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Banging my head against a wall twenty times never once made a good thought come to mind Sometimes I gotta dig into my pockets to pull out lint I turn into rockets Once in awhile I blow up a hit song But most of the time it's an absolute bomb
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Jul 27, 2021
Jul 27, 2021 at 7:01 PM UTC
Bomb
He loves her so much more than she loves him It's terrifying He's vulnerable now Stripped to the bone He's never felt this alone She looks at him with apathy His heart gets yanked around He'd do anything to make her happy But she's always looking down Can't look him square in the eye Can't set him free, even if she tried He's so vulnerable now Immersed in her hair, her scent, her eyes She can never set him free Even if she tries
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Jul 27, 2021
Jul 27, 2021 at 11:39 AM UTC
Vulnerable
Every person we know every animal we see every seedling that grows will one day decease Every building we pass every home we drive by everything built to last will eventually die Feelings fade and metal rusts The things we create turn to dust So hold me close my only friend And stay sweet with me till our bitter end
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Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 11:09 AM UTC
Built to last
I'll have a little love with my bottle of wine I don't mind them older, so aged is just fine Could you make it pair well with stale pizza crust? And have the faint odor of *********** lust? As long as it's low shelf, I'll be just fine So I'll have a little love with my bottle of wine
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Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 11:44 AM UTC
Low Shelf
The sky lets off steam Fireworks fill the air They light up my corner It's really not fair Cuz I like to hide Especially what's inside But a summertime thunderstorm Exposes all lies
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Jul 16, 2021
Jul 16, 2021 at 7:07 PM UTC
Thunderstorm
He gets very lonely writing for an audience of one It's tiring knowing the ending before it's even begun And he claims that he just does it for fun But deep down he knows he wants to please everyone
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Jul 15, 2021
Jul 15, 2021 at 3:22 PM UTC
Can I please you?
Eyes spilling over trembling cheeks leave in their wake purple streaks A feeling as though my ears are full of cotton Trying to speak, but it seems I've forgotten Stomach drops, the nausea begins Knees give out, legs cave in Is this the effect of undying love Or perhaps the result of lack thereof
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Jul 15, 2021
Jul 15, 2021 at 10:43 AM UTC
Love
He wanted to be accepted By those he had rejected Thought the poppers would feel blessed If allowed just one day of rest Thought they'd savor the King's scraps Even if it meant scrounging around like rats Thought they'd never dare complain For even one day of his reign Wasn't the King surprised To see the commoners got wise They stormed the castle through And found him hiding in a shoe Everyone laughed, what a tiny little thing! Who knew you'd have to be a mouse to be bigger than the King
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Jul 3, 2021
Jul 3, 2021 at 8:07 PM UTC
The King
In a world of so many There are but a few Let's be honest, Just you Who can move me to oceans And drop me from mountains Who can tear down my redwoods And turn my deserts to fountains Yes, in a universe with so many There are really so few Let's be honest, Just two
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Jul 3, 2021
Jul 3, 2021 at 2:14 PM UTC
Confetti
A four-point waist stitched around pulverized leaves of a glorious taste Get out the porcelain and please take your time There's no reason to race Grab a sour or perhaps some honey Grab something to curl up with Sad or funny It's a perfect day, if you'll just let it be And there's no better way to start it Than a nice cup of tea
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Jul 3, 2021
Jul 3, 2021 at 10:24 AM UTC
Ignore me for a cup
Cranberries leaves and walnuts all mixed together With a crumbly cheese that tastes like leather Here's a tin can Maybe that will taste better The way you jump on that roof Makes you seem almost aloof I'd trade places with you, I say But it's my 40th birthday Maybe tomorrow...
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Jul 2, 2021
Jul 2, 2021 at 7:15 PM UTC
The Goat
I'm sick of these endless nights face down in pools of sweat And waking up only to have my head full of regret I had to check my phone to made sure I hit "send" And to no surprise, there's no reply again It happened again, I placed my bets You know I was all in A promise of escape from the way things had always been So why am I lower than where I have began? What am I hoping for, if it's not you? I've spent all of my time and money Trying to find something to distract me I'm over starving myself just to feel some type of control And doing trifle things just to fit the mold So why stop now when I still have some control? I just want something to make me whole Don't leave me standing out here in the cold The pain always comes back in the morning Again, I'm living just trying to ignore it
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May 28, 2020
May 28, 2020 at 2:53 AM UTC
self
as my emotions turn dark a pain emerges instead of crying i feel a chain a think silver chain wrapping locking the chest the heart and everytime they hurt me where i feel pain a chain will lock up the emotions yet... there are still gaps for droplets to fall and slip but there will be a time where i'll be locked completely closed, **** emotions
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Sep 1, 2019
Sep 1, 2019 at 2:19 AM UTC
chains
The Faster I run The Slower and slower you walk The Faster I fall into you The Slower and slower you drop me The Faster I call The Slower and slower you pick up The Faster I drown The Slower and slower you jump in The Faster I sink to the bottom The Slower and slower you gather me up I slow down and i'm ready to lay but you pick up the pace ready to stay The faster you move on to me The slower and slower I move on from you
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Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 8:47 PM UTC
9/25/16
homepage flooded with poetry written on topics such as ***suicide, hate, harm, loss, pain & death;*** we like it and scroll down we repost it keep scrolling we add it to our collection and just like that moments later *words forgotten moved on* "next poem, please" as if the poem existed without a person in pain backing it up as if behind the words there was no soul cracking at the seams as if the poem itself held more significance than the (wo)man behind the pen the least we could do is acknowledge the existence of the broken poet behind the beautifully saddening poem
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Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 6:53 AM UTC
just a thought