#benign - Hello Poetry

You do not need to know what I do It is a weird question "What do you do?" Followed by "Hi, how are you?" It is the bullshittery of it all The nonsense like that of Aqua Net. Keeping every strand in place girl Don't you worry Aqua Net has saved many a day She is the superhero of the world

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Jul 29, 2025

Jul 29, 2025 at 11:56 PM UTC

breeaudrey

Freelance

You do not need to know what I do It is a weird question "What do you do?" Followed by "Hi, how are you?" It is the bullshittery of it all The nonsense like that of Aqua Net. Keeping every strand in place girl Don't you worry Aqua Net has saved many a day She is the superhero of the world

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sky, benign cry for life,that roots ever for, interstellar sprouts!

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Jun 5, 2018

Jun 5, 2018 at 2:09 AM UTC

k-balachandran

Interstellar life forms

sky, benign cry for life,that roots ever for, interstellar sprouts!

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A thing which you must have A thing which you can have for $0 But, to have it, You must have lots of benign words to all And, put away all malice words A Tongue of Flowers Charge yourself with all the philanthropy Never wait someone to have it first YOU take it first and use it with all No exceptions Because if you never did No one will

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Mar 16, 2018

Mar 16, 2018 at 7:45 AM UTC

husna-khellah-1

A Tonge of Flowers

A thing which you must have A thing which you can have for $0 But, to have it, You must have lots of benign words to all And, put away all malice words A Tongue of Flowers Charge yourself with all the philanthropy Never wait someone to have it first YOU take it first and use it with all No exceptions Because if you never did No one will

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Tinnitus is here since the first time, The first time you had ditched me... Oh yeah it had gotten okay temporarily, Because you patched up momentarily. Now I have an even stronger Vertigo, Ever after I am of some knowledge.. How did you put up such a good act, Why did you double cross me? He confirmed what your mom told me, That he had come down to your town.. Before I did, much before you knew me, Even earlier than you stepped in my life... I don't want to know who you cheated, He might as well feel double-crossed. You're right, that's your personal issue, I am nobody to make comments on it. Now I suspect that I have a Neuroma, They dub it as Acoustic Neuroma. You may ask me simply, "What sense is that self-diagnosis?" Well I just observed the symptoms, ***A persistent headache, Dizziness, Drowsiness, Vertigo, Tinnitus.*** The confirmatory test will be held soon, It is not often always a malignancy, And I will just hope for the best. I really hope that it is not cancerous, For that would bankrupt the family, Cancer - that too a brain tumour... As if I had gulped down barrels of wine, Vertigo is as though I'm inebriated, It is seriously very irritating. Irritating me for long is this tinnitus, Now vertigo has just added to them, My miserable mysterious miseries. But don't you worry and keep playing, You're an excellent playgirl, There're so many boys as toys for you.

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Oct 20, 2016

Oct 20, 2016 at 12:56 PM UTC

Atul

Miserable Mysterious Miseries

Tinnitus is here since the first time, The first time you had ditched me... Oh yeah it had gotten okay temporarily, Because you patched up momentarily. Now I have an even stronger Vertigo, Ever after I am of some knowledge.. How did you put up such a good act, Why did you double cross me? He confirmed what your mom told me, That he had come down to your town.. Before I did, much before you knew me, Even earlier than you stepped in my life... I don't want to know who you cheated, He might as well feel double-crossed. You're right, that's your personal issue, I am nobody to make comments on it. Now I suspect that I have a Neuroma, They dub it as Acoustic Neuroma. You may ask me simply, "What sense is that self-diagnosis?" Well I just observed the symptoms, ***A persistent headache, Dizziness, Drowsiness, Vertigo, Tinnitus.*** The confirmatory test will be held soon, It is not often always a malignancy, And I will just hope for the best. I really hope that it is not cancerous, For that would bankrupt the family, Cancer - that too a brain tumour... As if I had gulped down barrels of wine, Vertigo is as though I'm inebriated, It is seriously very irritating. Irritating me for long is this tinnitus, Now vertigo has just added to them, My miserable mysterious miseries. But don't you worry and keep playing, You're an excellent playgirl, There're so many boys as toys for you.

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I sit here quietly enraged same like the calm front that has hit on the western range of my property. I am a story teller who has no stories and a ear filled with melody for the summer rains. The greens will need trimming and sculpting soon. The pigeons will arrive to the corners of the property to breed and propagate the flock. Sometimes it's full of **** and sometimes it's not. Mostly after the squall procedes over from the lake is the promanant time of the winter cleaning over that portion of the foothills. Now here where I live, in the adequate and humble living quarters of mine, there is voices that travel on wind breezes that wander through my jealousies. They bring the news like airmail every so often. But mostly news of bills collectors spinning in their office chairs furiously at the amount of **** that is nessecary for this part time profession. Sometimes during the night my eyes go bad and I often wonder when they will get suitable for work again. I've been slacking a bit on the work and more on the suitability of my mind for processes like building a fireplace. You know, the theory of it all. Hmmm....

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Aug 30, 2016

Aug 30, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC

vierra

Rage

I sit here quietly enraged same like the calm front that has hit on the western range of my property. I am a story teller who has no stories and a ear filled with melody for the summer rains. The greens will need trimming and sculpting soon. The pigeons will arrive to the corners of the property to breed and propagate the flock. Sometimes it's full of **** and sometimes it's not. Mostly after the squall procedes over from the lake is the promanant time of the winter cleaning over that portion of the foothills. Now here where I live, in the adequate and humble living quarters of mine, there is voices that travel on wind breezes that wander through my jealousies. They bring the news like airmail every so often. But mostly news of bills collectors spinning in their office chairs furiously at the amount of **** that is nessecary for this part time profession. Sometimes during the night my eyes go bad and I often wonder when they will get suitable for work again. I've been slacking a bit on the work and more on the suitability of my mind for processes like building a fireplace. You know, the theory of it all. Hmmm....

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two men sat fishing by a village stream one short one tall... Short Man: I think he's wrong to chat to kids leave them alone there is no need Tall Man: What have you there your venal mind has lost the plot there is no deed Short Man: No man has kids who like him so it must be bad let's cast our vote Tall Man: No issue here we're always there he's not alone I'll have you note Short Man: They tell him stuff we never hear why don't they talk to us instead Tall Man: You're busy mate you shut them up and all you do is keep them fed Short Man: It's just not done the kids all flock they see a saint could be a threat Tall Man: The Lord himself had kids mill 'round for he was good no need to fret Short Man: It's true I s'pose that's different though a Son of God can do it right Tall Man: So all of us imperfect souls can only lose the moral fight? Short Man: Of course it's not as clear as that just can't abide if kids get hurt Tall Man: Well that's okay but blacken not a decent man by throwing dirt Short Man: I'll flog him to an inch of life if we would hear he's crossed the line Tall Man: You know I loathe all deviant ways be careful though for he's benign Short Man: I hear you man my thoughts run wild we mustn't see it black and white Tall Man: Imagine if he's told this sh-t to slander hear how would that bite Short Man: You have a point not all are bad some have more time than most townsfolk Tall Man: I've heard he steers them to the good he's simply not a usual bloke Short Man: You're right my friend you've pulled me up an honest man we should defend

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Jul 12, 2016

Jul 12, 2016 at 7:54 PM UTC

eleanor-prince

- river trial -

two men sat fishing by a village stream one short one tall... Short Man: I think he's wrong to chat to kids leave them alone there is no need Tall Man: What have you there your venal mind has lost the plot there is no deed Short Man: No man has kids who like him so it must be bad let's cast our vote Tall Man: No issue here we're always there he's not alone I'll have you note Short Man: They tell him stuff we never hear why don't they talk to us instead Tall Man: You're busy mate you shut them up and all you do is keep them fed Short Man: It's just not done the kids all flock they see a saint could be a threat Tall Man: The Lord himself had kids mill 'round for he was good no need to fret Short Man: It's true I s'pose that's different though a Son of God can do it right Tall Man: So all of us imperfect souls can only lose the moral fight? Short Man: Of course it's not as clear as that just can't abide if kids get hurt Tall Man: Well that's okay but blacken not a decent man by throwing dirt Short Man: I'll flog him to an inch of life if we would hear he's crossed the line Tall Man: You know I loathe all deviant ways be careful though for he's benign Short Man: I hear you man my thoughts run wild we mustn't see it black and white Tall Man: Imagine if he's told this sh-t to slander hear how would that bite Short Man: You have a point not all are bad some have more time than most townsfolk Tall Man: I've heard he steers them to the good he's simply not a usual bloke Short Man: You're right my friend you've pulled me up an honest man we should defend

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(10w) .....all my cysts ................of brokenness ..............................i'm glad, ........................................they're all benign... Sally Copyright February 14, 2016 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

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Mar 7, 2016

Mar 7, 2016 at 7:59 AM UTC

sally-a-bayan

BENIGN

(10w) .....all my cysts ................of brokenness ..............................i'm glad, ........................................they're all benign... Sally Copyright February 14, 2016 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

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Are words harmless? Can they ever be benign? Between you and I?- And, how many times has the Soul mated and re-mated? Tearing, scarring, and numbing the connection. Is that how and why, we keep this distance? Or, Love, is it fear of perfection?

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Mar 2, 2015

Mar 2, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC

sherlene2

What Words Have Been

Are words harmless? Can they ever be benign? Between you and I?- And, how many times has the Soul mated and re-mated? Tearing, scarring, and numbing the connection. Is that how and why, we keep this distance? Or, Love, is it fear of perfection?

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