#lackluster - Hello Poetry

Roses over the farm With machines to watch Liberty is a quiet worth, in long marches With tact to establish, and wantonness to match? Working for an undue cloud, is like this A host of wishes so profound... Without any habit oft heed, for comparative bliss? Of a human choice, in the shadows of a world We grow the obvious And harvest the complex, complete to winks And stinks of the nowhere, many in seldom to discuss The wages of simplicity, to know a character of what is... Arts of the ****** wish for more... Aches of intellect, service an ideal... Acts of ingenue, know a craving host for order... 'And the scope of justice in the land, is it all and sanity, to heal? Wounds of the ley, the avarice of a noble land? Has stood, and begun the counting Of a worthier wish than a clash of energy's at hand With the pleasance of meager insight to keep, is suicide pouting?

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Apr 16, 2025

Apr 16, 2025 at 7:59 AM UTC

david-hilburn

Artificial Sweetener

Roses over the farm With machines to watch Liberty is a quiet worth, in long marches With tact to establish, and wantonness to match? Working for an undue cloud, is like this A host of wishes so profound... Without any habit oft heed, for comparative bliss? Of a human choice, in the shadows of a world We grow the obvious And harvest the complex, complete to winks And stinks of the nowhere, many in seldom to discuss The wages of simplicity, to know a character of what is... Arts of the ****** wish for more... Aches of intellect, service an ideal... Acts of ingenue, know a craving host for order... 'And the scope of justice in the land, is it all and sanity, to heal? Wounds of the ley, the avarice of a noble land? Has stood, and begun the counting Of a worthier wish than a clash of energy's at hand With the pleasance of meager insight to keep, is suicide pouting?

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It's hard to speak openly as a man who only knew how to be a boy. My credentials are lackluster, I only have my mothers words on how I never learned patience. My heart fears big men in small places, I guess that's why I never grew up... I was afraid to stand tall and speak up.

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Oct 28, 2023

Oct 28, 2023 at 4:50 PM UTC

KHY

a man

It's hard to speak openly as a man who only knew how to be a boy. My credentials are lackluster, I only have my mothers words on how I never learned patience. My heart fears big men in small places, I guess that's why I never grew up... I was afraid to stand tall and speak up.

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blue house brown house tan house brown house blue house brown house brown house brown house backyard inside the fence rocks inside of rivets dead grass and rocks inside rivets rocks inside rivets bridge over tracks bridge over trails bridge over the river bridge over rails parking lot parking lot parking lot parking lot high school called a dead man’s name circle avenue court lane

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Apr 13, 2021

Apr 13, 2021 at 9:33 PM UTC

nicolemmutchler

a drive around town

blue house brown house tan house brown house blue house brown house brown house brown house backyard inside the fence rocks inside of rivets dead grass and rocks inside rivets rocks inside rivets bridge over tracks bridge over trails bridge over the river bridge over rails parking lot parking lot parking lot parking lot high school called a dead man’s name circle avenue court lane

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i write myself into other worlds because I don't want to be in this one.

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Feb 24, 2019

Feb 24, 2019 at 7:22 PM UTC

xally03

misery

i write myself into other worlds because I don't want to be in this one.

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we were stuck on earth so we drew pictures with the stars in the sky we sat in tall grasses listening to the concertos of crickets and flamenco of frogs my heart longs soar away from this place but i love to be here with you grounded for once in my life i have taken roots in you and you in me and i pray to God or the goddess or whoever will listen that i can stay by your side until the end of time

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Oct 16, 2018

Oct 16, 2018 at 8:49 AM UTC

WhoaACake

Lackluster

we were stuck on earth so we drew pictures with the stars in the sky we sat in tall grasses listening to the concertos of crickets and flamenco of frogs my heart longs soar away from this place but i love to be here with you grounded for once in my life i have taken roots in you and you in me and i pray to God or the goddess or whoever will listen that i can stay by your side until the end of time

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I chase these ideals... These versions of my life that don't exist, They just become tormenting fantasies, Sometimes, destroying everything I love in the process... I begin to analyze the concept of what's "deserved," Deserved by whom? Who's the authority? The sky's the limit? Not when you're shackled to the ground, shackled by the wake of your past, You can't escape your shadows, Lost in mistake after mistake, Like a stone of scar tissue, There's nothing left to wound, Which exit did I miss? Maybe I should have gotten off this road a long time ago, What went wrong? What went right? Love, family, life, dreams... This game full of tricks, fools, dogs, and thieves, Blessed or cursed, It's all this relative facade, Romanticizations and fairytales, You've got yours and I've got mine, A nonsensical masquerade, Wrapped in oblivion, By dawn, the masks come off, No one's dancing, And we're left standing naked with our truths, our choices, and our pain, Daily reminders all around, Everything is dulled, A shimmering lackluster, Sensations numbed, Spare me sensationalization, Please don't offer me prescriptions, Don't offer me subscriptions, They don't disguise the lies, They don't smooth out the wrinkles of the sweet, euphemistically, sugarcoated descriptions of what is and what will never be... Clandestine connections, Undeniable, as we spiral through this network of intimate caves... Slipped into a hole years ago, Never seemed to crawl out..

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Sep 15, 2015

Sep 15, 2015 at 4:00 AM UTC

robson-guy

"Reality Checks"

I chase these ideals... These versions of my life that don't exist, They just become tormenting fantasies, Sometimes, destroying everything I love in the process... I begin to analyze the concept of what's "deserved," Deserved by whom? Who's the authority? The sky's the limit? Not when you're shackled to the ground, shackled by the wake of your past, You can't escape your shadows, Lost in mistake after mistake, Like a stone of scar tissue, There's nothing left to wound, Which exit did I miss? Maybe I should have gotten off this road a long time ago, What went wrong? What went right? Love, family, life, dreams... This game full of tricks, fools, dogs, and thieves, Blessed or cursed, It's all this relative facade, Romanticizations and fairytales, You've got yours and I've got mine, A nonsensical masquerade, Wrapped in oblivion, By dawn, the masks come off, No one's dancing, And we're left standing naked with our truths, our choices, and our pain, Daily reminders all around, Everything is dulled, A shimmering lackluster, Sensations numbed, Spare me sensationalization, Please don't offer me prescriptions, Don't offer me subscriptions, They don't disguise the lies, They don't smooth out the wrinkles of the sweet, euphemistically, sugarcoated descriptions of what is and what will never be... Clandestine connections, Undeniable, as we spiral through this network of intimate caves... Slipped into a hole years ago, Never seemed to crawl out..

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I will be your David. Chip away... But if you find you are upset at what you discover underneath. Remember... I never promised to be some sort of masterpiece. I just gave myself to you. You are sculpting me.

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Aug 21, 2015

Aug 21, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC

edgar-e-tobias

Untitled #1

I will be your David. Chip away... But if you find you are upset at what you discover underneath. Remember... I never promised to be some sort of masterpiece. I just gave myself to you. You are sculpting me.

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To be special, I may never know I want to feel but, I've lost my glow Dim and dull I feel lackluster. No shine, or gleam, I am faded. You had me, held me, left me jaded.

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Jun 23, 2014

Jun 23, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC

nasir-jan

Lackluster

To be special, I may never know I want to feel but, I've lost my glow Dim and dull I feel lackluster. No shine, or gleam, I am faded. You had me, held me, left me jaded.

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