#daymare - Hello Poetry

Another failure? Sure Stack it here, On the left shoulder The right shoulder Is occupied by a boulder Otherwise what do I care Just next in the long line, A tether, To the newest nightmare That'll transition seamlessly, I swear, Seemingly out of thin air Into a more current, Living daymare I know the routine But you can see the ware You can count every tare I can't hide the despair, It shows up everywhere I wasn't taught how to prepare But have noticed each and every year, Yeah after year, Less and less people care About that detail in particular So I run perpendicular To my failure Maybe forever Especially if I have to be My own savior ©2024

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Aug 30, 2024

Aug 30, 2024 at 4:10 PM UTC

bettsjc187

~•§•~ Routine ~•§•~

Another failure? Sure Stack it here, On the left shoulder The right shoulder Is occupied by a boulder Otherwise what do I care Just next in the long line, A tether, To the newest nightmare That'll transition seamlessly, I swear, Seemingly out of thin air Into a more current, Living daymare I know the routine But you can see the ware You can count every tare I can't hide the despair, It shows up everywhere I wasn't taught how to prepare But have noticed each and every year, Yeah after year, Less and less people care About that detail in particular So I run perpendicular To my failure Maybe forever Especially if I have to be My own savior ©2024

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I don't care, I'M A LIER I can't care Not about who or about what Just when and where Lurking like a jump scare Stimulating neck hair Never taught to prepare Never thought I'd get here Stuck in my own layer Of an inception daymare Not much darker after the lackluster transfer to nightmare It just goes to show the **** show goes on long past forever A morbid trend setter Left wishing I was a quitter I'M A LIER No need to wish, it's a clear no brainer And wicked obvious, at least from what I remember Though I know I don't remember a lot but whatever ©2024

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May 2, 2024

May 2, 2024 at 2:26 PM UTC

bettsjc187

~•§•~ Liar Lier ~•§•~

I don't care, I'M A LIER I can't care Not about who or about what Just when and where Lurking like a jump scare Stimulating neck hair Never taught to prepare Never thought I'd get here Stuck in my own layer Of an inception daymare Not much darker after the lackluster transfer to nightmare It just goes to show the **** show goes on long past forever A morbid trend setter Left wishing I was a quitter I'M A LIER No need to wish, it's a clear no brainer And wicked obvious, at least from what I remember Though I know I don't remember a lot but whatever ©2024

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* It's not an altar If I don't worship upon it (Even if I still whisper prayers) It's not a pedestal If you don't stand atop it (Only, I still look up to you) It's not a quest If you're no princess, and I'm no hero (Yet, I still seek out dragons) It's not a dream If there's no hope (And I still wake a million miles from you) *

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Apr 2, 2021

Apr 2, 2021 at 4:47 PM UTC

Jason_R_Michie

A Million Miles

* It's not an altar If I don't worship upon it (Even if I still whisper prayers) It's not a pedestal If you don't stand atop it (Only, I still look up to you) It's not a quest If you're no princess, and I'm no hero (Yet, I still seek out dragons) It's not a dream If there's no hope (And I still wake a million miles from you) *

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Though my dreams have been borderline terrifying, it's mixed with a magic I can't explain. I'd often prefer to stay than to wake, and let the story play. In my dreams I have purpose, even if it is to help save and escape when I am the aimed prey. I have planted myself in rough terrain, and though I feel the wetness of the rain, I currently lack the passion to push past the concrete shade of gray. While unconscious I am sometimes robbed of speech and mobility, but awake I am just a shadow's stain. The sun's rays will hit the next day and we will both forget I am there. I can honestly say I still prefer the dangers of the night, to the impending daymare. Let me sleep.

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Feb 24, 2020

Feb 24, 2020 at 5:07 PM UTC

Dreamstate528

Daymare (pillow talk)

Though my dreams have been borderline terrifying, it's mixed with a magic I can't explain. I'd often prefer to stay than to wake, and let the story play. In my dreams I have purpose, even if it is to help save and escape when I am the aimed prey. I have planted myself in rough terrain, and though I feel the wetness of the rain, I currently lack the passion to push past the concrete shade of gray. While unconscious I am sometimes robbed of speech and mobility, but awake I am just a shadow's stain. The sun's rays will hit the next day and we will both forget I am there. I can honestly say I still prefer the dangers of the night, to the impending daymare. Let me sleep.

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. I have seen couples, So far from each— Other, on a platform, Waiting for the next train, Never touching, yet how They ****** their mobile Devices, how softly, sweet, Without guile nor agenda They swipe the glass— As it swoons back in return With blue lights and alerts, So dearly needed and answers, In way words for the machines Of flesh and the ghost within, With such personal aplomb In real notifications of text And instant message.

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Apr 15, 2017

Apr 15, 2017 at 3:10 PM UTC

ormond

Way Words

. I have seen couples, So far from each— Other, on a platform, Waiting for the next train, Never touching, yet how They ****** their mobile Devices, how softly, sweet, Without guile nor agenda They swipe the glass— As it swoons back in return With blue lights and alerts, So dearly needed and answers, In way words for the machines Of flesh and the ghost within, With such personal aplomb In real notifications of text And instant message.

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" ang punong tagapagluto " KUNG ANG ISA SA MGA NAKA-ENTRADANG PUTAHE AY HINDE NAMAN TALAGA SADYANG NA-SABUTAHE NA KANINO NGA BA ANG EPEKTO NG PANGYAYARI SA MGA NAKA-TIKIM BA NITO O SA NAGMA-MAY ARI DAHIL KUNG ANG BAWAT SANDOK AY MAY NAGBABANTANG HADLOK ANO PA BANG SIGLA MERON ANG PAGSALOK GAYONG' NAKA-HAIN AY IBA SA IPINAPAHIMOK ILANG SANDALI PA MULA SA MGA ORAS NGANG ITO YAONG APEKTADO AY DAPAT LANG NA MAPANUTO MATAPOS MAGAWARAN NG HATOL BASE SA KARAMIHAN NG MGA GUMUSTO INOSENTE LANG ANG MAGTATAKA SA HAPAG-KAINAN KUNG ITO AY WASTO

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Dec 24, 2015

Dec 24, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC

TanglawatPanglaw

The Night before

" ang punong tagapagluto " KUNG ANG ISA SA MGA NAKA-ENTRADANG PUTAHE AY HINDE NAMAN TALAGA SADYANG NA-SABUTAHE NA KANINO NGA BA ANG EPEKTO NG PANGYAYARI SA MGA NAKA-TIKIM BA NITO O SA NAGMA-MAY ARI DAHIL KUNG ANG BAWAT SANDOK AY MAY NAGBABANTANG HADLOK ANO PA BANG SIGLA MERON ANG PAGSALOK GAYONG' NAKA-HAIN AY IBA SA IPINAPAHIMOK ILANG SANDALI PA MULA SA MGA ORAS NGANG ITO YAONG APEKTADO AY DAPAT LANG NA MAPANUTO MATAPOS MAGAWARAN NG HATOL BASE SA KARAMIHAN NG MGA GUMUSTO INOSENTE LANG ANG MAGTATAKA SA HAPAG-KAINAN KUNG ITO AY WASTO

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I have for you a brand new word: Of “Nightmare” we all have heard, But now I give you “Daymare”. Yes, a day of Daymares – Those little nagging Anxieties That grow to deep Depression. Can I pay my bills? Will I pass my exams? What will people think (of me)? We all have had those Daymare days When all goes wrong And nothing will go right. Bad days Like when my parents died, Nervous breakdowns, Running over a cat And a squirrel. Fillings falling out. Lunch is burnt. We’re flooded! And many more. Times of sadness, anger and frustration. Times to cry. Times when it’d be better To Die. So, here I give you “Daymare”: A word I hope You seldom have to use. Paul Butters

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Nov 24, 2015

Nov 24, 2015 at 6:37 AM UTC

paul-butters

Daymare

I have for you a brand new word: Of “Nightmare” we all have heard, But now I give you “Daymare”. Yes, a day of Daymares – Those little nagging Anxieties That grow to deep Depression. Can I pay my bills? Will I pass my exams? What will people think (of me)? We all have had those Daymare days When all goes wrong And nothing will go right. Bad days Like when my parents died, Nervous breakdowns, Running over a cat And a squirrel. Fillings falling out. Lunch is burnt. We’re flooded! And many more. Times of sadness, anger and frustration. Times to cry. Times when it’d be better To Die. So, here I give you “Daymare”: A word I hope You seldom have to use. Paul Butters

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Held in the pens Of womb, little one Squirms to see light, Before the bars of crib Encroach and bind one Growing into childhood. Then to be left off, bounded, For chaste schools to yearn how To keep such place whilst learning, Never knowing that old, bracing sun Is all around until frightful bell— calls Recess, for these are the walled gardens We made for ourselves, the coldest brick And mortar chambers we place as lambs Are encased, when finally we are pushed Into the dark, the drabness, of the drowning Work a daze whirled, the open prison of our lives.

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Dec 3, 2014

Dec 3, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC

ormond

Jailbreak Fails

Held in the pens Of womb, little one Squirms to see light, Before the bars of crib Encroach and bind one Growing into childhood. Then to be left off, bounded, For chaste schools to yearn how To keep such place whilst learning, Never knowing that old, bracing sun Is all around until frightful bell— calls Recess, for these are the walled gardens We made for ourselves, the coldest brick And mortar chambers we place as lambs Are encased, when finally we are pushed Into the dark, the drabness, of the drowning Work a daze whirled, the open prison of our lives.

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I have seen couples, So far from each— Other, on a platform, Waiting for the next train, Never touching, yet how They ****** their mobile Devices, how softly, sweet, Without guile nor agenda They swipe the glass— As it swoons back in return With blue lights and alerts, So dearly needed and answers, In way words for the machines Of flesh and the ghost within, With such personal aplomb In real notifications of text And instant message.

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Dec 3, 2014

Dec 3, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC

ormond

Way Words

I have seen couples, So far from each— Other, on a platform, Waiting for the next train, Never touching, yet how They ****** their mobile Devices, how softly, sweet, Without guile nor agenda They swipe the glass— As it swoons back in return With blue lights and alerts, So dearly needed and answers, In way words for the machines Of flesh and the ghost within, With such personal aplomb In real notifications of text And instant message.

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