#droning - Hello Poetry

wish it could be easier this ticking in my head endless stream of thoughts that plagues my days my nights my everything can't seem to escape it words words words smother me with their stupid ******* weight neverending ******** why couldn't I be different? without the second-guessing analyzing distrusting always droning maybe I'd be happier if that's even a thing

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Aug 17, 2020

Aug 17, 2020 at 7:42 PM UTC

bbward

Lobotomy

wish it could be easier this ticking in my head endless stream of thoughts that plagues my days my nights my everything can't seem to escape it words words words smother me with their stupid ******* weight neverending ******** why couldn't I be different? without the second-guessing analyzing distrusting always droning maybe I'd be happier if that's even a thing

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On a day such as this, I return from my tiring work. On a day such as this, I return to this dull world. I hear it once more-- The droning, and the grayness it explores. I feel it coming-- The humming, and the slight drumming... The thinning beats are composed of children's pitter-patter, And sullen ***** dish clatter. The tuneless melody speaks of pointless meanings, And empty greetings. I hear it once more-- The droning, and the grayness it explores. I feel it coming-- The humming, and the slight drumming... I hear it one more time-- Or so I think, For the part of me that understands Has already died.

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Jan 28, 2019

Jan 28, 2019 at 12:18 AM UTC

sushii

The Humming

On a day such as this, I return from my tiring work. On a day such as this, I return to this dull world. I hear it once more-- The droning, and the grayness it explores. I feel it coming-- The humming, and the slight drumming... The thinning beats are composed of children's pitter-patter, And sullen ***** dish clatter. The tuneless melody speaks of pointless meanings, And empty greetings. I hear it once more-- The droning, and the grayness it explores. I feel it coming-- The humming, and the slight drumming... I hear it one more time-- Or so I think, For the part of me that understands Has already died.

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I used to dance alone in my room I’d spin the spun black under needle And turn till my walls became one I’d stretch my face in strain And mimic pain in movement I’d measure arms and hands to The waver of the music I cried in concaved chest and Screamed in legs splitting air, Laughed in fingers spreading wide And collapsed to the beat’s final throe I became a simulated symphony, and So became each dance; My afternoon secret I’d forget words and Mesh into mangled body melody mmmmmm those hands droning guitar and a distant voice in verse, drumming, drumming My body curled around each syllable, Both in question and answer It was pain, yes It was heartache Yes, it was beautiful But I soon realized It was not mine - c

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Jan 13, 2019

Jan 13, 2019 at 1:09 PM UTC

onhiatus

I Danced, A Phantom Limb

I used to dance alone in my room I’d spin the spun black under needle And turn till my walls became one I’d stretch my face in strain And mimic pain in movement I’d measure arms and hands to The waver of the music I cried in concaved chest and Screamed in legs splitting air, Laughed in fingers spreading wide And collapsed to the beat’s final throe I became a simulated symphony, and So became each dance; My afternoon secret I’d forget words and Mesh into mangled body melody mmmmmm those hands droning guitar and a distant voice in verse, drumming, drumming My body curled around each syllable, Both in question and answer It was pain, yes It was heartache Yes, it was beautiful But I soon realized It was not mine - c

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ISOMETRIC SYSTEMS L.L.C THANK YOU FOR YOUR SOUL PURCHASE OF THIS AUTOMATED MIND COLLECTION, WITHOUT YOUR ORGANIC PURCHASING POTENTIAL, WE WOULD CEASE TO EXIST PLEASE CONTINUE TO SUPPORT THE SYSTEM BY PURCHASING AND UTILIZING YOUR LIQUID ASSETS WE EXPECT, AS ALWAYS, TO REPORT A REVENUE INCREASE FOR OUR SHAREHOLDERS BY THE END OF THE FISCAL YEAR IF THE PRODUCT YOU RECEIVED WAS UNSATISFACTORY OR DEFECTIVE, PLEASE ADDRESS THE ATTACHED CONSUMER REPORT CARD TO YOUR NEAREST CONSUMER RELATIONS AGENT, WHERE A HYPER-SPECIALIZED INDIVIDUAL WILL BE ABLE TO ASSIST YOU. WE STRIVE TO PROVIDE A 100% CLEAN AND CAREFULLY CURATED STATE OF MIND SO THAT YOU DON’T HAVE TO.

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Jan 3, 2018

Jan 3, 2018 at 10:34 PM UTC

TimelessWave

DAD LISTENS TO VAPORWAVE

ISOMETRIC SYSTEMS L.L.C THANK YOU FOR YOUR SOUL PURCHASE OF THIS AUTOMATED MIND COLLECTION, WITHOUT YOUR ORGANIC PURCHASING POTENTIAL, WE WOULD CEASE TO EXIST PLEASE CONTINUE TO SUPPORT THE SYSTEM BY PURCHASING AND UTILIZING YOUR LIQUID ASSETS WE EXPECT, AS ALWAYS, TO REPORT A REVENUE INCREASE FOR OUR SHAREHOLDERS BY THE END OF THE FISCAL YEAR IF THE PRODUCT YOU RECEIVED WAS UNSATISFACTORY OR DEFECTIVE, PLEASE ADDRESS THE ATTACHED CONSUMER REPORT CARD TO YOUR NEAREST CONSUMER RELATIONS AGENT, WHERE A HYPER-SPECIALIZED INDIVIDUAL WILL BE ABLE TO ASSIST YOU. WE STRIVE TO PROVIDE A 100% CLEAN AND CAREFULLY CURATED STATE OF MIND SO THAT YOU DON’T HAVE TO.

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Standing in a corner Back turn towards the light. Focused on the rhythmic judder. Not of the heart, or of the soul. For what I am feels soulless. Hands held close to my body My breath beats back onto my face I'm shut in so close To the total recess of what My life has been reduced to. Eyes slowly open and close While my head dips down again. Rises up, I stare off, and down again. Habitually poised in shame. Always in the end left with some sardonic understanding.

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Dec 26, 2016

Dec 26, 2016 at 12:15 AM UTC

andrew-7

Standing in a Corner

Standing in a corner Back turn towards the light. Focused on the rhythmic judder. Not of the heart, or of the soul. For what I am feels soulless. Hands held close to my body My breath beats back onto my face I'm shut in so close To the total recess of what My life has been reduced to. Eyes slowly open and close While my head dips down again. Rises up, I stare off, and down again. Habitually poised in shame. Always in the end left with some sardonic understanding.

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