
So I just answer with a shrug
But then you came along
And if I'm asked yet again I'll say,
"You. You are exactly just my type"
I mean with your wit, humor, and lovely disposition, who wouldn't fall in love with you my dear? Heaven knows that I did.
Nikkie Jan 11
My heart overflows with love for you.
I can’t describe what you do to me on the inside.
You are the only being on earth who reaches inside
of me, and touches the tip of my heart with your soul.

How on earth can this type of love feel the way it does?
I can’t breath, I can’t see, I can’t even reason.
But yet, I can breath, I can see, I can even reason.
You make me feel a love so deep, I cannot describe it.

This type of love isn’t possible, yet I know that it is,
because I feel it for you.
Time stands still when you and I are together.
Almost as if distance never set us apart.

When I’m in pain, you know to call, you
seem to know when I need you most.
There must be an invisible bond that
connects us still, just like it did when we were together.

This type of love is scary for me, I never felt anything
like this before.  We don’t even have to say anything,
our love comes out in the air; it comes out of our pores.
The love surrounding us is like tension in the room, you
can’t see it, but you sure as hell can feel it, and it feels good too!
Seeing you, the real you when I look into your eyes,
cements the bond that connects our souls.
I don’t think that I will ever stop loving you.
You are my destiny; I can feel it in my soul…mate
peter Nov 2020
effortlessly typing an essay
neurons firing away
jack kerouac with the synap-
tic cleft running neurotransmitters
at the speed that my hand stumble
across
this machine;

fury storm.

this machine that im using and a part of;
paying for it in cogs and oil, precious precious oil;

i am the next shakespeare, said the mad man;
full of energy, full of life;
ideas automatic
write it down, force of habit;

i want it to be known
just finished reading the dharma bums
CupcakesArePink Oct 2020
type erase, type erase

brain tells you youre a burden to all of them

type erase type erase

remember who left and what they said

type erase, type erase

type

close app

This is why i never ******* hit send
"My chatbox is open for you" they said. No random check-ups I guess?
Naveen Malhotra Oct 2020
Criminal acquitted
Type two error
Encouraged as he
Criminals' king
Public's terror
Politicians' friend
Time washes memories
Leader he turns
Constitution doesn't hold him
He upholds it
At his will
The public lines up
Folding their hands
Seek blessings, favours
Meeting their ends
The error creeped in
Corruption, lack evidence
Witness hostile
Or incompetence
Type two error
It turns!
Criminals hand-in- glove with politicians, with time become politicians.
Sarah Flynn Oct 2020
you are the type of person I’d
write poems
about

but you’re also the reason
I stopped writing poetry
in the first place.
Naveen Malhotra Oct 2020
Right answer to a wrong question
It's the type three error
The most dangerous error
If you ask a wrong question in a given situation
And implement the right answer
The result may be a nightmare
Put yourself a right question in a given situation
Before getting the right answer
In real life, under certain circumstances, we ask ourselves some questions without giving much thought and may get right answers. We may act accordingly to find the results are catastrophic. The reason being we didn't pose right questions relevant to the circumstances.
Mrs Anybody Oct 2020
when people
ask me if
i have
a type
then i don't
think about
anyone in particular

but i
still describe
you
also check out my other poems!  :)
i wouldn't say i'm the jealous type
i would say i'm a writer
no one's muse
admiring from afar
hugging walls like close friends
more familiar with the architecture
of disappointing myself
than laughing with others

i wouldn't say i'm the jealous type
i would say i'm a work in progress
withheld on a canvas
half-finished strokes
vibrant in places that matter
dull smudges in spaces
unsure where to go next
traffic jams in my cerebral
creator and destroyer

i wouldn't say i'm the jealous type
i would say i'm an artist
expressing myself in ways
that others can't quite comprehend
but speak volumes of my soul
through more than
[words]
phrases things pronouns
breathing is painful
without creating
[controlling]
emotion
becoming vulnerable
in a comfort zone
people don't understand
[me]
stepping outside of my art
is painful and draining

i wouldn't say i'm the jealous type
i would say i'm ******* tired
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