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FPOTD: 10/23/25 7:05am Everything that needs to be said has already been said. But since no one was listening, everything must be said again. —André Gide <><><> Preface ---- stumble in the old-man-manner, a long sleep full of unremembered dreams, my watch happily informs nmI is, was, am. 'fully rested' after a wonderful evening of Mediterranean  delicacies,   and Dance, French ballet dancers exquisite, who mold their bodies in homage to gravitation, but more on that in a later "episode' let's us re~rebellion re-begin: ~~~~~ Po<>em stumble in the old-man-manner, grab my tablet and helloooooo,oooo, am greeted by the above, Les Mots d'André Gide(1) before eye opened, before my elixir of Caribbean mixture, this hard slap of wr but dryly, words, naively knocks me, totters me, and before I read on further, the composition stretches my mind, to confess, to admit, to knowing that you and I have long silently all (along) have known this, "Everything that needs to be said has already been said." and yet we write; we, by the mega~thousands come to homage ourselves, using words, presumably sequentially never prior ever~uttered, and a grizzled unshaven face, his father~confessor, his bathroom mirror, e-mocks me-with kindly grace, that we should (n)ever have had that peculiar thought, n(ever ever) pass through our brains... and the courage to cease, thus to please, is right here - right now, beggar my thoughts to go elsewhere, in embarrassed silent priv-a-see, and you can say, Amen and ponder it yourself and power on through it in wheee, (3) shame and glee, and write on, unjustifiably, but on (and on), moreover-endlessly, trying for our own originality, somehow despite, even Andre yup, him too, this verily same thought was written thousands years before by the Psalmist, The Preacher, the King Solomon, and taught to me as a young boy, in that poet's native tongue, Hebrew, "there is nothing new under the sun"^                                                                                          <nml>
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Oct 26, 2025
Oct 26, 2025 at 11:07 AM UTC
"Everything that needs to be said has already been said..."
FPOTD: 10/23/25 7:05am Everything that needs to be said has already been said. But since no one was listening, everything must be said again. —André Gide <><><> Preface ---- stumble in the old-man-manner, a long sleep full of unremembered dreams, my watch happily informs nmI is, was, am. 'fully rested' after a wonderful evening of Mediterranean  delicacies,   and Dance, French ballet dancers exquisite, who mold their bodies in homage to gravitation, but more on that in a later "episode' let's us re~rebellion re-begin: ~~~~~ Po<>em stumble in the old-man-manner, grab my tablet and helloooooo,oooo, am greeted by the above, Les Mots d'André Gide(1) before eye opened, before my elixir of Caribbean mixture, this hard slap of wr but dryly, words, naively knocks me, totters me, and before I read on further, the composition stretches my mind, to confess, to admit, to knowing that you and I have long silently all (along) have known this, "Everything that needs to be said has already been said." and yet we write; we, by the mega~thousands come to homage ourselves, using words, presumably sequentially never prior ever~uttered, and a grizzled unshaven face, his father~confessor, his bathroom mirror, e-mocks me-with kindly grace, that we should (n)ever have had that peculiar thought, n(ever ever) pass through our brains... and the courage to cease, thus to please, is right here - right now, beggar my thoughts to go elsewhere, in embarrassed silent priv-a-see, and you can say, Amen and ponder it yourself and power on through it in wheee, (3) shame and glee, and write on, unjustifiably, but on (and on), moreover-endlessly, trying for our own originality, somehow despite, even Andre yup, him too, this verily same thought was written thousands years before by the Psalmist, The Preacher, the King Solomon, and taught to me as a young boy, in that poet's native tongue, Hebrew, "there is nothing new under the sun"^                                                                                          <nml>
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I know what i have I'm aware it should feel like the moon and stars were hung. Just for me. By her. That doesn't stop my heart from wanting more. My brain, my sanity, my focus They've been tied to my heart's hip as it runs Head first into the cyclone The cyclone of wanting more You can't see it And I want to tell you I want to look into your diamond eyes as I say, "Can you hold me a little longer? Please?"
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Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 7:46 AM UTC
Longing.
Like a life cycle Moving on again and again  Seeing a movie life is a short cut But there is always a but? Riding a horse beautiful Flowing hair chestnut       But when? Will life change/rearrange/emerge Can we erase and start over to begin Smart revenge or perfect win We never know what will be coming soon? The full moon reckoning The big happening Start living Falling in a category losing No crying just loving Keep trying wasting away dying      No meddling/ Gifts of giving Creating loving words     In writing   New Birth developing       But when? A star to wish upon Pollution air rushing Tornado destroying But two people Take the moment True love-  hugging Good stirring- resettling But When? Not everyone   Will be welcoming Words crash thundering Everything has a sign But when -Good luck Entering              baking                          whisking But when is the part seeking In a flash of an eye we will be gone            Blinking
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Jul 6, 2023
Jul 6, 2023 at 11:27 AM UTC
But When?
Should I hide complex emotions from you? Pull out my heart to bleed on the floor Promise me you'll keep it safe Even if lacking qualities you are searching for Feeling faint I count imperfections Sincerity leading my voice One by one petals plucked proving patience Each dripping with the stubbornness of my choice With darkest intentions harbored The silence sins subtly cast Trust no words besides memories Carry lessons from the past I will not reach out for your hand Close to an honest profession Bite my lip in anticipation Peeling off skins Battling confessions The planet quiet for a brief instant Coming apart under gaze Breathing in moisture from feelings shared Love set on fire Cloudy haze In clutches of uncontrollable desire Caught by attraction attempting to hide Life ripping apart with ease World determined to wholly divide I must be foolishly enchanted Have to break the spell Breathing is raspy and ragged Can feel my windpipe swell It's up to you to save my soul Chosen to make the call Hate how you let me suffocate You loathe my newly built wall I'm afraid to show I am vulnerable I put on a frigid act Although needing you close to me Never let you know that fact
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Apr 21, 2023
Apr 21, 2023 at 4:49 AM UTC
Vulnerable
part of me wants to scream I want to scream out to the world to get them to understand I want to scream until there isn’t a single breath left in my lungs until they sting with the energy , I've expended and my words hang in the air for all to hear to be a poet you must write with a certain passion live with the satisfaction that you can constantly assemble phrases words and lines because to truly write you must feel you must freely write your emotion you must learn to let go of your darkest secrets allow the words to flow from your mind liberate yourselves from mental slavery they cannot comprehend why I write I am striving for inner peace fighting for the freedom of my soul writing is my form of release because sometimes poetry is not a release of emotion but an escape of emotion moments & raw emotions these aren't things ready made we fear what we know but do not understand we are loose at the seams pretending to fine Yet desiring to be heard understood from the core of our poems our souls © Jennifer Delong  🦏 8/14/18
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Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 2:54 PM UTC
**Emotions**
------------- do you have moments where you can’t imagine a future? you’re lying there staring at the same walls same ceilings same words with nothing but the same feelings- empty and pale like there’s no reason to go on when you can’t even do enough to fail the future is coming but you can’t imagine yourself in it where you just want to stop everything and just sit there for a while maybe not forever as that’s too permanent, but something close to it when you feel like there's a rope around your neck Is it just depression or is it the loneliness when you don't know but you know you can't continue to feel this way © Jennifer Delong 11/7/18
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Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 2:44 PM UTC
🥺 Depression 🥺
Sometimes , I wanna disappear Sometimes , I wanna just quit I wonder why , I always keep going I don't see anything in my future that , I am so in need of I am still alone I am still struggling It's these times I really just feel the pain burning my soul How can one go through so much pain , hurt and still just keep living Knowing there's more to come Like a punch in the gut Where's the reason Where's the purpose Why not just disappear It's not like anyone would notice So maybe , I will just Disappear :: © Jennifer L DeLong 2/2021::
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Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 6:08 AM UTC
Disappear
Inspection leads some men to brief resurrection, But that course can also lead to a defection. There’s often some needing, for a frenzy of feeding, When we seek to feast, on an ego that’s bleeding. Is it real or some mirage, lost in forest or garage? So many casualties of truth, how can we triage? And this is that place too well we all know, that if you disagree well that’s just your ego. And right or wrong you must submit, Or be tossed from the circle a dishonorable **** How is it we can be so blind, to not see we are of a kind. Who run about with desperate shouts, without a mindful mind. In the dark I see a wraith Perhaps a remnant of our faith, Ephemeral and tinged with rust Forgotten father of our trust. I’m not speaking here to thee, what’s this paradox I see But you said that, no I did not, Oh, what a travesty! Walk a mile in my shoes, see for yourself what you may lose, Perhaps you’ll find the fit so right that it awakes you in the night. And there you’ll lie and toss and turn, amidst the loss amidst the burn Oh, sad child who would not learn Please say a prayer for me.
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Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 1:34 PM UTC
Inspection/Reflection
One day My man, a gentle knight, Will know the pain in my eyes Hidden by my streetwise style He’ll detect the buttoned down toned tight tremble in my chest the chill of my breath And he will lay every piece of armour down To come bravely Tenderly With silence to listen to the words and feelings turning the rhythm of my sobs Into a partner dance Ears and eyes, heart and soul Moving our bare bones to the wisdom presented by hearts that are Truth faced And with this presence and kindness I will surrender knowing finally I am safe.
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Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 6:09 PM UTC
Gentle Knight
On some cold nights, oh, I miss you, So I cling for my teddy when I'm alone, Wishing that I could still call your phone, So I cling to my teddy when I'm alone, But he doesn't have your heart-beat, I can't hear its rhythmic thump in my ear, Close to my heart where I held you dear, And he doesn't smell like the way you do, No trace of your intoxicating sweat or perfume, Missing a scent that used to be all over my bedroom, You see, my teddy is soft and furry, And not firm and steady, Like the way I remember you, With my head on your chest, Forgetting time and space, You kissing me half-dressed , And he doesn't sound like you, He can't mumble into my chest, Telling he loves me too, He can't bite and whisper into my ear, Making my legs give way as he says, All he wants to be is here, with me, He can't breathe down and lick my neck, Making me double-take in breath, My body becoming a nervous wreck, My teddy is warm and comforting, But he can't pull me closer into him, Wrapping my legs around his waist, I can't kiss him to remember your taste, And he can't kiss me before I go to bed, Right where I need it, on my forehead, His paws cant draw lines down my body, Like the way you could with your hands, Send electricity through every part of me, And I can't wear my teddy's clothes, Because well he doesn't really have those, But you took all yours, but that's how it goes My teddy is cute and adorable, But to compare his face to yours is laughable, Because you are so beautiful, Especially when you were joyful, Some nights alone I miss you, And I cling to my teddy wishing it were you, Hoping it to be good enough to replace you, That it could never be anything close to you, I'm just clinging to long-past memories of you, But you're long gone so my teddy will just do, Because you're not coming back to my room, You're not going to replace my teddy with the real you, You're not going to slide next to and cuddle me, You're not going to come in and say that you love me, You're no longer even a real person, But a ghost of memories that continue to haunt me, But I still want you, desperately, clinging to my teddy, Trying to regrow the piece of my heart you took from me.
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Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 7:00 PM UTC
You're Not Him
On some cold nights, oh, I miss you, So I cling for my teddy when I'm alone, Wishing that I could still call your phone, So I cling to my teddy when I'm alone, But he doesn't have your heart-beat, I can't hear its rhythmic thump in my ear, Close to my heart where I held you dear, And he doesn't smell like the way you do, No trace of your intoxicating sweat or perfume, Missing a scent that used to be all over my bedroom, You see, my teddy is soft and furry, And not firm and steady, Like the way I remember you, With my head on your chest, Forgetting time and space, You kissing me half-dressed , And he doesn't sound like you, He can't mumble into my chest, Telling he loves me too, He can't bite and whisper into my ear, Making my legs give way as he says, All he wants to be is here, with me, He can't breathe down and lick my neck, Making me double-take in breath, My body becoming a nervous wreck, My teddy is warm and comforting, But he can't pull me closer into him, Wrapping my legs around his waist, I can't kiss him to remember your taste, And he can't kiss me before I go to bed, Right where I need it, on my forehead, His paws cant draw lines down my body, Like the way you could with your hands, Send electricity through every part of me, And I can't wear my teddy's clothes, Because well he doesn't really have those, But you took all yours, but that's how it goes My teddy is cute and adorable, But to compare his face to yours is laughable, Because you are so beautiful, Especially when you were joyful, Some nights alone I miss you, And I cling to my teddy wishing it were you, Hoping it to be good enough to replace you, That it could never be anything close to you, I'm just clinging to long-past memories of you, But you're long gone so my teddy will just do, Because you're not coming back to my room, You're not going to replace my teddy with the real you, You're not going to slide next to and cuddle me, You're not going to come in and say that you love me, You're no longer even a real person, But a ghost of memories that continue to haunt me, But I still want you, desperately, clinging to my teddy, Trying to regrow the piece of my heart you took from me.
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I want a cigarette but I need to stop smoking to improve my health and optimise my joy and happiness.
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Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 12:18 AM UTC
Wanting versus Needing
Red lipped and her smile Is everything, her teeth shine Like the pearls against the pale Skin at the tip of her neck, she Claws at my skin, the pain throbs For a second, drawing a little blood Would you cross her? Knowing her Hurricane mind? Coming out to play To feel her tigress soul, wild but free She doesn't pretend to be anyone Only herself with a power like no Other, a control willed by her heart Motivated by the butterfly in her veins There is a hunger to pounce, to run with The wind, she carries class, savagery and A deep loyalty others had tried to poison But a paw put down is all that is necessary To call it a point.
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Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 11:45 AM UTC
Tigress
Desire is delicious It's the lingering taste upon my tongue it's the exsquisite pleasure of tasting something so delicious It leaves the trace upon a soul It leaves you wanting needing more That temptation to try only a bite Yet it leaves you craving that tingling tasteful delightful feeling you get when you get a little more You can't have a little you got to have it once more So what's your desire so delicious that leaves you craving more © Jennifer Delong 2/19
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Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 8:45 AM UTC
Delicious Desire
i'm a fool for you one day without you with me and pop goes my heart.
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Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 11:50 AM UTC
haiku about lust
I'm so messed up, and so ****** but your magical, and amazingly pretty…. And every-time i think about you, I can't help but cry, Because somehow in God’s plan, I earned you, don’t know how or why. Your an angel, so divine. Completely holy, sanctified. We don't, cant. It just doesn't make sense. But without you i'm just so tense…. I'm just another piece of trash, throw me away. I can earn your love, one day... Week in, and my heart can't stop pumping, God, i hope you never hurt or dump me. Blood rushes to my head, If this keeps up, one of us will end up dead! Saying rash things and having bad ideas. Except now I have a reason, Write a song and hope to the day, That you love this one, like you loved the one i wrote yesterday… Do anything, long as it’s for you! Even if you ask completely out of the blue! God I'm, so, stupidly stressed, Being away from you for so long, makes me want to go on a quest. Need to save you, from a giant spiky tortoise, Dodge his fireballs and continue on, I have a crazy purpose…. Get to your chamber, unlock the doors, Being told your elsewhere, I fall on all fours. Readjust my shroomy hat, and off I go, To save my princess, cause you couldn't find a Mario. But i don't mind, not in the slightest. Long as I’m on my quest, I’m covered in your brightness. I can’t breathe, or think, without you listening. My heartbeat, near you, is incredibly crippling. I want to... Will you let me? I'm in young love, and i can't flee. Wouldn't want to if i could, i love this Spider’s trap, I'm so enraptured by it, just like rhyme and rap… Messed up on adrenaline, and the way your hair smells, I’m hearing the sound of all the school bells, Signaling we must be apart yet again, But my love for you is impossible to comprehend... So wait for me, dearest, I’ll save you yet! Until, our love, long this poem, is finished, so never I bet.
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Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 3:40 PM UTC
Man.... **** Bowser.
I'm so messed up, and so ****** but your magical, and amazingly pretty…. And every-time i think about you, I can't help but cry, Because somehow in God’s plan, I earned you, don’t know how or why. Your an angel, so divine. Completely holy, sanctified. We don't, cant. It just doesn't make sense. But without you i'm just so tense…. I'm just another piece of trash, throw me away. I can earn your love, one day... Week in, and my heart can't stop pumping, God, i hope you never hurt or dump me. Blood rushes to my head, If this keeps up, one of us will end up dead! Saying rash things and having bad ideas. Except now I have a reason, Write a song and hope to the day, That you love this one, like you loved the one i wrote yesterday… Do anything, long as it’s for you! Even if you ask completely out of the blue! God I'm, so, stupidly stressed, Being away from you for so long, makes me want to go on a quest. Need to save you, from a giant spiky tortoise, Dodge his fireballs and continue on, I have a crazy purpose…. Get to your chamber, unlock the doors, Being told your elsewhere, I fall on all fours. Readjust my shroomy hat, and off I go, To save my princess, cause you couldn't find a Mario. But i don't mind, not in the slightest. Long as I’m on my quest, I’m covered in your brightness. I can’t breathe, or think, without you listening. My heartbeat, near you, is incredibly crippling. I want to... Will you let me? I'm in young love, and i can't flee. Wouldn't want to if i could, i love this Spider’s trap, I'm so enraptured by it, just like rhyme and rap… Messed up on adrenaline, and the way your hair smells, I’m hearing the sound of all the school bells, Signaling we must be apart yet again, But my love for you is impossible to comprehend... So wait for me, dearest, I’ll save you yet! Until, our love, long this poem, is finished, so never I bet.
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Be your wants: you can have it all.
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Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 2:23 AM UTC
be who you are
You say no one cares You say that there's no one who wants you No one that needs you around But I have to ask Are you blind? Did you not see my gaze? Did you not feel my touch? Did you not sense my feelings? Did I not voice them to you? Did you not hear my cry? Did you not savor my speech? Am I invisible? I ask you simply Am I not enough? Should I wait in the shadows? For your glancing touch? Should I hide and wait? For something that may never be? Should I run for the hills? Never to be seen again? Why can you not see? That I was there all along. Wanting your touch. Wanting your gaze. You run around Talking to all But here I sit waiting For you to finally see See my heart Laying upon this platter Beating so softly Until no more
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Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 11:13 PM UTC
Are you blind?
Is it wrong to.. Feel too much Do too much Like too much Love too much Trust in your gut and your heart and soul trying to find control. The balance between lust and fate Love and hate . Searching finding loving learning .. ....wanting needing getting having ..
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Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
Is it wrong ..
If your the type to only breathe through the stitches of your camisole. And if you always taste like mint, when kissed on the mouth. Just because you don't want them smell, the self hate. That resides in the back of your throat in your breath. You're also the type to call me up six am asking for a Friend
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Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 5:32 PM UTC
My Type
No one knows how my soul searches for you during the darkest night Or how my feet gravitate towards your street on the regular The air cold like your soul caresses my skin The sounds of guitars and melodies decorating the streets in the distance My starving heart aches to be fed by your presence No one knows, truly knows The scar you've left on my existence
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Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 11:29 AM UTC
No One Knows