#blunders - Hello Poetry

All I know is monsters All I see is a cold world that gets darker as the *** stir's The future blurs to a point its so obscure it's not yours Can't seem to stop words from causing me to go backwards Maybe I need to go back and relearn like toddlers in diapers There's no cures All the fibers of my being are withering away like dead flowers Retreating like cowards The more I try the worse I fail, a living hell, crunch the numbers I've done the math, a chalk board full of blunders Nightmares occurring with my eyes wide shut It's more then a rut A candidate to win? Nope, I have a losing ballot No safety blanket and no bright colors on my pallet Hollow and cryptic Revisit the past like I'm stuck to it with a rivet This isn't just unfortunate it's inadequate Chew off my arm to be free or just cannibalistic Can I even resist it? This dark army that I have enlisted For to long happy never even existed And you wonder why I tend go ballistic... Man, *** this $hit! ©2018

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Feb 19, 2018

Feb 19, 2018 at 12:39 AM UTC

bettsjc187

~•§•~ Not A Winning Candidate ~•§•~

All I know is monsters All I see is a cold world that gets darker as the *** stir's The future blurs to a point its so obscure it's not yours Can't seem to stop words from causing me to go backwards Maybe I need to go back and relearn like toddlers in diapers There's no cures All the fibers of my being are withering away like dead flowers Retreating like cowards The more I try the worse I fail, a living hell, crunch the numbers I've done the math, a chalk board full of blunders Nightmares occurring with my eyes wide shut It's more then a rut A candidate to win? Nope, I have a losing ballot No safety blanket and no bright colors on my pallet Hollow and cryptic Revisit the past like I'm stuck to it with a rivet This isn't just unfortunate it's inadequate Chew off my arm to be free or just cannibalistic Can I even resist it? This dark army that I have enlisted For to long happy never even existed And you wonder why I tend go ballistic... Man, *** this $hit! ©2018

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i'll raise an electric fence around the gods up there in mountains and ivory towers and they'll all wear shock collars too i'll spread peanut butter on bread and send it to them through the mail i'll write them letters from the lower world saying that 'time really isn't a bother anymore because apples rot in home baked pies down here' i'll reach through my own tainted build up of corrosive discharge and pull a petal from the flower of life to eat in front of them with a coffee toothed smile i'll throw weeds over palisades into groomed gardens i'll **** on the flaming sword spinning like i do outside heavenly gates i'll put AA batteries on my ******* and force feed the north star until it bursts i'll stain the glass in windows extolling failures and shining blunders under vaulted ceilings i'll be nothing less than the imperfect son of an imperfect man and an imperfect woman-- human all too human after all

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Mar 5, 2021

Mar 5, 2021 at 10:46 AM UTC

Laokos

Nietzsche niche

i'll raise an electric fence around the gods up there in mountains and ivory towers and they'll all wear shock collars too i'll spread peanut butter on bread and send it to them through the mail i'll write them letters from the lower world saying that 'time really isn't a bother anymore because apples rot in home baked pies down here' i'll reach through my own tainted build up of corrosive discharge and pull a petal from the flower of life to eat in front of them with a coffee toothed smile i'll throw weeds over palisades into groomed gardens i'll **** on the flaming sword spinning like i do outside heavenly gates i'll put AA batteries on my ******* and force feed the north star until it bursts i'll stain the glass in windows extolling failures and shining blunders under vaulted ceilings i'll be nothing less than the imperfect son of an imperfect man and an imperfect woman-- human all too human after all

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The rain often makes me wonder, Whether it is time to just surrender The essence of what I thought was relevant, Slowly turning into a blunder.

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Jun 24, 2020

Jun 24, 2020 at 10:58 AM UTC

wordsunboxed

Rain

The rain often makes me wonder, Whether it is time to just surrender The essence of what I thought was relevant, Slowly turning into a blunder.

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I pushed open the window. I drew the curtains off. The world was full of blunders. Beyond those metal walls. I let a deep sigh and turned away my gaze. My world of pen and paper is better than that maze.

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Oct 6, 2018

Oct 6, 2018 at 4:55 AM UTC

the_unwritten_note

my world

I pushed open the window. I drew the curtains off. The world was full of blunders. Beyond those metal walls. I let a deep sigh and turned away my gaze. My world of pen and paper is better than that maze.

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