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Cracks are where the light comes through, broken pieces can make something new... You don't have to vanish to be safe, or fade like a phantom without a trace. Like the crushed petals that make the scent, you are whole, even where bent.
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3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 6:05 AM UTC
safety lights
I sang my blues as a man in my fifties, that's over now. We settle down, feelin' who knows, maybe just this time of year, but slow, you do, slow, you know, fastest times and lastest times and bestest times you know, you never taste the best of next, you just gotta remember, once you bet your own life there was something better, and you won, fell in a puddle of peace past asking why, just note how some things happen just in time, and happen there each time, waxing moon hand and waning moon hand, clap.
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Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 6:51 PM UTC
By now we all moved on
One may have to sacrifice a lot just to gain only little and what this will demand would be a big committal. But when one sacrifices a little and happens to gain a lot it could be a very fortunate life which that person has got. ___________________
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Nov 16, 2023
Nov 16, 2023 at 8:11 PM UTC
Quatrain #423 - One may have to.....
I’m completely fine, because when I said that I was not, they responded with, "You can’t be sad, just look at what you’ve got." All they did was doubt, they said, "You don’t have anything to be sad about." they said, "Just look at all the friends you have, and family around." that only made me sadder; do I need a reason to break down?
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Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 8:59 AM UTC
Do I need a reason?
Fresh from Elementary classes in the Urban Ghetto Comprehensives the zero minded ragamuffins and one parent urchins stuttered they were playing mind games and NLP manipulations I asked the pathetic witless simpletons to explain all about it to me " that's silly " they replied, "how are we supposed to know, when we have no minds of our own we just do as they tell us, we are never taught to use our minds just another brick in the wall....." That's the way its always been......!!!
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Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 9:07 PM UTC
They fight Teachers......
According to a new Conspiracy theory, The last season of Game of Thrones Never happened.
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Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 2:20 PM UTC
Wishful Thinking
Thrice fold bent, one arrow gleaming- from which we are sent all is one or at least seeming. God must be asleep, yes, dreaming. Side road tent, plastic tarp teeming- Come one come all! Torii gate beaming~ Some rise some fall, Krishna consciousness streaming- Ten Thousand beings enthralled, now just for the meaning...
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Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 11:34 AM UTC
Jot 3
He was pressing Ctrl+Left arrow, I kept pressing  Ctrl+Right arrow. We kept TAB(ing) through those keys  which never got us closer.
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Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 3:19 AM UTC
Left And Right Arrow
Broken knuckles on my left hand and spotty bruises on my right, I left my brain on the coat stand night after night. And I was tongue tied with flushed cheeks thank god for the absence of light, and in the patterns of your tear streaks you stamped my name so I’d be sure to catch sight. Lying on damp grass that still died, perched on top; we are the dew. To resuscitate all life we helplessly tried, but there wasn’t a single chance, it’s sad but it’s true. Let go of the character and slide back to the dancing shadows. I fought tooth and nail to take care of her, and still it’s I they trot to the gallows. I’m clearly not MCauly Caulkin, but I’ve been left stranded home alone. No silly robbers are going to walk in, instead it’s the absence that breaks each bone. The stars are currently spelling out my regrets and that is the real reason they are infinite and endless. Whether lost lives, loves, chances, friends or bets, I’ve got strong arms and even I’m not sure I could mend this. You can pick up a brick and throw it through a glass pane, or you can look for others to make a home. I’ve been stacking my share without a thought in my brain, I crave some structure but trapped myself in the dome. I carelessly ripped out every seam and stitching, I was assigned batting position but I’ve been aimlessly pitching. My mind is racing and my hands are twitching, my emotions are pacing but my pen’s tired of my ********
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Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 8:16 PM UTC
The Madness of Mercy
The one who can **** you by simply disappearing, is without a doubt, the one who can save you by simply existing.
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Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 5:13 PM UTC
Lightbringer
Cover my face to converse with the heavens a fall from such grace should deserve some attention some way to replace broken light I was given as the words taking shape paint dishonourable mention hard taught ways the fall is the lesson just another case of divine intervention a pool of disgrace it's my purest reflection a shower of silence is all I was left with Cover my face this rain's getting heavy as the rising tide slowly breaches the levee I'm caught in a place where the ground is unsteady so out of place a landfill teddy I lost all my faith round nineteen or twenty well, what I had left it was far from plenty god never showed face sent angels to end me if he wants me erased he could have just sent me Cover my face the angels have left me gone are the days of feeling bereft see, all that remains are shadows that tempt me one of these days the dark will come get me why should I stay for one who rejects me fills me half way just to leave me half empty questions the stray he'd know if he met me he led me this way down paths tread with fell feet Cover my face rip it up gently every night when I prayed he would listen intently as I counted the ways the good lord detests me it was on those days he saw fit to bless me the one and only who didn't forget me showed many faces but not one upset me showed me the steps gave me identity dance the devil's way cause we're the same entity Uncover my face to write on the wall brush off the last trace of dust from the fall when push comes to shove he's inside us all and that one up above just won't do at all he handed me this pen at the edge of a blade gave me first cause to put words on the page the tempest calls to lift me away a siren's song I'm going all the way
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Sep 13, 2019
Sep 13, 2019 at 4:08 PM UTC
2-Step
Cover my face to converse with the heavens a fall from such grace should deserve some attention some way to replace broken light I was given as the words taking shape paint dishonourable mention hard taught ways the fall is the lesson just another case of divine intervention a pool of disgrace it's my purest reflection a shower of silence is all I was left with Cover my face this rain's getting heavy as the rising tide slowly breaches the levee I'm caught in a place where the ground is unsteady so out of place a landfill teddy I lost all my faith round nineteen or twenty well, what I had left it was far from plenty god never showed face sent angels to end me if he wants me erased he could have just sent me Cover my face the angels have left me gone are the days of feeling bereft see, all that remains are shadows that tempt me one of these days the dark will come get me why should I stay for one who rejects me fills me half way just to leave me half empty questions the stray he'd know if he met me he led me this way down paths tread with fell feet Cover my face rip it up gently every night when I prayed he would listen intently as I counted the ways the good lord detests me it was on those days he saw fit to bless me the one and only who didn't forget me showed many faces but not one upset me showed me the steps gave me identity dance the devil's way cause we're the same entity Uncover my face to write on the wall brush off the last trace of dust from the fall when push comes to shove he's inside us all and that one up above just won't do at all he handed me this pen at the edge of a blade gave me first cause to put words on the page the tempest calls to lift me away a siren's song I'm going all the way
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I didn't want to let go... of all of our memories of the long lost nights talking of the dreams we'd share to one another of the interest that was once mutual. I didn't want it to change... at least not into this i liked you so much i couldn't tell you what this feeling is. But you let me go, and I fell on your shallow ground... i wasn't the prettiest, so you didn't want me i wasn't the funniest, not entertaining i'm not the most colorful, so you didn't see me but you used to...what happened? Yet, after I told you that I couldn't watch you disappear... and although you didn't seem to care somehow, i felt relieved. Because it wasn't you that I was going to lose... but just another part of me. i saved my self, and i got away. i truly cared for you after all the things telling me not to... and you let me get away. thank you
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Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 7:45 AM UTC
Somehow, I felt relieved.
I will never obtain my everything as I fail to hold onto something. Anything? Nothing. Remember that old song “One is the loneliest number?” That’s inaccurate; zero suffers the most.
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Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 2:30 AM UTC
Heartsbane
When I was young I remember forever being distraught and oh so sickeningly devoted to a new girl every year or two. I remember believing myself better off dead than living in the shadow of another. It bothered me, and broke me, that I was never a priority or first pick for any of the girls I believed myself to love. In all reality, I did not even know, truly know, what love was. I see now it was infatuation. For in youth love is a pretty face, a decent personality, and shared laughs. Sometimes not even all three. Now I know love does not have requirements, or tiny boxes to check off for standards. No, love is an unexplainable, completely enveloping, unbreakable connection and completion that you only know when you know. You can’t ignore it, and you can’t **** it, God knows I have tried in every way imaginable. But not anymore. For while I may write, and feel, and break apart often, about how badly it can hurt to love someone so much it physically pains you and not have that solidified.... I am thankful. It’s very easy to tell someone “all I want is for you to be happy.” But it is incredibly hard to mean it when you aren’t that source. But when I said it to you the first time, the words rolled off my tongue so easily, and so genuinely, it surprised me when I thought I could never be surprised again. Love is finding a smile when you have barely even glimpsed happiness, let alone taste it, because you know a part of her is happy. Love is stabbing yourself, and burning yourself, every single day and ignoring it, to offer your hand out to her when she needs help up. It’s living with the knowledge that you will never taste her lips again, or feel the warmth and comfort of her arms around you, sufficing for dreams at best, and finding a way to be content to just know she exists, and she’s safe. My mother thanked me before she died, not for us loving her, which we did, but for being alive and letting her experience loving us. I always thought I knew what she meant, but sometimes I believe myself wiser than I truly am. But I know now, for there is nothing better than loving someone with every inch of you, past, present and future, and not expecting the same in return. Love is meant to be selfless, and I thank you for letting me feel that. Now when I die, I know I will leave with a faint smile, and I will give my last thought to you.
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Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 3:19 PM UTC
A Crown of Winter Blue Roses
When I was young I remember forever being distraught and oh so sickeningly devoted to a new girl every year or two. I remember believing myself better off dead than living in the shadow of another. It bothered me, and broke me, that I was never a priority or first pick for any of the girls I believed myself to love. In all reality, I did not even know, truly know, what love was. I see now it was infatuation. For in youth love is a pretty face, a decent personality, and shared laughs. Sometimes not even all three. Now I know love does not have requirements, or tiny boxes to check off for standards. No, love is an unexplainable, completely enveloping, unbreakable connection and completion that you only know when you know. You can’t ignore it, and you can’t **** it, God knows I have tried in every way imaginable. But not anymore. For while I may write, and feel, and break apart often, about how badly it can hurt to love someone so much it physically pains you and not have that solidified.... I am thankful. It’s very easy to tell someone “all I want is for you to be happy.” But it is incredibly hard to mean it when you aren’t that source. But when I said it to you the first time, the words rolled off my tongue so easily, and so genuinely, it surprised me when I thought I could never be surprised again. Love is finding a smile when you have barely even glimpsed happiness, let alone taste it, because you know a part of her is happy. Love is stabbing yourself, and burning yourself, every single day and ignoring it, to offer your hand out to her when she needs help up. It’s living with the knowledge that you will never taste her lips again, or feel the warmth and comfort of her arms around you, sufficing for dreams at best, and finding a way to be content to just know she exists, and she’s safe. My mother thanked me before she died, not for us loving her, which we did, but for being alive and letting her experience loving us. I always thought I knew what she meant, but sometimes I believe myself wiser than I truly am. But I know now, for there is nothing better than loving someone with every inch of you, past, present and future, and not expecting the same in return. Love is meant to be selfless, and I thank you for letting me feel that. Now when I die, I know I will leave with a faint smile, and I will give my last thought to you.
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Aw yeah, I fancy her, she's fancy, man I'd love to get them fancy pants on the floor like a fancy dance the Spanish ones about lust and romance I haven't got a chance feeling chancey man She's looking over, getting glancey, man raised the ante up, I'm real antsy, man She put me in a trance, real trancey, man I can hardly stand up, need a stand-in, man can't hardly talk, and she's chatty, man telling me about her long term plans all I want is to feel her arms wrapped round me like an army of plants
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Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 4:37 PM UTC
Poison Ivy
There is an orange glow to the morning clouds This is the dawn of your next day Got plans? Brown Hill - 2019 # 168
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Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 9:07 AM UTC
Got Plans?