#loops
Here I am
again—
****** back down
the hole.
stupid.
stupid hole.
I never learn.
Old scars burn,
begging
to be reopened.
But I can’t.
I won’t.
Will I?
Please—
don’t let me.
Not again.
But
I can’t help it.
I was going to be
good
this year.
It was supposed to be
different.
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 1:38 PM UTC
Bedroom walls affixed with infinity lights
Resting ***** face
Couldn’t pay her lad to crack a smile
You’re in my dreams too much of late
Excessive Botox and lip filler
Her names Sarah but she’s more duck
**** I know, I can’t help but drill her
Son Jack is her whole world bro
Whole weekend at his grans though
Your anxiety isn’t real
Maybe you should smoke more ****
Tenner deal all you’re good for is to breed
Predatory high interest loans
Cold callers give me the chills on the phones
Am I in a dream or am I the dream?
You’re in my dreams so much of late
I can’t grasp the concept of reality babe
All I see is your ******* beautiful face.
How am I meant to succumb to you all?
Instant gratification sector
Tap into the void along the hall
Haunting my dreams just like a spectre
Gigi Hadid’s exquisite chest
Speckled with unique freckles
Don’t even come close to your best
She loves me with every plucked petal
Mandatory dating app
Small talk just doesn’t quite cut it
How about get under the table and **** it?
Let’s be totally adventitious
Now that to me sounds delicious.
Am I in a dream or am I the dream?
You’re in my dreams so much of late
I can’t grasp the concept of reality babe
All I see is your ******* beautiful face.
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 1:03 PM UTC
Empty
Numb
Heaviness
Can't seem to think less.
Each day im fading
Is anyone listening?
Long nights -
Headaches, thought loops,
Please stop.
Stuck in thick fog
Scrolling
Binging
Pretending
This isnt living..
Substance abuse,
Doesn't even get me through.
Where is my muse?
A change,
must be made.
I cannot maintain
living in this frame.
When will i finally start
To follow through.
Im sick of being miss blue
Excuses,
contemplate,
Going insane
What is the point
Of anything
If i just spend my days fading away
Never commit
"Shes A flake"
I know.
Im so tired of being this way
Hating how i live
Feeling shame
In who i am,
Wishing i was different
I want to commit
To me again
I want to jump all in.
Leave all this **** at the door
find the free spirit within
I will do what best for me,
Even if it takes some pain.
Anything is better,
Than living this way.
change is being made
Surrender
what are you scared of?
Trust
It will be okay
Simple,
not a debate
just need to get out
of my own way
Change is here.
Can't keep running from the girl
locked in here
staring back at me in the mirror
She says,
let go.
Change is here.
No need for fear,
my dear.
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 8:23 AM UTC
Sparkles, everywhere we look
Feels like the world is spinning around us
Stars falling down the sky in loops
Like your sparkly whispers surrounding us
Telling me it's time I open my eyes
Realizing I was dreaming all this time
Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 12:20 AM UTC
No rhyme, no beat
Just a cloud of disarray
I lay here in defeat,
deaf to all things each mouth says
High, low pitches;
melted into one single tune
The muscles prone to fickle flinches
waiting for the watchman’s beat by noon
Stuck all in its monotony
it’s chamber loop, its labyrinth
I cry at all things dead possibility
hoping for release as dead ends tear all I believe in
Sep 1, 2024
Sep 1, 2024 at 10:58 AM UTC
Learning the lessons that happened before
as they come round again in various forms.
Same faces and places setting up themes, we don't always see the patterns between.
Trends tend to reset and test us again, emotions take hold but not as our friend.
Sunk in a cycle of continuous loops, failing to think they may hold just one truth.
Decisions of a short-term visionary, skewed and responsive to his or her needs. This irreverent mist often follows a dip, perspective changes a clouded verdict.
Crystal clarity can skip our reality
as permissions transition beyond each dream,
when we look to our heroes who sit at the peak.
Feb 4, 2022
Feb 4, 2022 at 6:15 AM UTC
As a kid, I know I saw air shows
although none specific stand out,
I know there were skies that
buzzed and thundered
the sound of determined direction
at each one I know there would be pilots
who threw small planes in tight loops
everyday, pulling back on the stick,
taunting gravity to notice and push,
barrelling to a zenith
of impossible weightlessness, momentary,
before the nauseous crush returned,
over and over in front of an audience
and I know I watched and thought
“That’ll be me one day.”
Jan 13, 2022
Jan 13, 2022 at 9:21 AM UTC
The petals are already wilting
Is their stay really so short?
What irony twists is whim
but such is life
there is no end to a rim
The hoops of my own eyes mirrors that of reality itself
also that of my own sanity
Is it sanity that makes me seek infernal truth?
Is it a different sanity that makes others blind?
Is it insanity which seeks eternal youth?
Is it insane to wish
of seeing petals in perfection
one last time?
Nov 3, 2021
Nov 3, 2021 at 5:39 PM UTC
~Shawn -vs- Rd~
~
I AM just
an ancient lover Rd
I AM just an infinity loop
dreaming childlike
of you and me mature and free.
Anyones Gold key who can
turn and open my heart's golden lock
to rock my world, pierce my entrails
with his Angels's longest speer,
as the Angel messanger of God
did for Teresa, igniting into her
ecstasy and bliss across time
and space a saint lover
in disguise,
owns my heart, my bridal
chambers my good fortune spin
and two gold infinity loops.
~~~~~
By: Karijinbba
71-74-95-21.
Aug 25, 2021
Aug 25, 2021 at 2:18 PM UTC
Needed someone
to understand
if you fall
you can get up again.
-Why glass bottles
are full of sand,
how it goes
round and round.
Nothing's bound forevermore
not hate nor love.
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 12:24 PM UTC
How can I feel like this once again,
Like I’m falling through the floor I thought was made of stone.
I came so far but on closer inspection perhaps I’ve been going in circles.
I appear to have lost my way, stumbled on my way out of the woods,
And lost myself in the night sky.
Perhaps I stood too long looking up at the stars.
Well I stopped to smell the flowers and the world passed me by.
A great wind knocking me down to my knees again, just like old times, old friend of mine.
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 9:23 PM UTC
A knot of truth hangs over me,
more a promise that all things
come together.
Were a straight line that if
you take enough steps
leads to an amphitheatre of
echoes
reverberating around and around
resonating with this truth
that all things have a balance.
We start, end, doesn't matter if we
stand still of reach for the
heavens..
Eventually we'll just swing silently
like a extinguished light bulb
hanging dead in the abyss.
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 5:05 PM UTC
This femme fatale
A girl that captures
She be bright and skin tight
Shiny white with youth implied
Conversing in quirky loops
As we jump through her hoops
Slowly showing error codes
Could it be the alcohol
Clap snap of bear traps
Broken from within
Signs of white lines that fracture
Reactions to vast echoes of her past
Trauma tinged before the dawn
Soft but informed
A hardened persona with claws
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 9:59 PM UTC
I am going around in circles
It's too dark
everything is too tall;
all the same.
I am going in circles
People telling me I'm worth it
around, around, around
But I still deny it.
I am going in
sane; what a sought-after word
circles, circles, circles
I can't seem to walk in a straight line.
Am I in?
There's a tunnel of light
going, going, going
that I want to run into.
I am..
A bit dizzy; I feel sick
in, in, in
I want to get somewhere
I
Unable to move from these loops
am, am, am
I collapse to the ground, out of breath.
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 9:33 PM UTC
Dying out in dreams
Living another nightmare
Anxiety screams
These unlettered fears
A cosmic scare.
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 6:25 AM UTC
The Thing about Logic is that it can be used to prove anything.
Words Of Harfouchism.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 6:20 PM UTC
You go to the end of the road
And you know
Immediately what's there
That is why you don't acknowledge the sign
The street
The loop
It leads nowhere
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 8:13 PM UTC
Let me submerge you
In love
And loss
And all that is in between
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 3:42 AM UTC
Do you see the three there?
That points to those two?
That point to that one?
There's another to the right,
and another further down
which points to one
and then another,
and then another,
then a little down
there's three.
Those three there,
do you see the three there?
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 1:46 PM UTC
Re: Thank You to unknown
tom, **** harry, tam, dame,
or dana from the MHS Class of 77,
though this alum
experiences public education
within lower providence jurisdiction
as a ***
er - minimally partaking advantage
of extra-curricular,
collegiate, inter-mural,
et cetera opportunities,
no not even a figurative crum
well nigh convey an impression of being dumb
bull door, deaf, and blind (with out faith no more),
nor passing love notes from
some anonymous girl, who
(after leaving a teasing message
informed asper getting a smart haircut
in ninth grade civics class
taught by Missus Comly
(do not quote me on my
power fully pointed excel lent spelling,
telling nothing, when out of desperation
I experience primal yelling)
this singular potential fledgling flirtation,
the extent from student,
who appeared morose and rather glum
exposing such vulnerability to be hum
millie hated, and bullied relentlessly,
whereat i wish to be a little boy
comforted by me mum
since that option out of the question,
thus aye didst never meet Miss Mot Toe
(e plumbs e num), perhaps cuz eye **** numb
body, mind and spirit triage as if inebriated by ***
imagining the fighting spirit within me to thumb
or rather "flip the bird" to those,
this then anxiety prone
metaphorically rolling stone
whose metaphorical diet of worms also included
eating picked over sun bleached
un beak coming road **** crow - how yum
me does that seem, but gnome hatter
how grossly said foul dish
spurred via carrion (an analogy
representing verbal taunting
best left for hitch cocked birds) didst not appeal
not in the least did i give nasty brutes a "what for",
twas fear of getting creamed, fricasseed, irradiated...
sans to stand proud and tall
(all five and a half feet, but blunted maximum height
topped off just shy of seventy inches -
in reference to yours truly) against bullies
to this very day such emotional repercussions congeal
asper anxiety, obsessive compulsive disorder, panic...,
which physiological symptoms served psyche not to feel
and only of late (particularly with daily intake of about
a half doe zen pharmacological prescription medications
do check and induce schizoid personality disorder
(the diagnosis encompassing,
the gamut mental health issues) to heel
akin to a well trained service dog, which fractured
psychological state i.e. garrison to pitch and toss
upon the precarious tipping point i.e.
surpassing the tipping point,
where thy body electric doth keel,
which precarious state finds me socially awkward,
and off kilter, and maybe this chap
ought to take a page
from professional athletes playbook,
and take a knee qua to kneel
hence this improvisational explanation
why yours truly felt discombobulated
to attend the recently held reunion,
now aye wanna axe something serious, and fur real,
which essentially constitutes whether
a current list of 1977 students,
who received their high school diploma
could be sent to me, whereby at least one alumni
could buffer end this contemplative, intuitive,
and pence eave bowl dish guttersnipe wannabe with zeal.
hie haint gonna hold ma breath,
neither let loose lips help miss ink moll itty bitty sinker agog
nor wait fir any religious chief such as allah
boot nothing ventured...blah...blah...blog...blog...
adieu - - matthew scott harris
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 8:42 PM UTC
I’m sorry I make us late for everything.
I’m sorry that my inability to make decisions frustrates you.
I'm sorry that I constantly seem distracted and detached,
and that I never have any good suggestions
or anything genuinely interesting to say.
I’m sorry that my irrational questions annoy you -
It’s just that I always get caught in these loops of anxiety
that I can’t possibly find a way out of,
let alone explain to you.
I get stuck,
like a broken record, playing the same part of a song
over and over.
My mind convinces me that you’re displeased.
I’m sorry I can’t look you in the eye,
because I know I must have done something wrong.
I’m sorry I withdraw and fall silent.
I’m sorry I consistently expect more, but continue to give less.
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 12:30 PM UTC
tick tock strikes the clock
in circles two hands flow
counting seconds to minutes
moving just so very slow
year after year
all in one loop
round like a sphere
minutes to hours
a time full hoop
tick tock...tick tock
circling within the mind
the flow will never stop
searching for answers that
are so very hard to find
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
*Life is curved
in the shape of a flower,
a curved trajectory
that loops back on itself
repeatedly until the
last petal falls.*
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 6:28 PM UTC