#dictionaryofobscuresorrows

When I was kid, I’d look up at the sky and wave At the airplanes passing by, I’d wave down from an airplane Hung up high, I’d wave and think myself seen. I remember being seven years old and The hot air balloon operator said To keep all limbs inside the vehicle And my parents kept nudging me to the middle– Safe and nested. But I didn’t stay there for long, no I pushed out to the edge, on tiptoes to Look down at the great big Everything. Only half the thrill is fear of falling. The rest is how it feels to float.

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Jun 15, 2025

Jun 15, 2025 at 6:03 PM UTC

mjsayshey

Volander

When I was kid, I’d look up at the sky and wave At the airplanes passing by, I’d wave down from an airplane Hung up high, I’d wave and think myself seen. I remember being seven years old and The hot air balloon operator said To keep all limbs inside the vehicle And my parents kept nudging me to the middle– Safe and nested. But I didn’t stay there for long, no I pushed out to the edge, on tiptoes to Look down at the great big Everything. Only half the thrill is fear of falling. The rest is how it feels to float.

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I want to erase the fingerprints I leave on your days, weeks, and years, To drain through the gaps In your floorboards, To float through life, Unable to embrace but Too incorporeal to be slapped. I need to go.

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Oct 18, 2024

Oct 18, 2024 at 10:11 AM UTC

mjsayshey

Slipfast

I want to erase the fingerprints I leave on your days, weeks, and years, To drain through the gaps In your floorboards, To float through life, Unable to embrace but Too incorporeal to be slapped. I need to go.

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Why do I dare to sing this melody, overused and claimed by millions of others, with voices nearly interchangeable but barely off, imperceptibly so, just a dash too much of cinnamon, not that you’d ever know, but still I steal these hand-me-down words, chasing the horizon only to retreat back to the well-worn reef?

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Oct 19, 2024

Oct 19, 2024 at 6:25 PM UTC

mjsayshey

Vemödalen

Why do I dare to sing this melody, overused and claimed by millions of others, with voices nearly interchangeable but barely off, imperceptibly so, just a dash too much of cinnamon, not that you’d ever know, but still I steal these hand-me-down words, chasing the horizon only to retreat back to the well-worn reef?

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it feels like locking the door on your loyal dog who loved unconditionally and saved you from your sorrowful depths, but you must go and all things must end, though, can’t you hear the whining through the cracks? can’t you hear the groan through the cracks in the spine made from opening what must always be shut?

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Oct 20, 2024

Oct 20, 2024 at 11:22 PM UTC

mjsayshey

Looseleft

it feels like locking the door on your loyal dog who loved unconditionally and saved you from your sorrowful depths, but you must go and all things must end, though, can’t you hear the whining through the cracks? can’t you hear the groan through the cracks in the spine made from opening what must always be shut?

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The mantis shrimp Sees all that I never could. My creator, ever frugal, Gave me gifts Of word and tongue But only just this once, Bits of light cowed by the sun. I peer through the window, Too short to see those Violet peaks. I brush past reality Like the eyelash fluttering past My cheek, Never to really know.

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Oct 21, 2024

Oct 21, 2024 at 12:37 PM UTC

mjsayshey

Occhiolism

The mantis shrimp Sees all that I never could. My creator, ever frugal, Gave me gifts Of word and tongue But only just this once, Bits of light cowed by the sun. I peer through the window, Too short to see those Violet peaks. I brush past reality Like the eyelash fluttering past My cheek, Never to really know.

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I long to see me As you do, Entirely foreign and Mundanely beautiful. I wish to trace The curves of my lettering, Attempting to decode A message I have already Memorized. I have already unraveled All of my mysteries but you Still startle at each creak Of the floor, each squeak Of the door. Nevertheless, That elsewise wonder Is only reserved for Strangers.

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Oct 17, 2024

Oct 17, 2024 at 12:00 PM UTC

mjsayshey

Elsewise

I long to see me As you do, Entirely foreign and Mundanely beautiful. I wish to trace The curves of my lettering, Attempting to decode A message I have already Memorized. I have already unraveled All of my mysteries but you Still startle at each creak Of the floor, each squeak Of the door. Nevertheless, That elsewise wonder Is only reserved for Strangers.

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You’ve been bullshitting people: “He is like family, he’s like a brother” “She is so kind and wise, she is a mother” Well, are they, though? Is there a chance he would disown you upon coming out? Will she respect a man so cynical he threw his true love out? No he won’t, he’s got your back, he is your brightest moonlight . he a is friend, a lilo, those words say all, they say enough. No, she won’t, she’ll want him gone, wisdom comes with judgment. She’s a techer or a mentor, these words are true and are enough. So use the words you should, and stop bullshitting people.

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Aug 30, 2021

Aug 30, 2021 at 6:51 PM UTC

demy-molentor

Say it as is

You’ve been bullshitting people: “He is like family, he’s like a brother” “She is so kind and wise, she is a mother” Well, are they, though? Is there a chance he would disown you upon coming out? Will she respect a man so cynical he threw his true love out? No he won’t, he’s got your back, he is your brightest moonlight . he a is friend, a lilo, those words say all, they say enough. No, she won’t, she’ll want him gone, wisdom comes with judgment. She’s a techer or a mentor, these words are true and are enough. So use the words you should, and stop bullshitting people.

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The words I should Have said Sit in my gut, Heavy and blunt, And all I can do Is tell myself That I don't have to Hold onto Words unspoken As I try not to Spill them On the floor At your feet

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May 2, 2019

May 2, 2019 at 5:25 AM UTC

KNL

Jouska

The words I should Have said Sit in my gut, Heavy and blunt, And all I can do Is tell myself That I don't have to Hold onto Words unspoken As I try not to Spill them On the floor At your feet

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