#incomprehensible - Hello Poetry

Once a bridge was nothing more than an abstract tool for reasoning. But one day, this very abstract tool for reasoning became the literal direct opposing opposite to this very operation. (The operation that was meant to be disposed of from the very get-go!) But something stopped that from becoming a seamless reality... After all, seamless is nothing more than predictable tension in the right places that don't normally fit into the very crowd of normalities itself. But the universe is connected by such truths that don't normally (either), point its own self in the right direction full of directionless odds that don't poke and **** your very potential progression forward...if it wasn't truly for the very bridge that again, (as an abstract took for reasoning), points these very directionless odds into a newer meaning than ever before. Hence, an abstract tool (obviously) when dealing with such tension involving the universal boundaries and conditions and features and traits and meanings and properties that surround itself among many other things in its general surroundings that bear itself too much for an actual correct dose of conquest to deal with all at one single time. Basically, because if that was the actual case (all at one single time...) Then it'd be a non-localized protocol that would pave the way for ALL such manufacturing projects in one single action! (And non-localized making such advances in the very field of study, for the very meaning that happens all at once, not within the same boundaries from one another, length and size wise.) Seeing as how big the universe really is, with still too this very date is filled with such EXTREME (unknown sizes and expectations of it, regardless of its own such limits regulated by the very anticipated push for discovery itself). There wouldn't even be a certain timeframe for things to have its own say (in for how ever long they want to take). Instead, you have something happening all at one time, where everything is truly about one thing, and one thing, ONLY... Nothing is about progression (or even the very process of actually getting it done) when it's all about the bridge that reasons out the very different areas and points of many likelihoods that don't limit its own variety to its own protocols...when their own hunger is trying to go about achieving one's own aim, or goal of precipitation... When it's entirely longer than the standing idea...that nothing is without flawless results, if and ONLY if...you make it or break its very abstract tool for reasoning itself! If and only if you do, then you’re looking at yourself as nothing more than the very truthful meaning for "treason." Once you commit treason... You’re also breaking the connection with the bridge who's meant to connect everything in one single action for conquest. (And not the misguided mindset for simply achieving a consequence full of such disorder.) If that were the actual case, then everything isn't as connected as one would previously think. Especially when your very abstract tool for reasoning is the very reasoning for shame in the face of such irrational thinking. Hence, when different mixtures of fate and probability confront the very limitations (upon their own such instances full to brim of primal instances and events...) That's when the bridge that is meant to connect an entire universe together. Becomes the greatest story ever told about a bridge who also...became the abstract tool for reasoning.

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Apr 4, 2021

Apr 4, 2021 at 1:27 PM UTC

simon-7

The Greatest Story Ever Told Is About A Bridge Who Connected An Entire Universe Together.

Once a bridge was nothing more than an abstract tool for reasoning. But one day, this very abstract tool for reasoning became the literal direct opposing opposite to this very operation. (The operation that was meant to be disposed of from the very get-go!) But something stopped that from becoming a seamless reality... After all, seamless is nothing more than predictable tension in the right places that don't normally fit into the very crowd of normalities itself. But the universe is connected by such truths that don't normally (either), point its own self in the right direction full of directionless odds that don't poke and **** your very potential progression forward...if it wasn't truly for the very bridge that again, (as an abstract took for reasoning), points these very directionless odds into a newer meaning than ever before. Hence, an abstract tool (obviously) when dealing with such tension involving the universal boundaries and conditions and features and traits and meanings and properties that surround itself among many other things in its general surroundings that bear itself too much for an actual correct dose of conquest to deal with all at one single time. Basically, because if that was the actual case (all at one single time...) Then it'd be a non-localized protocol that would pave the way for ALL such manufacturing projects in one single action! (And non-localized making such advances in the very field of study, for the very meaning that happens all at once, not within the same boundaries from one another, length and size wise.) Seeing as how big the universe really is, with still too this very date is filled with such EXTREME (unknown sizes and expectations of it, regardless of its own such limits regulated by the very anticipated push for discovery itself). There wouldn't even be a certain timeframe for things to have its own say (in for how ever long they want to take). Instead, you have something happening all at one time, where everything is truly about one thing, and one thing, ONLY... Nothing is about progression (or even the very process of actually getting it done) when it's all about the bridge that reasons out the very different areas and points of many likelihoods that don't limit its own variety to its own protocols...when their own hunger is trying to go about achieving one's own aim, or goal of precipitation... When it's entirely longer than the standing idea...that nothing is without flawless results, if and ONLY if...you make it or break its very abstract tool for reasoning itself! If and only if you do, then you’re looking at yourself as nothing more than the very truthful meaning for "treason." Once you commit treason... You’re also breaking the connection with the bridge who's meant to connect everything in one single action for conquest. (And not the misguided mindset for simply achieving a consequence full of such disorder.) If that were the actual case, then everything isn't as connected as one would previously think. Especially when your very abstract tool for reasoning is the very reasoning for shame in the face of such irrational thinking. Hence, when different mixtures of fate and probability confront the very limitations (upon their own such instances full to brim of primal instances and events...) That's when the bridge that is meant to connect an entire universe together. Becomes the greatest story ever told about a bridge who also...became the abstract tool for reasoning.

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People fear what they don't understand and death is an incomprehensible mystery.

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Mar 2, 2020

Mar 2, 2020 at 6:54 AM UTC

rise_and_shine

fear of death

People fear what they don't understand and death is an incomprehensible mystery.

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Across the room, Through the undulating mass; Somehow, we discover, Inexplicably, Each other's eyes. She holds my gaze for but a moment, Then quickly looks away, Timidly brushing aside a curly strand of hair, Staring anywhere else. In the corridor, Swiftly walking, pushing and shoving; Our eyes meet once again, And again, Her pupils dart immediately to the left or right, Studying the wall, Suddenly in love with the smeared fingerprints and tacky posters. I silently hope to be perceived once again As she disappears. Often, it seems This process repeats. Who is she? What is her name? How is it that, without fail, We find each other In one world or another, One intrigued, the other embarrassed? For the sake of the miracle, I refuse to know.

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Feb 22, 2019

Feb 22, 2019 at 1:38 PM UTC

matterhorn

Anxious eyes

Across the room, Through the undulating mass; Somehow, we discover, Inexplicably, Each other's eyes. She holds my gaze for but a moment, Then quickly looks away, Timidly brushing aside a curly strand of hair, Staring anywhere else. In the corridor, Swiftly walking, pushing and shoving; Our eyes meet once again, And again, Her pupils dart immediately to the left or right, Studying the wall, Suddenly in love with the smeared fingerprints and tacky posters. I silently hope to be perceived once again As she disappears. Often, it seems This process repeats. Who is she? What is her name? How is it that, without fail, We find each other In one world or another, One intrigued, the other embarrassed? For the sake of the miracle, I refuse to know.

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Originally purposed as an adjective. But feels more like a place. Or perhaps it’s a vibration. The blue sky The ocean The spanse of the horizon. They exist, multitudinously. Far from our concepts. I strive to accomplish, to be I wish to become similar to these Beings of marveled stature, Worlds of unknown. The all-encompassing Awe-inspiring limitless notion That we know as Incomprehensible.

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Aug 17, 2018

Aug 17, 2018 at 2:58 AM UTC

sarahmann

Endless.

Originally purposed as an adjective. But feels more like a place. Or perhaps it’s a vibration. The blue sky The ocean The spanse of the horizon. They exist, multitudinously. Far from our concepts. I strive to accomplish, to be I wish to become similar to these Beings of marveled stature, Worlds of unknown. The all-encompassing Awe-inspiring limitless notion That we know as Incomprehensible.

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Rain started to pour Puddles started to tour One is far from his score Others want some more Devastate with ones demise One can't even help to revise What use is that device It can see but can't supervise Believe in every word that one can say But sure that one will be able to pay In his fault, a morning can turn to a mourn day What can others do? They can't just play Let not happiness be taken Don't think you were forsaken Many can be mistaken Don't wander in their words that you hearken

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Jul 26, 2018

Jul 26, 2018 at 1:19 AM UTC

MNCC

Wander

Rain started to pour Puddles started to tour One is far from his score Others want some more Devastate with ones demise One can't even help to revise What use is that device It can see but can't supervise Believe in every word that one can say But sure that one will be able to pay In his fault, a morning can turn to a mourn day What can others do? They can't just play Let not happiness be taken Don't think you were forsaken Many can be mistaken Don't wander in their words that you hearken

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Hunting; Killing emotions, Wanting some sacrifices, Polluting hearts with judgement. Incomprehensible!

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Jun 25, 2018

Jun 25, 2018 at 10:43 PM UTC

kivancselvi

Cinquain (Hunting)

Hunting; Killing emotions, Wanting some sacrifices, Polluting hearts with judgement. Incomprehensible!

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I was diagnosed with a Major Depressive Disorder. Funny.. Who could of known I've always felt empty and alone. Many sleepless nights Filled with nightmares and fright Nothing I do makes me happy anymore I feel it sometimes, when I spend some time outside But then its like a dark shadow, reaching above me.. Ready to tower over and hurt me. My heart races throughout the day Wishing that I didn't have to stay So I can lay in bed and think And let my thoughts sink Mother calls me lazy If not often crazy My mood changes from left and right Maybe she is right. Who knows how long this will go I don't know? I feel cold and alone Weak at my bones Doesn't make sense, I don't make sense Writing this just made me upset I don't know if this whole poem makes sense I mean .. what is there to expect? Everything is just a mess. What did I miss? . . What even is this.

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May 24, 2018

May 24, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC

WanderingEmotions

Di·ag·no·sis

I was diagnosed with a Major Depressive Disorder. Funny.. Who could of known I've always felt empty and alone. Many sleepless nights Filled with nightmares and fright Nothing I do makes me happy anymore I feel it sometimes, when I spend some time outside But then its like a dark shadow, reaching above me.. Ready to tower over and hurt me. My heart races throughout the day Wishing that I didn't have to stay So I can lay in bed and think And let my thoughts sink Mother calls me lazy If not often crazy My mood changes from left and right Maybe she is right. Who knows how long this will go I don't know? I feel cold and alone Weak at my bones Doesn't make sense, I don't make sense Writing this just made me upset I don't know if this whole poem makes sense I mean .. what is there to expect? Everything is just a mess. What did I miss? . . What even is this.

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outward brain stem hummock analogously, (asper bound minuscule magnum opus) figuratively paginated with drowned atavistic animal instincts roar back to life upon found perceived or real threat adrenaline splashes cerebral hemispheres triggering body electric to become alert as a blood hound countless millenniums ago the flight or fight reaction apropos when savage beasts threatened tribe with bro whizzing primitive creatures some forced tweet crow wing, thence railing, swooping, trouncing dough main housing small cluster of emo ting primates (gabbling in primal grunts and groans witnessing ruminants scurrying to and fro survival of the fittest danger field thus by dint of inherent smarts didst grow outwitting wily coyote, or other lion eyes, *** ping automatic saving grace tactics recalled, when looming predator doth woof and warp emergency arises, when debacle fore stalled for time against getting mauled whereby each subsequent ruse out foxing fierce-some, hungry non a mew zing potential breakfast, lunch, or dinner as the sorry loo sir aye sic newt ton, sans this non nonsense game of "Life", which thru countless millenniums strategies grew layered upon left and right cerebral hemispheres few till hetty became diminished as con tra bands of bipedal hominids drew upon accumulated storied history learned from Bubba Zayda's many times over motley crew squirreling modus operandi wove (traversing eons) corpus collosum hair (more so nerve fiber weave a microscopic whirled wide web linkedin left and right fist size gray matter coated with transparent integument custom made swiftly tailored sleeve ah...proving grounds, when forebears of **** Sapiens touch and go tagged on permanent leave on par with imagining dragons easy to believe.

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Mar 17, 2018

Mar 17, 2018 at 7:22 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Quiescence Pervades Medulla Oblongata

outward brain stem hummock analogously, (asper bound minuscule magnum opus) figuratively paginated with drowned atavistic animal instincts roar back to life upon found perceived or real threat adrenaline splashes cerebral hemispheres triggering body electric to become alert as a blood hound countless millenniums ago the flight or fight reaction apropos when savage beasts threatened tribe with bro whizzing primitive creatures some forced tweet crow wing, thence railing, swooping, trouncing dough main housing small cluster of emo ting primates (gabbling in primal grunts and groans witnessing ruminants scurrying to and fro survival of the fittest danger field thus by dint of inherent smarts didst grow outwitting wily coyote, or other lion eyes, *** ping automatic saving grace tactics recalled, when looming predator doth woof and warp emergency arises, when debacle fore stalled for time against getting mauled whereby each subsequent ruse out foxing fierce-some, hungry non a mew zing potential breakfast, lunch, or dinner as the sorry loo sir aye sic newt ton, sans this non nonsense game of "Life", which thru countless millenniums strategies grew layered upon left and right cerebral hemispheres few till hetty became diminished as con tra bands of bipedal hominids drew upon accumulated storied history learned from Bubba Zayda's many times over motley crew squirreling modus operandi wove (traversing eons) corpus collosum hair (more so nerve fiber weave a microscopic whirled wide web linkedin left and right fist size gray matter coated with transparent integument custom made swiftly tailored sleeve ah...proving grounds, when forebears of **** Sapiens touch and go tagged on permanent leave on par with imagining dragons easy to believe.

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as origin of **** Sapien species surged ahead, harboring nascent predominance asper said primate reproductively bred (albeit via incremental fits and starts) evolutionary forebears didst dread lock, stock and barrel arboreal cred whence, (since time immemorial) nasty, short brutish, loutish, and vampish anthropological, genealogical, and millennial report card found forebears precariously position quart toured place de resistance purport head supremacy devastatingly, heavily, and literally bruited nearly abort ting tentative tenacious status oft times challenged minuscule leading edge proto humans rendered perch (on evolutionary leading cusp) fund hedge ching hypothetical bets said simians nearly toppled off figurative privy ledge against being easily uprooted akin to one weeding out unwanted sedge imposing fledgling breakfast of champions clinging to niched wedge while serial incessant challenges nearly wrote off and snuffed out, extinct et cetera clinched placed viz *** him tote often at fateful loggerheads, where survival of the fittest smote poised dawn of dusky mankind viz apish creatures almost got rote off while chance dominance, eminence grise pitted, spitted, and got vetted sans un quote able primal screaming expletives pitted Neanderthal progenitors note worthy kickstarter scrum ump hired held dim promise, whether weathered brood, which smattering population comprised a scattered handful of rudimentary destined to become some ascribe God's sigh propitiated contemporary lass hit dude whence, amidst looming pointed danger confronted Geico caveman, and aside from external threatening depredations comprised tribal family feud where might versus right the deterministic factor aye include at undoubtedly animalistic behavior defied being categorized as lewd since each monkey's uncle punctuated equilibrium with cut throat i.e. Maciavellian imprimatur fate didst not occlude attested via rotogravure fledgling artistic shewed also absence of consciousness rued until...fast four words (count them) - to the present system of a down day when carnal, feral, and integral leanings attempted to rope hormonal, gonadal, and banal found more recent ancestors (discovered visa vis like 23andme) on a greenday rolled in the hay under natural predilection to lay naked, especially frisky comb early May procreative force engendered the writer of this poem, when his parents coaxed fore play unbeknownst, that their singular heir, would be afflicted with countless mental ollie ollie oxen stinging ray obsessive compulsive mailer to slay ritualistic controlling psychic threnody dominated favored holistic paradigm oye vay.

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Mar 4, 2018

Mar 4, 2018 at 4:51 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Thank You Charles Darwin

as origin of **** Sapien species surged ahead, harboring nascent predominance asper said primate reproductively bred (albeit via incremental fits and starts) evolutionary forebears didst dread lock, stock and barrel arboreal cred whence, (since time immemorial) nasty, short brutish, loutish, and vampish anthropological, genealogical, and millennial report card found forebears precariously position quart toured place de resistance purport head supremacy devastatingly, heavily, and literally bruited nearly abort ting tentative tenacious status oft times challenged minuscule leading edge proto humans rendered perch (on evolutionary leading cusp) fund hedge ching hypothetical bets said simians nearly toppled off figurative privy ledge against being easily uprooted akin to one weeding out unwanted sedge imposing fledgling breakfast of champions clinging to niched wedge while serial incessant challenges nearly wrote off and snuffed out, extinct et cetera clinched placed viz *** him tote often at fateful loggerheads, where survival of the fittest smote poised dawn of dusky mankind viz apish creatures almost got rote off while chance dominance, eminence grise pitted, spitted, and got vetted sans un quote able primal screaming expletives pitted Neanderthal progenitors note worthy kickstarter scrum ump hired held dim promise, whether weathered brood, which smattering population comprised a scattered handful of rudimentary destined to become some ascribe God's sigh propitiated contemporary lass hit dude whence, amidst looming pointed danger confronted Geico caveman, and aside from external threatening depredations comprised tribal family feud where might versus right the deterministic factor aye include at undoubtedly animalistic behavior defied being categorized as lewd since each monkey's uncle punctuated equilibrium with cut throat i.e. Maciavellian imprimatur fate didst not occlude attested via rotogravure fledgling artistic shewed also absence of consciousness rued until...fast four words (count them) - to the present system of a down day when carnal, feral, and integral leanings attempted to rope hormonal, gonadal, and banal found more recent ancestors (discovered visa vis like 23andme) on a greenday rolled in the hay under natural predilection to lay naked, especially frisky comb early May procreative force engendered the writer of this poem, when his parents coaxed fore play unbeknownst, that their singular heir, would be afflicted with countless mental ollie ollie oxen stinging ray obsessive compulsive mailer to slay ritualistic controlling psychic threnody dominated favored holistic paradigm oye vay.

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david bowie sang space oddity in two different channels: one high pitched on the left side and one low pitched on the right side. the result is more harmonious than a poptart flying out of a toaster oven. the advertisements for poptarts always show gooey goodness in the middle when in reality it's crumbly crap. why is the word "crap" more acceptable than **** why are profanities on a spectrum, and not just this black/white state of good/bad? is it better that way? maybe i'm rambling at this point; maybe i'm more incomprehensible than conceptual art. either way, i am an either/or blank anti-yes? how many question marks finish this sentence???

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Sep 6, 2016

Sep 6, 2016 at 9:25 AM UTC

effieebbtide

phasia #1

david bowie sang space oddity in two different channels: one high pitched on the left side and one low pitched on the right side. the result is more harmonious than a poptart flying out of a toaster oven. the advertisements for poptarts always show gooey goodness in the middle when in reality it's crumbly crap. why is the word "crap" more acceptable than **** why are profanities on a spectrum, and not just this black/white state of good/bad? is it better that way? maybe i'm rambling at this point; maybe i'm more incomprehensible than conceptual art. either way, i am an either/or blank anti-yes? how many question marks finish this sentence???

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"Sky!" "Why?" #

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Apr 2, 2016

Apr 2, 2016 at 2:04 PM UTC

Tears transform a tranquill room expose a sleepless night tumble over speechless sounds to misty-eye your sight My eyes could shut and call this dream slip back through slumber's door Though curious whys deflate serene deplete arouse deplore ~ I search within your eyes a light mear spark disperse of haze My touch careses salted cheek my thoughts within your maze A sudden hug you cling to me my heart surrounds you tight You turn away but snuggle close You smile and say Goodnight ...

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Jan 18, 2015

Jan 18, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC

rex-allen-mccoy

Within Your Maze

Tears transform a tranquill room expose a sleepless night tumble over speechless sounds to misty-eye your sight My eyes could shut and call this dream slip back through slumber's door Though curious whys deflate serene deplete arouse deplore ~ I search within your eyes a light mear spark disperse of haze My touch careses salted cheek my thoughts within your maze A sudden hug you cling to me my heart surrounds you tight You turn away but snuggle close You smile and say Goodnight ...

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