#exact
every poem gets the exact number
of reads it deserves
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nah, I don't think that for
a millisecond,
shoot,
not a ****** nanosecond (1)
truthfully
I'm torn up inside
and my thinking
absolutely
could be wrong
or could be right
absolutely
just like the optionality
of believing in god;
has to be some force
of intelligence that
could create such
microscopic complexity randomly
or just thinking the world
is just a series of accidentally
interactions
so
who's to say what's good,
what's not so good,
and by what standard
one should judge
Is this a poem?
Heck if I know
and what sbout the poems that
get not a one,
a single one, absence of curiosity,
an unheralded execution.
death by silent ignorance,
a master's mastery of exactitude
all because
just because
Is that a collective decision
by an unconscious collective,
the best moderne equivalent of
the unmarked death
of just a single one of
your billions of brain cells (2)(3)
all I know is
that my confusion is confirmed
my constancy is inconsistent
my equatorial balance is
gonzo, dragging me down,
each division wants to piece me up,
and today,
right now
got no answers
at all
how do I define myself?
what categories do I fit
within?
and yet
that answers one question!
**do not write interrogatory inquisitions
at 1:15 am
(unless you're a DUMB lucky *******
who believes they got
answers**)
Jul 12, 2025
Jul 12, 2025 at 3:19 PM UTC
I found me in the nuance
lost me in the extreme
reduced me to a shoebox
so you could be the star of the scene
breaking at the seams, seen this exact sequence in my dreams
angels always warning me of the person attempting to scorn me
Oct 24, 2021
Oct 24, 2021 at 6:49 PM UTC
the exact middle, she claims
i'm neutral, she says
i don't pick sides, she proclaims
no, no
the exact middle is never
the exact middle
of nothing
we are always in the middle
of something
when i hear her say,
"you know i've never picked sides,"
what i really hear is:
"i don't care enough to care"
"my comfortability, my ignorance, is worth more than someone else's struggles"
"my silence is more important than another's life"
what i hear is you giving up, giving in,
because it's not your problem, right?
no, no
the exact middle
is never
a "neutral" place to be
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 1:11 PM UTC
Tomorrow's sunrise
is a memoir.
It remembers
an exact mirror.
Like it showed up
a thousand times earlier.
At the end of the same
veiled night.
Once again will it take
a trip to the memory lane
and lay on a sea of primulas
interpreting in colour
that’s sweet dream!
The sun is in the know
It will paint across.
But own’t touch the rose
it will sleep in its dew.
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 10:20 AM UTC
I stopped.
I began to revolve around the thing that changed me.
I became the only thing you didn’t want.
You thought more of him.
The man you despise.
My exact opposite.
You wanted to get rid of me.
You were too afraid.
You wanted to keep your friends.
I’m your friend too.
I can bring bad things sometimes, but I bring good things too.
I know you hate me now, but please don’t make me leave.
Don’t make me leave.
There’s so much we haven’t done together.
I thought you’d continue to cherish me.
But ***** it.
It’s over.
It’s too late now.
I’m done.
You’ve ended me with the call of your pistol.
Time to say goodbye
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 3:34 AM UTC
An Apollonian
will dehydrate
swamp in
petri dish
if platitude
shall inhibit
crab to
crack shell
ramble in
vicissitude that
anymore is
congenial with
genesis rational
in mode
with a
seance inhabit
extreme viability.
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 8:17 AM UTC
The first time I loved you was
because you were caring and kind.
The second time
was for the exact opposite.
And the last was
for a mixture of both.
F.Z.N
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC
I am real
and constant
and confident.
I am a flood,
I am an exacting pressure.
I am alive
and alone
and I like it.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
This morning, I had a dream of a girl with a scar on her face...
She is beautiful, and we were in love.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 12:22 PM UTC