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Jamie L Cantore Jul 2023
The caterpillar walks alongside groovy stems; so what do you mean?
    the banjo plays on to rusty hymns; what is that supposed to mean?  the plainsong of those birds of a feather upends: excuse me, come again please?
   but nobody, no one;  ever… told you you had
to comprehend. Oh fam, you’re soo mean!
So you can take your suit just in case,
and I can take in the
rain and coat  my little dream. What, why? You don’t mind.  and I don’t mind metaphors
to explain lyrics across…  the bard. You’re speaking in riddles, Man! So what is Poetry
to me, if I can’t take
it’s license and play with my words, words you would discard, I call  deuces wild, yeah my friend. Nah, it’s not like that at all child. Yes it is. No it’s not. Yes it is. No it’s not! And that’s the way I feel y’all. I just think a thought and jot.

Jot it all down. Jot it all down. Jot alllllll DoWn… when I think a thought.
Totally messing around here, I love to explain my writings!
jaden Nov 2021
there’s a rush of something to my mind that drags it’s calming palms down the back of my brain.
now i can hear the rushing of blood in and out of my aorta warming up on my cardiovascular walls.
this is what summer suns leaving final kisses to foreheads before a cool moonlight makes way.
something kind of like end of autumn when leaves transition to dust and dusk feels like the first brushes of winter winds.
i am dragging cool, calm, collected, metal across
hot, heavy, hesitant flesh and i feel
nothing until blood starts pumping and then i feel
this unabashed bliss and this unbearable shame.
it’s akin to knowing without having the knowledge the way i crave a humiliating high.
hxzin Oct 2021
i thought we'd ******
in shared breath, hot and sweet
peach lips parted
not in passing one another
silent
avoiding eye contact
helios Sep 2021
my fingers ache with a desire to create
explore the colors of my mind
i beg for it to come freely
but i always end up searching
carving away at the layers
like a caver, trying to see what beauty
could be hidden underneath
the worthlessness and despair
for once i realize i could be something
i no longer am nothing
and i spill from my mouth,
my eyes bloom,
i see what could be and
it feels close enough to touch
all i must do
is reach a little further

i have never felt as warm
as when i am writing
and i have never felt as cold
as when i am done
i pour my heart out into
these virtual pages
and it's nice to see
what i have created
but god, do i feel empty after
oldish poem (few months) that i just updated a lil. i hate making titles

over the summer i tried to write some poetry when i was feeling especially depressed

it's nice to get my feelings out and also i liked being able to look back on particularly rough moments

but i found a lot of the time i'd feel empty beforehand, it was an Unknown Emptiness... and once i wrote the poetry, i still felt the same emptiness but now I Knew to an extent WHY i was feeling so empty... and somehow, the knowledge was worse

i'm so young and i have so many incredible opportunities. it's absurd i feel so lost. but i am floating aimlessly...

i don't know.  i love to ramble.

got a big *** lump in my throat right now lol. i think i need a therapist
basil Aug 2021
maybe if i could show people
the poems i wrote about them
i wouldn't need to write them at all
08.25.2021
Dark Dream May 2021
Yeah yeah I see it now
Your cold embrace
And sweat on the brow

Sure sure it might have been
The sleepless night
Full of wicked sin

Blah blah was your last line
Into a wasteland
And here’s my sign
yann Feb 2021
I cant go to sleep
I swear I want to, swear I try, swear I did all the steps right
But you know what

There is only one body in this bed
And it's mine,
And it misses you
And it wishes it did not have to.
Max Dec 2020
I am done,
Trying to keep people in my life is exhausting
Whether they try to stay or don’t
Can’t handle myself, let alone someone else
No I don’t hate you or talk of you
No more sad thoughts about you
Stop thinking about me it’s not worth it
Was I ever here, you won’t know
But it’s better that I just ****** let you go
imehsahdehahs Dec 2020
Clays are Jumping Up & Down

in Every Corner of Colosseum


Your *** Is Dead, Violence All You See
Your *** Is Dead, Violence All You See


They Drink Flood of Tears of Saints

Certainly, Nature is Church Of Satan


Slave Run Faster!
Slave Run Faster!
Slave Run Faster!


Come & See A Brand New Car Carsh

Full Of Blood make your Brain Dance

Fresh Flesh of once Loved Trash

Window was Open & take the chance



Your *** Is Dead, Violence All You See
Your *** Is Dead, Violence All You See


Bones they Love the most

They want to **** my host

Now There cities are Destroyed

And They all are turned into ghosts



Faith we lead you to promised Land
Faith we lead you to promised Land
Faith we lead you to promised Land
Faith we lead you to promised Land
Faith we lead you to promised Land
Faith we lead you to promised Land
Faith we lead you to promised Land
Faith we lead you to promised Land
Faith we lead you to promised Land
Faith we lead you to promised Land
Faith we lead you to promised Land
Faith we lead you to promised Land
S&G
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