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I cut the wheel out in gravel, I shaped a navel for the tadpoles. Firmly, but gentle; I dug out the furrows, I made lush the fields, I caused the showers. And in that safe place, I deposited them. So that they might grow. But now they're adults! Will they burn out all life In their self-contained terrarium? That is of their own making, Their own doing. For how high they have climbed up Yet, how little they have grown! Like Babel, like beanstalk, Like Galileo's experiment at Pisa! All things that go up must come down, Right?
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Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 2:07 AM UTC
That They Might Know
We count time but don't know what we count We feel time's flow in the sun, moon, and stars And see it passed in our flesh and offspring But without knowledge nor awareness if it is Forward, backwards, circular, or not at all Or if a second prior or after, is, shorter, or longer But only the everlasting, now, past, future, illusionary And time, the same as times, and so too half a time
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Aug 1, 2024
Aug 1, 2024 at 4:17 AM UTC
Time, Times, and Half a Time
Again backward is everything… until, inhale Peace in mind and body, trauma-covered veil Reality is shared pain like Nobara meets Shibuya So Animated it is fairytale, feeling numb after, Puff puff then imagine dragons
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Jun 8, 2024
Jun 8, 2024 at 5:10 PM UTC
Woodsback
among the skyscrapers my mind wander how narrow my sight was to only surmise what one might feel realizing there are more to conquer so i take a step back revisiting another possible tracks i could take
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Mar 22, 2022
Mar 22, 2022 at 3:20 AM UTC
one step backward
man, without wisdom, is uncivilized understanding how to decide and teach are we headed backward or forwards the future, currently exists, only in our minds do, or will we, have the vision to move to move past the present, into the future? ((ouch)), (my brain exploded)....)) Brian Hill - 2020 # 295
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Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 12:23 PM UTC
Understanding
There's an esoteric drug Called Ciretose It cures lack of Neoteric qualities For side effects Take Ciretoen It will reverse them Don't mix them up
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May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 12:05 PM UTC
Side effects
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Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 4:00 PM UTC
World of Confusion
I hate life, The major lie that I'm dealing with now is, That everything is fine, Soon I began to realize, Everything is falling apart, And the following is not the truth: I love life.
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Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 5:01 PM UTC
Forwards Thinking vs. Backwards Thinking
To: Jenny Subject: Backward ideas Jenny, A lady should only speak when spoken to Do not say Be quiet! You can only be graceful, be mellow Do not tell me A lady should speak her mind I know that A lady should never be aggressive, You will not tell me “I want to express control over my own body” Understand the importance of these words To Sit still, To Look pretty To Talk less Do not tell me Women do not need to be put in their place It was your gender’s fault That this is the structure of our society It’s not normal Accept this, Dad
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Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 2:33 AM UTC
Backward Ideas
It ended before the start what was the final tour all it took was a spark of another man's war let's begin the futility it will all be over soon or just an opportunity a soldier of fortune when you can attack there's no need to defend it's not as easy as that When you start at the end
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Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 5:09 PM UTC
Back Wars
And when I turn to stone someday You will become Medusa The very moment that you lay your gaze On my skin of cold-hard gray
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May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 7:49 AM UTC
The Other Way Around
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Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 2:40 AM UTC
Bassackward
You were the only one Who mattered And now You're the only one who doesn't.
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May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 7:21 PM UTC
The Backward Truth of the Matter
Everything he says Comes out backward. Nothing about him Is really straightforward. It’s like he came here From Bizarro World. Both of the forks Of his tongue are curled. He makes our lives Like a lower rank of hell. You won’t want to buy A single thing he sells. You can figure out This reptilian guy Just expect everything He says to be a lie. If he says it’s a nice day Run for your umbrella. At all possible costs You should avoid this fella. And if you know someone Who tells you he is nice Run as fast as you can From them, take my advice. He has never been honest He has never even tried. You’ll quickly lose count Of the times he has lied. If you think for a second That he cares about you Believe me when I say It just cannot be true. Because the only person This guy loves is himself And he doesn’t give a **** About anybody else. Not his family, nor his wife Please be a believer. In truth, he doesn’t really Love himself either. His whole world is backward, What he hates describes him. He tells about how he is So handsome and slim. But actually he’s a tub of lard And socially quite awkward. But he doesn’t realize it. He is, after all, himself: Mister Backward.
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Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 10:53 PM UTC
MISTER BACKWARD
It's almost funny how things change. How surprised I am that no matter how stuck in the past I tend to be life around me still moves on, it's like my heart beats backwards while time ticks forward. My heart beats rapidly, knowing where I was going before I recognized the turns I was taking. I'm a sucker for memories and I came here to try and breathe like I used to be able to do but it's different. The snow has melted much like who I used to be and there are no deep conversations just a half moon and a lit up skyline. I want to lean against the rails and remember the ghost of somebody who pressed me up against them but much like him they're gone. They were thrown away like our time together. I remember walking along the edge to overlook the chunks of ice thinking maybe if I fell onto one of them they'd take me somewhere better, now I'm too scared to climb up. How many calories would I burn falling into the lapping waves and fighting to not drown in them? Not enough. Never enough. And I want to say that's not the point but it is. I can't see a forward so I walk backwards and retrace the steps to who I used to be and it brings me back to sickness and I don't want to fight it because pills have to be taken with food and I don't eat enough to fit them into my life. This is what I've become, or its who I've always been. All I can think about is how alone I am and will be and I'm over the moon that soon I'll have everyone I love with me again, it tears me apart to think of when they leave, leave me to figure out if I'm more than any alibi I've ever shown. I'm trapped and I chose this for myself but that doesn't make it hurt any less. It was a self fulfilling prophecy, I wanted to escape who I've been but she catches up with me every time I cry in the parking lot I used to feel so alive in, every time I hear about self inflicted wounds I remember the feeling of my own and I wish they were there again to remind me I'm human and I should treat myself as such. But I'm empty, as empty as the railing that doesn't recognize me as empty as the ice less water and as empty as a plate of food. I'm not sick I'm stuck and I don't want help my Astoria will claim me and when it does I'll claw my way out because I'm a fighter and no matter what I've been through I've always proved that. My mother told me I always play the victim when I try to tell her how I feel and I let her have that. The only victim I've ever been is a victim of myself, of my mind and my heart and I'd dare say my soul if I thought I had one. There's no philosopher in the world who can save me now and no person who thinks to. I don't want to be saved, I just want to feel alive. And some days I do but today I don't. Right now I just want to close my eyes and remember things my brain has let disappear, I want to make something out of nothing and tell someone how I feel without thinking I'm being too much trouble or drawing attention to myself. I want to be alive again but I let such little things **** me slowly and its up to me. Always up to me.
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Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 11:43 PM UTC
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It's almost funny how things change. How surprised I am that no matter how stuck in the past I tend to be life around me still moves on, it's like my heart beats backwards while time ticks forward. My heart beats rapidly, knowing where I was going before I recognized the turns I was taking. I'm a sucker for memories and I came here to try and breathe like I used to be able to do but it's different. The snow has melted much like who I used to be and there are no deep conversations just a half moon and a lit up skyline. I want to lean against the rails and remember the ghost of somebody who pressed me up against them but much like him they're gone. They were thrown away like our time together. I remember walking along the edge to overlook the chunks of ice thinking maybe if I fell onto one of them they'd take me somewhere better, now I'm too scared to climb up. How many calories would I burn falling into the lapping waves and fighting to not drown in them? Not enough. Never enough. And I want to say that's not the point but it is. I can't see a forward so I walk backwards and retrace the steps to who I used to be and it brings me back to sickness and I don't want to fight it because pills have to be taken with food and I don't eat enough to fit them into my life. This is what I've become, or its who I've always been. All I can think about is how alone I am and will be and I'm over the moon that soon I'll have everyone I love with me again, it tears me apart to think of when they leave, leave me to figure out if I'm more than any alibi I've ever shown. I'm trapped and I chose this for myself but that doesn't make it hurt any less. It was a self fulfilling prophecy, I wanted to escape who I've been but she catches up with me every time I cry in the parking lot I used to feel so alive in, every time I hear about self inflicted wounds I remember the feeling of my own and I wish they were there again to remind me I'm human and I should treat myself as such. But I'm empty, as empty as the railing that doesn't recognize me as empty as the ice less water and as empty as a plate of food. I'm not sick I'm stuck and I don't want help my Astoria will claim me and when it does I'll claw my way out because I'm a fighter and no matter what I've been through I've always proved that. My mother told me I always play the victim when I try to tell her how I feel and I let her have that. The only victim I've ever been is a victim of myself, of my mind and my heart and I'd dare say my soul if I thought I had one. There's no philosopher in the world who can save me now and no person who thinks to. I don't want to be saved, I just want to feel alive. And some days I do but today I don't. Right now I just want to close my eyes and remember things my brain has let disappear, I want to make something out of nothing and tell someone how I feel without thinking I'm being too much trouble or drawing attention to myself. I want to be alive again but I let such little things **** me slowly and its up to me. Always up to me.
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While it may be, That you take One step forward, Then two steps back, At least you're moving, Right?
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May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
Steps
On the outside, I am strong I can smile at strangers I can laugh with my friends I can enjoy the breeze on a summer day Everything is okay But sometimes There are cracks in my foundation I can cry in the blink of an eye I doubt those who I used to trust I don't want to live anymore On the inside, I am broken
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC
Inside Outside
I think first, but lately it seems now a days that's my stupid curse Because it separates the good from the worst It makes me feel like could it get any worst? Maybe so But this liquor is a good start They say a drunken mind speaks an honest heart I've been up all night sick like a dog You was in my dream last night and still never called. That's ironic Waiter, let me get another gin and tonic That make me feel superhuman with a hint of bionic But she my one and only kryptonite That kinda drug that keeps the eyes open throughout out the night... Why can't you let me sleep? This a dark angel that forever reaps Who sticks her lethal nails in you 6 inches deep (Like a burial) Which means she killing me slowly Funny how you hate but barely know me... I think you owe me. More than just this new found imagination. More than all the bullsh!t that you've created... More than the time I've lost that you have wasted Maybe I should've embraced it? Disaster was in the menu and I just had to taste it. "Get out my life, take a hike" I just hope you make it. Even if you were broke, Id pay for you, If you needed protection, I would fight and slay for you If you were alone, I would lay and stay with you. Nowadays I just look up to the sky, shut my eyes...wish, hope and pray for you. Because you need it.
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 12:33 AM UTC
"HCTIB"
--> Today with shine mind my relapse with contacts my thoughts relived and collapsed relinquish that with legacy I have accepted challenge <--
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Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
Accepted challenge... Challenge Accepted
We are the images on cold grey walls, clinging to that which is long yet past. Meaningless, fruitless and hopeless we are, pitiful shadows forever to last . Time exists where nothing else can … what has become of a race called man? Among the ruins the wind will ever mourn and we are the shadows so forlorn.
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Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 8:59 AM UTC
SPLITTING THE ATOM
My mind gets trapped in darkened bands, hearing deep songs by the traveling man. Sad not fear, plays it slow, turning it back, hearing the scold Reversing the round, demons release, off with the head, take it from me Subliminally tripped, it goes back around, please turn it up, Hearing no sound.
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Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 7:11 AM UTC
Reversed