#freelance - Hello Poetry

The pencil rapped and tapped against the recycled envelope Tap tap tap...Scribble, scribble... poised in mid-air.. small pink eraser tip almost parallel to the paper..frozen...pinky hovering beyond the fulcrum waiting to move for a thought to commit to paper or another calculation? Is the proposal over the phone worth it or does the pencil need more time to dance?

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Mar 1, 2021

Mar 1, 2021 at 6:14 PM UTC

rachel-f-freeman

Freelance pas de deux

The pencil rapped and tapped against the recycled envelope Tap tap tap...Scribble, scribble... poised in mid-air.. small pink eraser tip almost parallel to the paper..frozen...pinky hovering beyond the fulcrum waiting to move for a thought to commit to paper or another calculation? Is the proposal over the phone worth it or does the pencil need more time to dance?

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Optimization that negates authenticity, moronic, trust me. Feed the machine what it wants. Find out its favorite flavors, bitter? sweet? Make sure to provide a constant stream of goodies, savory? saucy? make the links buttery, c-lickable.

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Jan 20, 2020

Jan 20, 2020 at 12:42 AM UTC

daniel-magner

SEO

Optimization that negates authenticity, moronic, trust me. Feed the machine what it wants. Find out its favorite flavors, bitter? sweet? Make sure to provide a constant stream of goodies, savory? saucy? make the links buttery, c-lickable.

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I am drowning as if I have never lived Grasping ahold of nothingness tainted in the air Gasping for the love I once sought In a constant search for the answers Which lead all but nowhere At last I have learned to make that nowhere My home

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Jun 23, 2018

Jun 23, 2018 at 9:22 PM UTC

TheLenora

Nowhere

I am drowning as if I have never lived Grasping ahold of nothingness tainted in the air Gasping for the love I once sought In a constant search for the answers Which lead all but nowhere At last I have learned to make that nowhere My home

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I stop looking for what I want to do I am starting looking at what I can do with what I get

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Jun 14, 2018

Jun 14, 2018 at 12:16 PM UTC

sindy

freelancing

I stop looking for what I want to do I am starting looking at what I can do with what I get

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Don't worry... We give the world vision Words with color Tasteful. delicious. language. We stroke sixty shades of beauty Accent the body Observe. perfect. imperfections. We layer music like cake A sonorous crunch of bittersweet flavor Crisp. textured. harmonies. We expose raw motives of human beings The aperture is our eye Zoom. Focus. Click. Don't worry... Don't let Corporate America fool you. Sure, we need doctors, lawyers, nurses, and politicians...but at the end of the day, that painting that melody that book that photo sparks dreams. desires. emotion.

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Aug 21, 2017

Aug 21, 2017 at 6:09 PM UTC

glitterinthesky

Burden Artists

Don't worry... We give the world vision Words with color Tasteful. delicious. language. We stroke sixty shades of beauty Accent the body Observe. perfect. imperfections. We layer music like cake A sonorous crunch of bittersweet flavor Crisp. textured. harmonies. We expose raw motives of human beings The aperture is our eye Zoom. Focus. Click. Don't worry... Don't let Corporate America fool you. Sure, we need doctors, lawyers, nurses, and politicians...but at the end of the day, that painting that melody that book that photo sparks dreams. desires. emotion.

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I liked to indulge in frivolous things Like waiting in lines outside shows & hiding in the back of Barnes and Noble until they closed And engaging in petty arson And now I forget how the sculptures that lined the walls of my literature class looked Because all I see these days are the back of my eyelids after I know I should be awake I'm beginning to lose sight of what's important because my eyes are being held open by constant irrelevant pressure Why do people try to tell me I'll be made happy by cliche things I don't want And the time period my body has been thrown into is one of staredowns and angst and waiting When I'd rather just wait for you outside work than to wait for a 401k retirement plan Because careers are a death trap that Kevin Spacey displays And why does life seem like we only plan for the day of our death Rather than to thrive in things like the curves of your body I don't need to turn my music down or laugh any quieter What's the point of waiting for Death in the gallows When you can string him up by his ankles everyday by living

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Aug 1, 2016

Aug 1, 2016 at 10:44 PM UTC

tiffany-dawn-cooksey

Sufficing

I liked to indulge in frivolous things Like waiting in lines outside shows & hiding in the back of Barnes and Noble until they closed And engaging in petty arson And now I forget how the sculptures that lined the walls of my literature class looked Because all I see these days are the back of my eyelids after I know I should be awake I'm beginning to lose sight of what's important because my eyes are being held open by constant irrelevant pressure Why do people try to tell me I'll be made happy by cliche things I don't want And the time period my body has been thrown into is one of staredowns and angst and waiting When I'd rather just wait for you outside work than to wait for a 401k retirement plan Because careers are a death trap that Kevin Spacey displays And why does life seem like we only plan for the day of our death Rather than to thrive in things like the curves of your body I don't need to turn my music down or laugh any quieter What's the point of waiting for Death in the gallows When you can string him up by his ankles everyday by living

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7:30PM, October 9, 2015, 65*F, 10mph breeze, 5% humidity (somehow 10% where I was sitting), 50.0001% chance of rain, dark, cold, late, loud...I think that's enough. Alright! Spoiler alert, Birkston High won the game. If you simply have ears you've known that for a while (many of us who were at the game don't). All the people in Grenfolkshire were there, so there were some empty bleachers, but the Student section was full and lively, and did I say loud, because LOUD....! My ears were ringing (at a B8 note, for the musically overcurious people) for three days straight. I think it was a healthcare tactic, dare I say it. All those figurehead townspeople were there as well, like Mayor Arnofold Plattersbury with his orange jumpsuit, waving a pompom in the air like he just didn't care. Really, he didn't-I got whacked in the head with it eleven times. Recently, after taking a recent poll on the recent event, it was found that only about 35% of people really knew what happened, a number that has declined, recently. This very well is contributed to 1.) most of the people are there for the free food and don't exactly major in football 2.) teenagers are highly social creatures 3.) a bunch of hands in the air and six foot tall mammoths standing on the bleachers will tend to block the view of the people who are five foot small. The freshmen had a real problem on their heads. Nevertheless, the Wildcats found themselves with the bell for another year, whether they knew it or not. The Panthers found themselves nose-in-the-dirt, tail-dragging, while we found ourselves filing out like a herd of wild penguins onto the field.

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Oct 17, 2015

Oct 17, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC

clockworktribune

The Battle for the Taco Bell

7:30PM, October 9, 2015, 65*F, 10mph breeze, 5% humidity (somehow 10% where I was sitting), 50.0001% chance of rain, dark, cold, late, loud...I think that's enough. Alright! Spoiler alert, Birkston High won the game. If you simply have ears you've known that for a while (many of us who were at the game don't). All the people in Grenfolkshire were there, so there were some empty bleachers, but the Student section was full and lively, and did I say loud, because LOUD....! My ears were ringing (at a B8 note, for the musically overcurious people) for three days straight. I think it was a healthcare tactic, dare I say it. All those figurehead townspeople were there as well, like Mayor Arnofold Plattersbury with his orange jumpsuit, waving a pompom in the air like he just didn't care. Really, he didn't-I got whacked in the head with it eleven times. Recently, after taking a recent poll on the recent event, it was found that only about 35% of people really knew what happened, a number that has declined, recently. This very well is contributed to 1.) most of the people are there for the free food and don't exactly major in football 2.) teenagers are highly social creatures 3.) a bunch of hands in the air and six foot tall mammoths standing on the bleachers will tend to block the view of the people who are five foot small. The freshmen had a real problem on their heads. Nevertheless, the Wildcats found themselves with the bell for another year, whether they knew it or not. The Panthers found themselves nose-in-the-dirt, tail-dragging, while we found ourselves filing out like a herd of wild penguins onto the field.

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lately i have begun to wonder whether two poets may fall in love. do they live in the afterthought, or what the moment’s made of? lately i have begun to ponder how two poets could co-exist. do their worlds blur together, or prefer not to mix? how could they possibly take everything in stride? knowing that every silky word was a well thought of line? how could they stand it being someone’s muse? isn’t it intimidating enough walking in your own shoes? now, excuse me if i’m coming off strong. its just, i loved a poet once and we fit together all wrong.

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Sep 7, 2015

Sep 7, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC

vanessa-grace

could two poets fall in love?

lately i have begun to wonder whether two poets may fall in love. do they live in the afterthought, or what the moment’s made of? lately i have begun to ponder how two poets could co-exist. do their worlds blur together, or prefer not to mix? how could they possibly take everything in stride? knowing that every silky word was a well thought of line? how could they stand it being someone’s muse? isn’t it intimidating enough walking in your own shoes? now, excuse me if i’m coming off strong. its just, i loved a poet once and we fit together all wrong.

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