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I barely feel useful Fat and Not Beautiful Anymore ***** I'm Verging on Poor All I Know is I Gotta' Do Better Do What it Takes, Whateva' I Am Done Feeling Useless and Unbeautiful
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Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 10:32 PM UTC
Tired and Unbeautiful
the disagreement palpable gotta seriously disagree the reversal is the course proper *** backwards you are, right back at ya* forward forward, never confuse what’s past infused never go back to old, it’s a dead weight carrying the past is now a pretense, what we saw, believed and wrote shuck that mao shirt, those cowboy boots, older vista visions, the capsule you saw gone immediately to forward the blessing get some slim jeans, fancy sneakers, a new way of seeing seeking then the music muse interferes interfaces! There's a feeling I get when I look to the west, And my spirit is crying for leaving. In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees, And the voices of those who stand looking. Ooh, it makes me wonder, Ooh, it really makes me wonder. And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune, Then the piper will lead us to reason. And a new day will dawn for those who stand long, And the forests will echo with laughter. If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now, It's just a spring clean for the May queen. Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run There's still time to change the road you're on. And it makes me wonder. “Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know, The piper's calling you to join him, Dear,  can you hear the wind blow, and did you know Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?” exactly
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Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 9:52 AM UTC
Thanks Lefty... sometimes we gotta go back to go forward
If you stare at my ceiling fan For long enough It starts to look like A massive metal flower I stared for a while A few minutes Enough to see my own reflection In twisting grey petals The gold rivets Made themselves at home Around my pupils And I've never been the same since Maybe someday that fan will fall down And **** me Hit me over the head And decapitate me like in a movie Maybe one day The fan will fall And relieve this burden From us all
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Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 6:03 PM UTC
Hit The Fan
Why you gotta be so fine ? But you can’t be mine .. You’re just wasting my time Sending me mixed signals like a mime Boy you ain’t sublime You should know, I’m a dime ..
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Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 1:58 PM UTC
Why you gotta be so fine ?
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Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 2:15 AM UTC
Punctuation Police Patrol
Dictionary in hand Bobbies manned state of the spy craft created strategic peripheral outposts a comma dated, (sans syntax garnered monies) equated justifiable to build galley ma free Highland Manor wing - feted via "FAKE" glitterati creating surreptitious hated surveillance monitor ring, which insulated decked out starry eyed Starship Enterprise surprise rated, as an unbelievable well Spock kin Duplicated Star Trek venerated popular culture science fiction set piece, where elderly residents waited this other worldly architectural phenomenon didst immediately outshine by alight year among the original seven wonders of the world prominant as a buck toothed over bite yet, didst camouflage top secret AngloSaxon incognito missionaries delight upholding correct language usage, Thence trumpeting amidst nonchalant onlookers as excite mint hinted grammarians with listening devices some flying unseen as period size drones taking flight other more sophisticated electronic accouterments dolled, gussied, issued with apostrophe shaped flower buds scaling height of cerulean sky, where blinding light of a solar ellipsis, thus arousing no discovered night gallery suspicion during feted occasion rife with polite "FAKE" markedly questionable legatees quite suitable asper The Art Of The Deal during ribbon cutting ceremony, and after words right ting up citations slyly slipped under windshield wipers as the madding massed crowdsource, would take dispersed out of sight nonetheless echoes plenti chutzpah left English figures of speech uttering unstinting (quote unquote) premature ejaculations, eh so blandly trite non-sequitur visited by thee epic of Gilgamesh for a dangling participle during the split infinitive Sumer season (exclamation point) no more to write!
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Here I am again banging and clanging Pots and pans on head of lead Ripped and tan Scream and shout Twist and pout Aint nobody gon' talk about you, or you, or you, or you, or you, or you, or you, or you, or you, or you, or you, or you, or you, ...and yeah. you too.
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May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 1:45 AM UTC
Or you
wheel ding utmost pro lix: scrum compulsions won despite feeling dog tired, (like a ton of bricks weighed me down) while seduced by the sun solar radiation from the sky didst lightly run sans, i experienced a weird wired wider sensation pun knee sensation otherwise, this sun dry older puppy nun the wiser (feeling akin to an overly sated book worm to boot) on a Mon Day, nonetheless, forced by male incarnation from Lon don, (via NON FAKE voices inside my noggin) a potential *** these tired eyes, could NOT stop reading even with figurative gun at my head, until only sluggish progress made, which daunting task not fun bore witness thru novel (in this instance plotting thru - dun know if fie could finish One Hundred Years Of Solitude - by Gabriel Garcia Marquez) pea pulling his story with bun dulls of Hiss panic Alpha Numeric characters, - per printed page punctuated concluded with a period, (premature mental dejected *********** exclaimed how ah yee got trounced by harsh obsessive compulsive task master. "Nay unto you Matthew Scott"! Uttered by exactly same grievous rot while er...mailer daemon (as above, *** tent shill slave driver subsequently not quite ditto for identical bon mot mind wielding **** mask kid ding lot intonation, now setting me hot to worry about my thinning hair, the little atop nixed noggin aye got as expressed vis a vis A previous poem of mine titled 'Argh! I suffer the plight of Bad Hair Year In One Day!'
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Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC
rigid code of obsessions
I’m so tired of my short life! What do I do for a living? I have done several things... I have recently worked in a food laboratory before my two surgeries have left me disabled at the moment I'm in a tough recovery right now. I was promoted in my company for improving a media lab And the next day my nerve pain put me in the hospital and discovered I needed cervical disc replacement Then I had complications with my shoulder and they had to perform a surgery and install a ***** that ******* me I couldn't pay bills in Cali and lost my entire house with an eviction Sold what I had and bought a trailer for me and my family is headed here to Idaho just trying to survive Gotta love it…
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Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 2:04 PM UTC
Gotta love it
I am as strong as I want to be, because right now I care more about leaning out and taking in as few calories as possible. Losing the pounds in order to gain 'em back, you know? There's very few questions that truly have a right or a wrong answer, and I believe that with 98% of me. Sometimes a right answer simply means it is socially acceptable and a wrong answer is the truth, so in that situation you'd want to throw away your moral compass, clench your jaw, and hope that the lies that come out just result in pearly, shiny teeth. you take a sip of something and it tastes like, ummm.. bad. it tastes like deceit, but that isn't totally possible (OBVIOUSLY), so in a literal sense it just tastes like the Coca Cola syrup that didn't have any carbonated water mixed with it. It's sweet, flavorful, but kind of tastes like it could erode my car engine in a matter of seconds, you know? I feel the sip deep inside of my body, I can feel it trailing down my esophagus (is that what it is?) or maybe just my throat, a tube to my stomach and then to parts of me I better just not try to name out of fear of sounding stupid. fear of sounding stupid drives the majority of things I do, but that's okay, because at least I don't sound stupid. the sip gets caught in the pit of my gut and I start to feel uneasy. I probably should have looked at the bottle before sipping it, huh? I probably should have asked for a detailed list of ingredients like the responsible wanna-be-vegan I should be? I call myself a wannabe most things. its just the person I am. I take a seat because I don't feel good. this is going to hurt, this is going to land me in the hospital probably and might take a whole while to get over. this is turning too literal and I'm trying to beat around the bush, so ill just tell you about the time I took a sip of a coke can and a bee was inside and it flew around in my mouth for a solid 5 seconds before I managed to open, spit, and scream. that could be poetic if you really hunt, like I waited 5 whole seconds to get the monstrous bee out of my ******* mouth, I just sat with a confused look on my face for 5 whole seconds!!! thats a whole giant metaphor! I still swallowed the Coca Cola and it tastes like *** IMAGINE THAT people- poison only takes like poison once you've swallowed it.
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Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 6:00 PM UTC
Coca Cola
I am as strong as I want to be, because right now I care more about leaning out and taking in as few calories as possible. Losing the pounds in order to gain 'em back, you know? There's very few questions that truly have a right or a wrong answer, and I believe that with 98% of me. Sometimes a right answer simply means it is socially acceptable and a wrong answer is the truth, so in that situation you'd want to throw away your moral compass, clench your jaw, and hope that the lies that come out just result in pearly, shiny teeth. you take a sip of something and it tastes like, ummm.. bad. it tastes like deceit, but that isn't totally possible (OBVIOUSLY), so in a literal sense it just tastes like the Coca Cola syrup that didn't have any carbonated water mixed with it. It's sweet, flavorful, but kind of tastes like it could erode my car engine in a matter of seconds, you know? I feel the sip deep inside of my body, I can feel it trailing down my esophagus (is that what it is?) or maybe just my throat, a tube to my stomach and then to parts of me I better just not try to name out of fear of sounding stupid. fear of sounding stupid drives the majority of things I do, but that's okay, because at least I don't sound stupid. the sip gets caught in the pit of my gut and I start to feel uneasy. I probably should have looked at the bottle before sipping it, huh? I probably should have asked for a detailed list of ingredients like the responsible wanna-be-vegan I should be? I call myself a wannabe most things. its just the person I am. I take a seat because I don't feel good. this is going to hurt, this is going to land me in the hospital probably and might take a whole while to get over. this is turning too literal and I'm trying to beat around the bush, so ill just tell you about the time I took a sip of a coke can and a bee was inside and it flew around in my mouth for a solid 5 seconds before I managed to open, spit, and scream. that could be poetic if you really hunt, like I waited 5 whole seconds to get the monstrous bee out of my ******* mouth, I just sat with a confused look on my face for 5 whole seconds!!! thats a whole giant metaphor! I still swallowed the Coca Cola and it tastes like *** IMAGINE THAT people- poison only takes like poison once you've swallowed it.
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I no longer call your name into the night no more do my hands fit to yours I have forgotten how your voice sounds it took some time, but my heart stopped syncopating to the beat of yours and in the process of letting go of you I became mine.
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Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 10:46 PM UTC
yours
sugary lips bright lights in my eyes stars tucked hidden behind your ears i can't turn away violet eyes violent surroundings I take no notice as you glow you are my light
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Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 8:56 PM UTC
star girl