#fill - Hello Poetry

#fill

It’s a strange kind of blessing, feeling everything this deeply. People say I fall too fast but maybe I just love without rationing my heart. I feel the shifts, darling. The quiet distance. The way the air changes before anyone admits it. I wanted someone who would walk me home. Hold my hand on the heavy nights. Fight for me in the soft ways that matter. Tongue tied whispers made us tone deaf. Two gentle hearts losing each other between the lines we never said out loud. Maybe that’s how it happens love breaking slowly in the spaces we didn’t know how to fill, darling.

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Nov 30, 2025

Nov 30, 2025 at 3:53 PM UTC

It’s a strange kind of blessing, feeling everything this deeply. People say I fall too fast but maybe I just love without rationing my heart. I feel the shifts, darling. The quiet distance. The way the air changes before anyone admits it. I wanted someone who would walk me home. Hold my hand on the heavy nights. Fight for me in the soft ways that matter. Tongue tied whispers made us tone deaf. Two gentle hearts losing each other between the lines we never said out loud. Maybe that’s how it happens love breaking slowly in the spaces we didn’t know how to fill, darling.

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minutes wasted watching new persuasions souring convincing arguments, rhetorical contestants pitching sound bites and blurbs… Earthian watchers sit quiet. World stage, all accept any role. All expect daily bread and easy tests. Thinking if all those actively opposing using clear common good sense, no bogus science the use of exectutive authority locally, we are using believe as the verb, action here, at once, we in an agreeform that makes beliefs facts… zoom out, take and look, take and use colloquial subconscientific impression, Earth whole, a very costly photo taken as free, you see granted us all under constant instituted biological functionality and usefulness laws, ethical stores of mores and lesses held true where by weights and measures are kept, sacrosanct things we believe we see SETI code exemption nodes, brains born with Shelly Berman humor moral insensitivities equivalency cert "Spinach, right there, on your bicuspid." Arbitrary decision possibility never considered, then we all laughed if off, now look what are your private default mode cycles doing while you wonder if this is a waste of some better mind, used to be imaginable as ours, we form information known shown worth, no time is lost time sought for, all time is used in reflecting get it, general value open market, init ----------------------------------- got a second? So, reader, there is an off ramp, about twice the price as getting off here… but it ends with these lines, as in these days we do magic in lines bright or dark, novel times, no denoument, nous curio uses. … ever as we live and breathe and think, this is a good thing to do do today. Watcher, what of the night? - same most days All is peace as yet the night is half a day away, or more, as all our days are minutes more each morning earlier each evening later, this time of year cold dark night winds, wet with dew sweat dried from working class few who continue duty as background custodians, ever holding imbedded motion picture emotional reminders, Kit Carson, childhood role model-- bind these phylacteries between figurative eyes literally blinded by eye service attesting right use of holy gnosis as old as first known towb beauty, seen, even in mind, alone, beauty is reason enough to go on, ra' make more beauty, as peace, felt sense, scent as from blossums in Canyon de Chelly - evoke tears, the scent - knowledge of beauty - and adversity, so more alive - than knowledge of good and evil… peach blossums, sum of all fears, evoked memory banks for war stores, whys Kit Carson, childhood role model-- -- he burned the ancient peaches now he has streets named after him reminding old mourning grieving broken spirits wailing at the memory from the blossums on a breeze used, to leave be gone, days unbeknownst worths sought to revalue uses of all lost time ever sought lost wills and tested mental umph or oomph, try and try and try again, if once you know you have seen it done, you have known the value placed once on a dime, imagined, designed, curiously, as magic as mythos allows allusions to, without the mythos behind the artists logic, the worth, the weight of a symbol conveyed, "Whose image and superscription is this?" My dime's a magic Rockefeller dime. Family heirloom in a local once 1916 Silver Dime Liberty, the spirit's image for art's sake, what's that thought causal agency granted symbolic worth, free to wonder if it does make sense when one of my kind, grows old and unproductive, a useless thinker, thinking next common value worth estimation offered puts it in scale, one nine billionth, times you adding a step, on from off, but stepping on, not instep, onstep one, we in step reformed a higher perspective, the edge is farther, the bottom is, too. Look at us, thinking. Look at us remembering seeing Earth, the lifeship storing all life's reasons, in one system of time and gravity free, no fee for knowing, pay me, sahib, I say fi phi spinning an attempt at peace foes call impossible, no place in space and time, for such a mind as we may imagine a ****** stupid reason for war, called for, to confirm certain core teachings etched into heart tables during long hours in prayer and fasting, all nighters coding concepts into precepts. Morning, Sunshine, Sing it Donovan, Ai my life in Southern California, easy on so many levels, each step consciously aware for the first time in my slightly luckier life than average I know februarius mensis means "month of purification," - spring cleaning chore install must have made some social sense, as lent is said to in High Church Circles. As the hermit with the mind of Christ, and the abiding promises as truth's used to make the peace I abide within, stretched freely in all directions from a made up point, once, my story starts from, daily, and so on, spanning decades, in leaps, saccades, laughing good medicine, good mokus, bon chance, lucidity preventing stumbling, smooth operator, tumbling concentration, delving deep into mind as defined, discerned, sorted shall we say, mind is the medium in which words work, we say mind me, and we, polymental poets perceive our training draining virtues from us, during precept to perception recogitations, we receive our self exception, you be you, me, me. We, be this third mind in the bubble, not mine, nor thine but ours, and ours alone, nothing in here but us, boss ain't nowhere to be found, go look 'round. We perceive access to more information indexed using persistent Y2K hardened information timestamp metadata cross coded with GPS and wind mapping, alrighty, then. Cohere. The Jim Carrey ringtone, signifying Dadaist style cost to get it, probably a joke. Medicine. Fixative for flakey excrement used to plaster cells in an Irish prison I saw documented, once. I---------------------------- in the novel, it is Roosevelt on the dime. but, not on the ones used to improve the historical face of John D. Rockefeller, genuine business school role model, with entire character development courses, generating Masters Theses every three minutes, vertical supply chain lobster stacking driven one-up-manship, longer vessles wille zur Machts, navel prognosis, floating point level like Bucky on my brain, reset Classified conformation confirming faith con-science, with acknowledged uses now reasoning inquiry into the most subtil query old men pose Why at all, why anything, unless big reality holds all the others accountible, what is the meaning of this, is any curio aware watcher, old and good for nothing, just filling a role, NPC, looks like a lot of people, invisible, mostly, after 75. These we use to keep the peace, easy gig. I imagine joy on a warm February day is and is timeless, instances one may say, should all my days be like this one as well as being as this was, like no other. In the little things, you always notice that you noticed, but always after, ever, once begun, its difficult to weigh time in days. Try this, common internet English, is a current lingua Franca, however, there are tricks letters use, coughing like gh. Ghost double letter effecting F sounds, ghucking phine clean speech minds, niggardly "sordidly parsimonious, stingy," 1560s breadth of bubble diametrics holders on certain long out grown paradigms, old slide shows from the potter's house, revivals of old magic lanterns interpreting shard recitations from broken vessles offered for shame, for blame, for being told to believe, I was born in sin and shaped in iniquity, and only ever met Voltaire, in words he said he might not agree with, while being dead, while he was alive, he invited me to converse with him, in story, as any may imagine all are authorized to make up, as any worker with colors paints impressions abstracted with a will to make the joy or dread, bright or dark, novel times, no denoument, nous curio uses. … ever as we live and breathe and think, this is a good thing to do do today.

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Feb 5, 2025

Feb 5, 2025 at 5:51 PM UTC

Unfinished Day's Worth's Paid Back

minutes wasted watching new persuasions souring convincing arguments, rhetorical contestants pitching sound bites and blurbs… Earthian watchers sit quiet. World stage, all accept any role. All expect daily bread and easy tests. Thinking if all those actively opposing using clear common good sense, no bogus science the use of exectutive authority locally, we are using believe as the verb, action here, at once, we in an agreeform that makes beliefs facts… zoom out, take and look, take and use colloquial subconscientific impression, Earth whole, a very costly photo taken as free, you see granted us all under constant instituted biological functionality and usefulness laws, ethical stores of mores and lesses held true where by weights and measures are kept, sacrosanct things we believe we see SETI code exemption nodes, brains born with Shelly Berman humor moral insensitivities equivalency cert "Spinach, right there, on your bicuspid." Arbitrary decision possibility never considered, then we all laughed if off, now look what are your private default mode cycles doing while you wonder if this is a waste of some better mind, used to be imaginable as ours, we form information known shown worth, no time is lost time sought for, all time is used in reflecting get it, general value open market, init ----------------------------------- got a second? So, reader, there is an off ramp, about twice the price as getting off here… but it ends with these lines, as in these days we do magic in lines bright or dark, novel times, no denoument, nous curio uses. … ever as we live and breathe and think, this is a good thing to do do today. Watcher, what of the night? - same most days All is peace as yet the night is half a day away, or more, as all our days are minutes more each morning earlier each evening later, this time of year cold dark night winds, wet with dew sweat dried from working class few who continue duty as background custodians, ever holding imbedded motion picture emotional reminders, Kit Carson, childhood role model-- bind these phylacteries between figurative eyes literally blinded by eye service attesting right use of holy gnosis as old as first known towb beauty, seen, even in mind, alone, beauty is reason enough to go on, ra' make more beauty, as peace, felt sense, scent as from blossums in Canyon de Chelly - evoke tears, the scent - knowledge of beauty - and adversity, so more alive - than knowledge of good and evil… peach blossums, sum of all fears, evoked memory banks for war stores, whys Kit Carson, childhood role model-- -- he burned the ancient peaches now he has streets named after him reminding old mourning grieving broken spirits wailing at the memory from the blossums on a breeze used, to leave be gone, days unbeknownst worths sought to revalue uses of all lost time ever sought lost wills and tested mental umph or oomph, try and try and try again, if once you know you have seen it done, you have known the value placed once on a dime, imagined, designed, curiously, as magic as mythos allows allusions to, without the mythos behind the artists logic, the worth, the weight of a symbol conveyed, "Whose image and superscription is this?" My dime's a magic Rockefeller dime. Family heirloom in a local once 1916 Silver Dime Liberty, the spirit's image for art's sake, what's that thought causal agency granted symbolic worth, free to wonder if it does make sense when one of my kind, grows old and unproductive, a useless thinker, thinking next common value worth estimation offered puts it in scale, one nine billionth, times you adding a step, on from off, but stepping on, not instep, onstep one, we in step reformed a higher perspective, the edge is farther, the bottom is, too. Look at us, thinking. Look at us remembering seeing Earth, the lifeship storing all life's reasons, in one system of time and gravity free, no fee for knowing, pay me, sahib, I say fi phi spinning an attempt at peace foes call impossible, no place in space and time, for such a mind as we may imagine a ****** stupid reason for war, called for, to confirm certain core teachings etched into heart tables during long hours in prayer and fasting, all nighters coding concepts into precepts. Morning, Sunshine, Sing it Donovan, Ai my life in Southern California, easy on so many levels, each step consciously aware for the first time in my slightly luckier life than average I know februarius mensis means "month of purification," - spring cleaning chore install must have made some social sense, as lent is said to in High Church Circles. As the hermit with the mind of Christ, and the abiding promises as truth's used to make the peace I abide within, stretched freely in all directions from a made up point, once, my story starts from, daily, and so on, spanning decades, in leaps, saccades, laughing good medicine, good mokus, bon chance, lucidity preventing stumbling, smooth operator, tumbling concentration, delving deep into mind as defined, discerned, sorted shall we say, mind is the medium in which words work, we say mind me, and we, polymental poets perceive our training draining virtues from us, during precept to perception recogitations, we receive our self exception, you be you, me, me. We, be this third mind in the bubble, not mine, nor thine but ours, and ours alone, nothing in here but us, boss ain't nowhere to be found, go look 'round. We perceive access to more information indexed using persistent Y2K hardened information timestamp metadata cross coded with GPS and wind mapping, alrighty, then. Cohere. The Jim Carrey ringtone, signifying Dadaist style cost to get it, probably a joke. Medicine. Fixative for flakey excrement used to plaster cells in an Irish prison I saw documented, once. I---------------------------- in the novel, it is Roosevelt on the dime. but, not on the ones used to improve the historical face of John D. Rockefeller, genuine business school role model, with entire character development courses, generating Masters Theses every three minutes, vertical supply chain lobster stacking driven one-up-manship, longer vessles wille zur Machts, navel prognosis, floating point level like Bucky on my brain, reset Classified conformation confirming faith con-science, with acknowledged uses now reasoning inquiry into the most subtil query old men pose Why at all, why anything, unless big reality holds all the others accountible, what is the meaning of this, is any curio aware watcher, old and good for nothing, just filling a role, NPC, looks like a lot of people, invisible, mostly, after 75. These we use to keep the peace, easy gig. I imagine joy on a warm February day is and is timeless, instances one may say, should all my days be like this one as well as being as this was, like no other. In the little things, you always notice that you noticed, but always after, ever, once begun, its difficult to weigh time in days. Try this, common internet English, is a current lingua Franca, however, there are tricks letters use, coughing like gh. Ghost double letter effecting F sounds, ghucking phine clean speech minds, niggardly "sordidly parsimonious, stingy," 1560s breadth of bubble diametrics holders on certain long out grown paradigms, old slide shows from the potter's house, revivals of old magic lanterns interpreting shard recitations from broken vessles offered for shame, for blame, for being told to believe, I was born in sin and shaped in iniquity, and only ever met Voltaire, in words he said he might not agree with, while being dead, while he was alive, he invited me to converse with him, in story, as any may imagine all are authorized to make up, as any worker with colors paints impressions abstracted with a will to make the joy or dread, bright or dark, novel times, no denoument, nous curio uses. … ever as we live and breathe and think, this is a good thing to do do today.

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Taking all of my hunger In the palm of my hand I carry it with me From the sea to the sand . I curl every finger To a fist in my gut Feeding it anger and Sadness and glut . The more that I fed her The more Hunger grew Seeking and wanting Far more than I knew . The bigger she got The more her bite stung Until all left of me Was teeth, blood and tongue . And all that I ate Turned right to dust I desired no food But wanted to lust . I wanted to crave I sought to suffer Because that state was easy But living was rougher

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Jan 15, 2025

Jan 15, 2025 at 5:20 AM UTC

Taking all of my hunger In the palm of my hand I carry it with me From the sea to the sand . I curl every finger To a fist in my gut Feeding it anger and Sadness and glut . The more that I fed her The more Hunger grew Seeking and wanting Far more than I knew . The bigger she got The more her bite stung Until all left of me Was teeth, blood and tongue . And all that I ate Turned right to dust I desired no food But wanted to lust . I wanted to crave I sought to suffer Because that state was easy But living was rougher

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12:53am, January 3,2025 New York City <> *A Traveler notates these words to my attention, but only because I make myself a convenient target, for truthfully, it is addressed to one and all, to the royalty of:* We, *who speake out loud, to all those who ***** these damp woods full of wet words, that spring up overnight, ripe for the plucking, there for the taking, an exacting where & when they did not even exist the twenty four prior* These purloined overnight creatures are white and black *lettered truffles, like the pages on which we inscribe, the letters raw, exquisitely tasty, shaved, measured in grams, but only when shared with others, in the privacy of our open minds, after being spooned from within us with exquisite care upon the pages that decorate our lives, sprinkled with great care and cunning*… *but when consumed, our five senses rage with aromatic pleasured pain, for these letters, so tiny, so powerful, grow only when combinatory, individual bitty granules, but when leavened, they enhance, provoke!, they sauce, the* flavors of the ordinary *of our experiences, creating the extraordinary when interacting upon our five robust senses* *for without the spaces of delineation, our jumbled words are but the random jingle jangle of the sounds of night winds, rustling a tune pleasant but incomprehensible* *Here I take your leave, with the liberty taken for speaking in all our names to a Traveler who so succinctly captures our work, the glue of our interactive Us, Our,* Collective of Individuality

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Jan 8, 2025

Jan 8, 2025 at 9:20 AM UTC

For Traveler: “We write the words, You fill in the spaces”

12:53am, January 3,2025 New York City <> *A Traveler notates these words to my attention, but only because I make myself a convenient target, for truthfully, it is addressed to one and all, to the royalty of:* We, *who speake out loud, to all those who ***** these damp woods full of wet words, that spring up overnight, ripe for the plucking, there for the taking, an exacting where & when they did not even exist the twenty four prior* These purloined overnight creatures are white and black *lettered truffles, like the pages on which we inscribe, the letters raw, exquisitely tasty, shaved, measured in grams, but only when shared with others, in the privacy of our open minds, after being spooned from within us with exquisite care upon the pages that decorate our lives, sprinkled with great care and cunning*… *but when consumed, our five senses rage with aromatic pleasured pain, for these letters, so tiny, so powerful, grow only when combinatory, individual bitty granules, but when leavened, they enhance, provoke!, they sauce, the* flavors of the ordinary *of our experiences, creating the extraordinary when interacting upon our five robust senses* *for without the spaces of delineation, our jumbled words are but the random jingle jangle of the sounds of night winds, rustling a tune pleasant but incomprehensible* *Here I take your leave, with the liberty taken for speaking in all our names to a Traveler who so succinctly captures our work, the glue of our interactive Us, Our,* Collective of Individuality

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I’m so empty And you’re so deep That without hesitation I fell Just to drown In you

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Jan 23, 2021

Jan 23, 2021 at 9:03 PM UTC

I’m so empty And you’re so deep That without hesitation I fell Just to drown In you

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My poems The question Do I write to fill? Or to empty? A question better left unanswered.

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Sep 13, 2020

Sep 13, 2020 at 1:13 PM UTC

My poems The question Do I write to fill? Or to empty? A question better left unanswered.

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My thoughts Paint brilliant colors, But Chemical venom Swells my tongue And silence Fills my mouth.

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Apr 29, 2020

Apr 29, 2020 at 11:54 AM UTC

My thoughts Paint brilliant colors, But Chemical venom Swells my tongue And silence Fills my mouth.

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When writing a name in a heart I don't wish for love to start Page after page fill up with rhyme That's more likely to make them mine

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Apr 20, 2020

Apr 20, 2020 at 3:05 AM UTC

Write My Name In A Heart

When writing a name in a heart I don't wish for love to start Page after page fill up with rhyme That's more likely to make them mine

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Collapse on to me, receive your love, but you’re not the girl I’m thinking of. Hearts beating fast, you’re a tough act to follow, I’m sorry if this is too hard to swallow. But I can picture her, where you now lie, Even as hard as I may try, I picture her where you now stand, I’m sure you know this wasn’t planned. I’m putting your body in place of her own, Because I’m terrified of feeling alone. I miss her warmth, the sound of her moaning, It’s for her flesh my soul is groaning. And so with you, I’ll fill the gaps, I’ll play all my cards, I’ll set all my traps, I’ll get you to love me, and take over your mind, You know my type, the manipulative kind. And when she comes back, as she always does, I’ll shower her with all my love. You’ll be just a memory, a few grains of sand, Because you were just a one-night stand.

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Feb 6, 2020

Feb 6, 2020 at 5:38 PM UTC

Filling The Void (2020)

Collapse on to me, receive your love, but you’re not the girl I’m thinking of. Hearts beating fast, you’re a tough act to follow, I’m sorry if this is too hard to swallow. But I can picture her, where you now lie, Even as hard as I may try, I picture her where you now stand, I’m sure you know this wasn’t planned. I’m putting your body in place of her own, Because I’m terrified of feeling alone. I miss her warmth, the sound of her moaning, It’s for her flesh my soul is groaning. And so with you, I’ll fill the gaps, I’ll play all my cards, I’ll set all my traps, I’ll get you to love me, and take over your mind, You know my type, the manipulative kind. And when she comes back, as she always does, I’ll shower her with all my love. You’ll be just a memory, a few grains of sand, Because you were just a one-night stand.

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Everything is going slow. The only thing that gots my attention is ...

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Nov 15, 2019

Nov 15, 2019 at 1:18 PM UTC

Everything is going slow. The only thing that gots my attention is ...

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You are The Divine Living Ocean and I am an empty cup with Thy Holy Waters of Life please come and fill me up. You’re the only One Who can really quench all my thirst of Thy life giving waters allow me to drink and not burst. ________________________

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Aug 13, 2019

Aug 13, 2019 at 2:40 AM UTC

Quatrain #371 - You are The Divine Living Ocean......

You are The Divine Living Ocean and I am an empty cup with Thy Holy Waters of Life please come and fill me up. You’re the only One Who can really quench all my thirst of Thy life giving waters allow me to drink and not burst. ________________________

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Bring happiness Empty sadness. Spread humanity Accept unity. Fill your heart with kindness Fill colours in emptiness. Forget strife Love life.

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Aug 3, 2019

Aug 3, 2019 at 3:38 PM UTC

Bring happiness Empty sadness. Spread humanity Accept unity. Fill your heart with kindness Fill colours in emptiness. Forget strife Love life.

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I wanna eat something but it won't fill me up only drag me down.

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Apr 29, 2019

Apr 29, 2019 at 8:58 PM UTC

I wanna eat something but it won't fill me up only drag me down.

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Sometimes I think you look at me and see an empty cup lacking in every quality you desire to see So you pour from your own trying to fill mine to the brim what you don't realize is that I'll never be full in your eyes there will always be a drop or three missing so don't waste your precious water on me I'll never be enough to satisfy you. -Esther L. Krenzin- -Roguesong-

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Apr 14, 2019

Apr 14, 2019 at 10:37 PM UTC

Sometimes I think you look at me and see an empty cup lacking in every quality you desire to see So you pour from your own trying to fill mine to the brim what you don't realize is that I'll never be full in your eyes there will always be a drop or three missing so don't waste your precious water on me I'll never be enough to satisfy you. -Esther L. Krenzin- -Roguesong-

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Fill in the blanks. Feel in the blanks. Feeling the blanks.

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Apr 26, 2019

Apr 26, 2019 at 4:28 PM UTC

Fill in the blanks. Feel in the blanks. Feeling the blanks.

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Had a thicc fog, had a dark bog and its bad, bad presence, manifest and ****** me. Here I thought it left me. I think leaves me over, over and over, again. Had its tendrils fill the holes full, fill me with hope, pull out suddenly and depress me. I thought it came for me, turns out it does leave, turns out it leaves, most likely, when I need it. So, Bright Beam, I offer you refuge, I offer you my bad blood, If you'll only do What I need done I offer you my ill love, I offer you deluge, Bright Beam, So, Please, Fill me up.

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Apr 3, 2019

Apr 3, 2019 at 9:48 PM UTC

Bright Beam, Sunny| Bright Beam

Had a thicc fog, had a dark bog and its bad, bad presence, manifest and ****** me. Here I thought it left me. I think leaves me over, over and over, again. Had its tendrils fill the holes full, fill me with hope, pull out suddenly and depress me. I thought it came for me, turns out it does leave, turns out it leaves, most likely, when I need it. So, Bright Beam, I offer you refuge, I offer you my bad blood, If you'll only do What I need done I offer you my ill love, I offer you deluge, Bright Beam, So, Please, Fill me up.

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If I could write you a letter For how much I love you The pages would be filled From margin to margin On every page They would reach heights That would be above reach If the pages ever tear Ever fade away Just know I'll be here To love you every day ❤

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Mar 26, 2019

Mar 26, 2019 at 10:06 AM UTC

If I could write you a letter For how much I love you The pages would be filled From margin to margin On every page They would reach heights That would be above reach If the pages ever tear Ever fade away Just know I'll be here To love you every day ❤

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i didnt say no i didn’t move it wasn’t violent like the time before but just the same he filled me up in 2 minutes leaving me feeling empty inside -January 10th, 2016

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Feb 26, 2019

Feb 26, 2019 at 12:45 AM UTC

i didnt say no i didn’t move it wasn’t violent like the time before but just the same he filled me up in 2 minutes leaving me feeling empty inside -January 10th, 2016

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He filled the empty me with his " LOVE "

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Jan 26, 2019

Jan 26, 2019 at 12:27 PM UTC

He filled the empty me with his " LOVE "

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I was a tall order, but the bill was cheap. And I filled you up every time

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Jan 9, 2019

Jan 9, 2019 at 8:43 AM UTC

It's Ok To Order Me

I was a tall order, but the bill was cheap. And I filled you up every time

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Stars so bright That they might even Shine some light In Our darkness.

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Dec 17, 2018

Dec 17, 2018 at 4:12 PM UTC

Stars so bright

Stars so bright That they might even Shine some light In Our darkness.

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whenever i feel empty, I try to evaluate myself, much like how a student evaluates the questions before skimming for the answers. fill in the blanks, the tiny crevices made by sadness, the cracks and gaps of loneliness; help me and fill them out with human company. fill in the blanks; sheets of paper, empty, an untouched screen, the faint humming of a computer, the pens and pencils, neat and free from human activity. fill them in; draw and draw until your mind begs to stop; write and write until the words don't make sense; I've been trying to do so much just to make sure that gaping hole of pure, slow, and excruciating loneliness and depression gets temporarily covered. I've been trying to fill in the blanks in my life since day one. It seems like it'll never work.

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Sep 20, 2018

Sep 20, 2018 at 10:19 AM UTC

fill in the blanks

whenever i feel empty, I try to evaluate myself, much like how a student evaluates the questions before skimming for the answers. fill in the blanks, the tiny crevices made by sadness, the cracks and gaps of loneliness; help me and fill them out with human company. fill in the blanks; sheets of paper, empty, an untouched screen, the faint humming of a computer, the pens and pencils, neat and free from human activity. fill them in; draw and draw until your mind begs to stop; write and write until the words don't make sense; I've been trying to do so much just to make sure that gaping hole of pure, slow, and excruciating loneliness and depression gets temporarily covered. I've been trying to fill in the blanks in my life since day one. It seems like it'll never work.

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He knows I'm not perfect. He knows all my flaws too well. He knows there's a void in me no one could fill. And yet he chose to love me still.

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Sep 18, 2018

Sep 18, 2018 at 10:09 AM UTC

He knows I'm not perfect. He knows all my flaws too well. He knows there's a void in me no one could fill. And yet he chose to love me still.

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