#cache - Hello Poetry

I’m deleting you in fragments Digits before pictures Like pulling teeth in the wrong order The apps still think we’re married Offering me sales on rings A carousel of anniversaries I don’t want tickets for Every playlist is wired with shrapnel A hook catches my ribs The bridge splits open under me Even silence feels like background music I forgot to turn off Your name surfaces in autofill A half-built ghost the keyboard won’t let rot Loss written out for me before I even breathe it I clear the cache But the body has no settings menu Skin remembers fingerprints Shoulders still flinch at phantom weight The servers keep everything So do I Unopened folders Permissions denied A hard drive buzzing at night With what it refuses to erase

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Sep 19, 2025

Sep 19, 2025 at 3:16 PM UTC

Sorelle

Erasure

I’m deleting you in fragments Digits before pictures Like pulling teeth in the wrong order The apps still think we’re married Offering me sales on rings A carousel of anniversaries I don’t want tickets for Every playlist is wired with shrapnel A hook catches my ribs The bridge splits open under me Even silence feels like background music I forgot to turn off Your name surfaces in autofill A half-built ghost the keyboard won’t let rot Loss written out for me before I even breathe it I clear the cache But the body has no settings menu Skin remembers fingerprints Shoulders still flinch at phantom weight The servers keep everything So do I Unopened folders Permissions denied A hard drive buzzing at night With what it refuses to erase

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I am many things. Mostly, a beast of burden. I am everything. Mostly, painful consciousness. I am pain. I am detriment to my own health, as well as I am detriment to my others. What do I want? Alexandria fell. For what more could I want? Then, may the flame burn, ad infinitum, inhale human conquest. What do I want? To keep grandiosity from obtaining starships. Or, Just turn to dust, As is the prophecy, Happy the motes ever did arrange.

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May 14, 2019

May 14, 2019 at 12:33 AM UTC

Simillacrum

Beast of Burden

I am many things. Mostly, a beast of burden. I am everything. Mostly, painful consciousness. I am pain. I am detriment to my own health, as well as I am detriment to my others. What do I want? Alexandria fell. For what more could I want? Then, may the flame burn, ad infinitum, inhale human conquest. What do I want? To keep grandiosity from obtaining starships. Or, Just turn to dust, As is the prophecy, Happy the motes ever did arrange.

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a companion piece to miniskirts & high heels vs. poetry & yoga^ <•> a couple of buds at a local dive bar, drinking Buds, talking loud about technology and other manly man stuff attract attention for our conversation isn't bout sports, get approached by long legs in high heels and a miniskirt, with the best come on line ever any woman invented, "you guys know about computers, huh?" later after reading twenty or so of her poems, and learning the degree of difficulty of the downward facing dog pose (adho mukha svanasana) she said: tell me again how I *clear my cache, change my font, add more memory for new memories, stop auto correct from making wont into want, so I can happy write* "wont thy thoughts to my heart thereof" so I obliged and then the geek in meek wrote his first poem after first clearing the catch in his throat

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Jul 9, 2017

Jul 9, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC

onlylovepoetry

***** technology talk (clearing the cache)

a companion piece to miniskirts & high heels vs. poetry & yoga^ <•> a couple of buds at a local dive bar, drinking Buds, talking loud about technology and other manly man stuff attract attention for our conversation isn't bout sports, get approached by long legs in high heels and a miniskirt, with the best come on line ever any woman invented, "you guys know about computers, huh?" later after reading twenty or so of her poems, and learning the degree of difficulty of the downward facing dog pose (adho mukha svanasana) she said: tell me again how I *clear my cache, change my font, add more memory for new memories, stop auto correct from making wont into want, so I can happy write* "wont thy thoughts to my heart thereof" so I obliged and then the geek in meek wrote his first poem after first clearing the catch in his throat

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A world unraveled by sorrow A sun that will not rise tomorrow A tear soaked pillow and sheets A bright bubbly smile for every person she meets A life full of pain and dread Her heart full of stains and her brain all but dead The anxiety rips her to shreds fed up with the woe Through the thick haze she treads Many miles a minute her mind races In her own silly way herself she disgraces Autopilot set on repeat the verbose emotion chills her Down to her feet Heavy limbs hang at her sides as the long days go by Her willingness subsides When the clock strikes the hour, she abides the torment and exhaustion she feels keeps her pensive in thought As she reels Another day gone by in a flash hidden emotions Stored in the cache

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Nov 8, 2017

Nov 8, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC

Emiliute

Cache

A world unraveled by sorrow A sun that will not rise tomorrow A tear soaked pillow and sheets A bright bubbly smile for every person she meets A life full of pain and dread Her heart full of stains and her brain all but dead The anxiety rips her to shreds fed up with the woe Through the thick haze she treads Many miles a minute her mind races In her own silly way herself she disgraces Autopilot set on repeat the verbose emotion chills her Down to her feet Heavy limbs hang at her sides as the long days go by Her willingness subsides When the clock strikes the hour, she abides the torment and exhaustion she feels keeps her pensive in thought As she reels Another day gone by in a flash hidden emotions Stored in the cache

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Quelquefois Je me réveille Je chante, je ris Mais cachée. Quelquefois Je te connais Je pense, je lis Mais cachée Quelquefois C’est comme tu fais Partie de moi Mais cachée Et quelquefois Je lis, je vais, Je ris, je vis, Tout cachée.

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Jun 23, 2015

Jun 23, 2015 at 12:41 PM UTC

scardecourcier

Quelquefois

Quelquefois Je me réveille Je chante, je ris Mais cachée. Quelquefois Je te connais Je pense, je lis Mais cachée Quelquefois C’est comme tu fais Partie de moi Mais cachée Et quelquefois Je lis, je vais, Je ris, je vis, Tout cachée.

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Je vois les ombres Peut-être j’en suis Le cœur tout sombre, Cachée, je vis. Mon âme s’est perdu Mon espoir aussi Donc sans aucune aide Cachée, je vis. Je chante des poèmes Des livres je lis Silencieusement Cachée, je vis.

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Jun 23, 2015

Jun 23, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC

scardecourcier

Cachée

Je vois les ombres Peut-être j’en suis Le cœur tout sombre, Cachée, je vis. Mon âme s’est perdu Mon espoir aussi Donc sans aucune aide Cachée, je vis. Je chante des poèmes Des livres je lis Silencieusement Cachée, je vis.

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