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#annoyance
You return to me – An importunate, festering boil – An unremitting, bubbling pustule – A pulsing, oozing Mortified flesh of memory – You split your tongue To speak – in twain – Of false devotions – Saccharine professions Corroded by fetid confessions – I breathe their stench In my sleep While the dreams you hold captive Beg for their release.
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Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 10:48 AM UTC
Untitled
i found out recently why she sneezes after stepping out from the shadows into bright sunlight it is apparently a genetic trait something uncontrollable simply confusion between her optic and trigeminal nerves where the one responsible for everything seen inadvertently sets off the other and this one has a tendency to react to foreign bodies and irritation explosively
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Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 7:35 AM UTC
inadvertently
I’m banging my head thru the wall. That tic and click as my head tics back and forth just begging to be twisted it off. Off like a switch of a twitch that is itchy that can’t be itched because it’s deep inside the clicks and ribs that can’t be ripped. I’m living with the constant tremble of a broken twitching and shifting body that won’t stop clicking and picking until I can’t control an ick.
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Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 3:00 PM UTC
Tics and icks
it will never make sense that the mechanics of the human body allows for a person to bite their own tongue or cheek mindlessly yet with such force; eye-watering and debilitating a momentary paralysis of fist-clenched frustration and wordless fury the blood that flows cannot be stemmed must be left untended and simply spat out      or swallowed as that metallic taste taints every mouthful
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Oct 24, 2023
Oct 24, 2023 at 11:10 AM UTC
more than i can chew
you say that I'm wrong, but you've never known right. how pretentious of you, to stay in my sight. you're entitled to your opinion. but truth is, no one gives a **** if we were all like you, we'd all be full of it.
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Dec 2, 2022
Dec 2, 2022 at 5:14 PM UTC
the truth
How They asked Can you Hate That which others hold so dear That which is the product Of your blood sweat and tears How can you Hate That which you create The answer I give Always the same It was piece I made it out of vain It exist Just because of pain It's worth Justified by those who say What a beautiful piece of art Unfortunately burned into my brain The praise of the piece The one I hate
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Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 2:20 PM UTC
Hate what you create
you're "laughing out loud" at me that's good i hope its hearty thank god i'm humorous to bring elation to a life as dull as yours and i'm not upset cause i'm laughing too!
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Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 9:48 AM UTC
L O L
You finally said You wanted me to leave though I'd already tried to
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Jan 17, 2021
Jan 17, 2021 at 9:02 AM UTC
and you nagged me for it
I never get a ******* break. Your that annoying sound from the dead fire alarms just chirping away at me. It never stops. I open my mouth and am silenced by you. Your words of fire and rage. I don’t know who’s winning. You or my mind. I can’t ever get a ******* break from this mess of a world. Too many tasks with too little time. Struggling to do right. Your hellish yells don’t do anything but feed the fire of my anger. The very anger that disrupts my ability to do what I need to do. Running around like your messenger. I just can’t ever catch a ******* break.
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Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 4:53 PM UTC
Break
slovenly soluble loves from hearts that ache that can't imagine being on their own being by themselves could you blame them?
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Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 5:24 PM UTC
Heart Ache
You think you deserve something but life slaps you upon the head and throws you down reminding you that after all you've doneyou don't deserve **** I had a strokeabout a week ago and there as a possibility of me getting to go home today instead of tomorrow but my blood level dropped to an undesirable rate this causing me to have to stay longer missing my oldest sisters funeral. I thought I would get to go buy that's was just life toying with my emotions again. I have a constant thought on"You don't deserve to be happy Ben!You don't deserve happiness. You can't pretend to be a good guy every now and then. it's such a disappoint to know I could've made my love better but now with all these life threatening hospitalizations and not knowinghow long I have left to live it just leaves me with such disappointment. I've always wished I could restart my life over andbe a better man but I know that's impossible just another disappointment that I get to live with I use to lash out in anger but that isn't going to change anything and it's a waste of time
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Nov 14, 2020
Nov 14, 2020 at 8:27 AM UTC
Diasppoint
Sir What can I serve you? "Your brain" "For a time being" Nothing more
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Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 12:09 PM UTC
Annoyance
are pushed. Voices ignored. Tones raised. Feelings on the floor.
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Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 11:47 PM UTC
Boundaries
My pen wore red, and scathed a struggling stroke Black became it better, until feeble nib broke Blue cried abiding stains, after much impatient rigour Green was inconsolable, and pink was unconsidered It was led who was left when all else lacked That was until rouge eraser attacked Is it a conscious activity of the precarious pen To cease work as you require it again and again?
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Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 7:43 PM UTC
Why don't any of my pens work?
I, am a walking headache. My figure parts beams of others' light my coming-- like an aura that signifies a migraine, accompanied by-- the passing unnamed, unnecessary, blips of luminesence that, is my signal to both come, and to go.
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Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 3:50 PM UTC
Ache
you sing the language of my heart, o, songs so sweet, too lavish to name. it is true that pure and just souls are the only ones with ears to hear the melody sung by you. no other tainted, conceited heart is equipped to understand the tongue you speak. an ode of love so powerful that those that are wicked in nature condemn the song they choose by action not to hear. O, sweet and utter fools! my tender spirit breaks for the judgment they bestow on you, for what do they know since they cannot hear the melody? their preconceived notion‘s are their faults and blindness, they are deaf to your song of love. and again I say what do they know? since they chose not to acquire the language of true and everlasting love. and it is to be said, those who do not hear are ignorant in love, and not by bliss, but by stupidity.
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Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 1:34 PM UTC
melodies of love
in a crowded room, why won’t you say you love me? are you too ashamed?
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May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 1:07 AM UTC
question
all I wanted was a kiss a kiss I had craved since the last I hadn’t even asked for much just a moment with you and no one else nothing even outrageous just an innocent second of love with no prying, teasing eyes a time where I could take you in feel you and all your affection I buried my head in your shoulder in vexation closing my eyes and instead relishing your warmth and yearning for a day with no interruptions where I can focus on you, and only you because all I want is your love wrapped in a kiss
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Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 3:51 PM UTC
not a lot to ask
can we dream about the future, without living in the now? can we please just fantasize, about what we want to be, instead of where we are, will you dream with me?
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Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 7:37 PM UTC
dream with me
"If it has nothing to do with me Then why should I even be here?" That sounded far more narcissistic Coming out of my mouth. But I meant exactly what I said, and I knew exactly what I meant. I knew exactly what I meant. - By Aleksander Mielnikow
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Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 2:29 PM UTC
(If it has nothing...)
You want a cocktail? I'll brew you a classic. Crushed seeds of indignation- fermented. Fresh fruits of strife, discord and distrust- juices squeezed. A sprinkle of tasty gossip. Don't forget the right amount of hate. All mixed in the chalice of anger. Serve with toppings of harsh words, On a tray of insensitive action. But if you so desire the revenge special, That is best serv'd cold.
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Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 2:00 PM UTC
Recipe for Trouble