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#irritation
i found out recently why she sneezes after stepping out from the shadows into bright sunlight it is apparently a genetic trait something uncontrollable simply confusion between her optic and trigeminal nerves where the one responsible for everything seen inadvertently sets off the other and this one has a tendency to react to foreign bodies and irritation explosively
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Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 7:35 AM UTC
inadvertently
She’s like a bug under foot, Like the thought overlooked, I clench my fists, my jaw and shirt, When she’s there in sight or hertz The looks she gives set me off, Pettily looking, unapologetically there My hate, it simmers My anger remains “Control your face”, “Be polite” What they all say has to apply, I want to scream, curse, offend, But I can’t help but cry The jar that fills always remains The anger within, all that hate, So full untamed Quietly laying in wait I’m forced to stay, listen, learn, In that room under her To shove it down, buried so deep, I ***** it out clear and neat Her voice, it angers me Her face as much, Forcing me vigilante, In sake of her Invisible threats that remain, That frustrating defeat down within.
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Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 8:50 AM UTC
Hate
This fu@&!n app I don't understand. I'm following instructions as best as I can. I tried five tutorials, and searched it online. Why does this time saving tool drain my time?
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Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 4:00 PM UTC
This F&$%in App
I can’t accept that my heart must turn to stone just so that I don’t have to fade to dust and bone. What good is life if you must go it alone? Everyone should hear a voice versus a dial tone. I don’t want to put a price on my head or on my soul, and I don’t want to pay the price when I’ve already paid the toll. Maybe I should take a lesson or two from a certain mole, and find myself a nice warm and cozy hole. Instead I resign and lay down on cold concrete hoping it might absorb some of the sun’s heat, like during days in the summer when it burns your feet, they say you could hear an egg sizzle and it could cook your meat. You may think I resemble a crumpled up bill, discarded and thrown away at someone else’s will, or maybe just another ant upon the hill that’s awaiting to be squashed, just awaiting the **** Still I’m risking it all for just one more day, even though the colours drain and then they fade to grey. What you give you should not take away. the rules keep on changing but not the way we play. “Do you know what you’re doing, Em?” I’m shaking my head and cheeks turn red. Holding back tears but coughing up phlegm, just consider me one of the walking dead. And in all of that; myself I will find and I’ll find myself becoming blind. With clenched fists and teeth that grind, living in the constraints of a mortal mind.
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Dec 13, 2024
Dec 13, 2024 at 12:23 PM UTC
Constraints of a Mortal Mind
I’m getting greys at an alarming rate, I already pulled at my hair. “It’s normal” he says I swear just to debate, cause he doesn’t seem to care. And I’m bleeding through my scar tissued skin, the layers only grew still I find a way in. I’m getting greys at an alarming rate, I’ll be down to the last strand. Check or fold the plays, the cards aren’t that great I’ll be down the my last hand. And I’m bleeding through my thick nice sweater. It’s a shame as it’s new and we’re reaching the cold weather. It will stain the soft fabric I may just grab the bleach, but I always made it a habit to always keep it just out of reach. I’m getting greys at an alarming rate pretty soon I’ll be bald. On hot coals she stays, though she shifts her weight and watches her soles scald. And I’m bleeding through my clogged and blocked pores, and the remaining few are becoming septic sores. I’ll shed another layer of a non-protective bubble, and my hair will continue to get greyer, I think I’m now in some trouble.
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Nov 8, 2024
Nov 8, 2024 at 10:35 AM UTC
Bleed Through
Why do you always do that?”, she asked “What?”, I replied “That thing you always do! Even when I say don’t!” “Am I doing it now?”, I asked “No…but when you do…don’t!” “So, when I do it, you want me not to?” “Yes!“, she exclaimed “So for me to stop doing it…I’d need to do it…right?”, I asked.
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Jul 5, 2024
Jul 5, 2024 at 12:02 AM UTC
Stop doing that!
it seems to me that breathing deeply and counting to ten just gives them another opportunity to irritate me even more
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Feb 12, 2024
Feb 12, 2024 at 6:57 AM UTC
count to ten
Funny how the pendulum moves, Set swaying by a finger, Swinging  back and forth As gravity wages war against momentum, In a war it always wins, In relationships too the pendulum rocks Back and forth But not for the wronged For they push it to where They want it Because history and the present Are writ not by the victor But the wronged against, And in that the pendulum hangs At 45 degrees
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Nov 6, 2023
Nov 6, 2023 at 7:11 AM UTC
Pendulum
I envy the equine fly twitch, the contraction of muscle, the shudder triggered by the fly’s tickle - the irritation dispelled in a moment. I envy that gift to dismiss the torment, as I sit through another pointless argument.
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Sep 4, 2023
Sep 4, 2023 at 2:10 PM UTC
Twitch
I keep trying to live right But then I'm faced with things that just bite. I can't remember a time I was actually happy Because of my accident that destroyed me physically, mentally and financially. The guy didn't even have insurance, leaving me to seek out other compensation It is all such BS and I'm left with all this frustration Hospital bills just keep piling up because of his choice to drink and drive Due to his idiocy his girlfriend isn't even alive. And I was left with a broken leg and arm and collapsed lung Leaving me bitter and the opposite of highstrung. No one wants to financially help me even with me promising to pay them back indefinitely. It just gets to me every once in awhile Like is there no one that can grant me a smile. I wish I could get a 'restart my life' card Everything I'm going through: it's just so hard
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Aug 15, 2021
Aug 15, 2021 at 2:56 PM UTC
It's just so hard
I'm sorry for my insensitive question But what's done is done. You didn't have to go to your daddy You could've just told me You didn't have to escalate this You took away my morning that was somewhat full of bliss Now I'm feeling all emotion I already deal with so much with my own situation It was my own fault for trying to be a decent human being I'll just go on carrying Carrying all the negativity i experience on a daily basis If it's not one thing it's another bringing me no kind of solace I've already been through so much My heart is already hobbling around as if on a crutch It's been battered so much by what people say It may be cliche but no, I'm not okay.
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Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 5:28 PM UTC
I'm not okay
Why do women have to be so heartless They think nice guys are weak or "simps Thinking they have the right to walk all over us Keep treating us like **** and soon enough we'll retaliate We'll take our kindness elsewhere You'll be left with no one caring for you like we did You can't treat us like **** That won't phase us a little bit We'll grow strong And You'll realize you were wrong Kindness is not a form of weakness We will NOT be called useless We will grow from your hurtful words Your words won't keep us depressed forever That power you thought you had over us will dissipate You thought you could break us down Well sorry but we're stronger than that We'll repair our heart Coming out stronger than before Stronger than before you showed us your heartlessness
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Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 5:20 PM UTC
Heartlessness
Tap. Tap. Distant sound from above Kept silent within a fragile soul Tap. Tap. Drowned out through fear and love A wind beyond a persons control Tap. Tap. The baying of the storm Branches frolicking on every gust Tap. Tap. Long shadows start to form Fickle weather displays it’s disgust Tap. Tap. When will it cease? How does the window not shatter every time? Tap. Tap Darkness within, fearing a release As the peace is shattered in my mind Tap. Tap. Glass explodes within its rage The storm whistles through empty eyes Tap. Tap. Anger escapes its fiery cage Smashing all that it touches with its cries Tap. Tap. The storm is let loose The fire, the fury, the furore Tap. Tap Through insatiable abuse Frustration angrily reaches its glory Tap. Tap. There’s nowhere to turn. No escape from the pain it spreads Tap. Tap. As the world starts to burn All placations are torn to shreds Tap. Tap. The clouds roll past and the winds subside As tranquility restores the mind Tap. Tap. Regrets form like tears and fall like pride Promising no more, promising nothing. No next time. Tap. Tap.
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Jun 6, 2021
Jun 6, 2021 at 4:33 PM UTC
Tap. Tap.
Keep me away from myself. It is not safe to exist in this body.
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Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 2:17 AM UTC
Confined
Irritation is the dragon That breathes fire and destruction Should I dare to open my mouth.
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Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 9:25 PM UTC
Irritation Dragon
Sir What can I serve you? "Your brain" "For a time being" Nothing more
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Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 12:09 PM UTC
Annoyance
We're best friends. Doesn't matter that I'm a high school junior and you're a college freshman. Until it's time to go dorm room shopping, and then I'll "get there someday." We're best friends. Doesn't matter that I live in New York and you live in Connecticut. Until I can't be driven to you, and then I'm an irritation.
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Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 10:12 PM UTC
"Best" Friends
Torrential downpours of raw Irritation. Regret swirls with loss into Whirlpools of rage, desire, and hopelessness. Smiles guile miles between isles of disconnected people. Eyes see ******* butts ***** and big ***** Missing hearts…. Missing the empty arms of long alone longing. Reasons and reasons, seasons and seasons. The flow continues and we cannot stop for what's missed.
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Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 1:11 AM UTC
Inside to Outside
am I a drag, a bore? what do I even try for? all my hopes and dreams of loving, have hit a snag.
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Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 12:05 PM UTC
huff, puff
Walking into the building: Cold parking lot, ****** music blaring from that lifted truck, People honking; Glass doors, Short, insufficient eye contact, "Good morning!" from the lady who guards the door With a laptop and a forced smile; Quick strides, A pinball-like dance, Yelling, screaming, arguing, sometimes fighting, Fake greetings and meaningful silences; A tiny bubble of social-media-manufactured society, Without the trials and tribulations That make one human Or the experience that makes one sensible; I can't ******* wait to graduate.
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Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 1:15 PM UTC
RHHS