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the Universe speaks in many varied ways first this way and then another voices within movement within stillness a light touch, a stubbed big toe, a cry of pain 'OUCH' a soothing compassion' a hopping around.
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Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 9:47 AM UTC
voices
Spending too much time exploring one's own pain is an inherent hazard of a poetic mind
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Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 3:09 PM UTC
Duke of Hazards
Wisdom teeth Pulling our natural teeth from our faces for our future Offense is the best defense Pull all four even if only one is troubling you Though the other three may be peaceful they are not useful Of no use to me Save the time, energy, and pain to feel them all at once It's better to really hurt for a moment than feel the dull absent presence for a while They may have been peaceful I should have asked to keep the one who tried to stay One, two, Four pieces I feel you deep in my face when you’re gone Now you’re charred biohazard material Ash that once was me Choking some stranger instead of a cigarette, Ouch.
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Sep 19, 2024
Sep 19, 2024 at 10:47 PM UTC
Ow.
Lawrence Hall, HSG [email protected]                                         A Bee Upon my Knee                                   A Rhyme for Brave Children                                      From a Whiny Grownup A bee upon my knee It hurt’ed me It stung me with a sting And died, poor thing
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Apr 20, 2024
Apr 20, 2024 at 12:00 PM UTC
A Bee Upon my Knee - a rhyme for brave children from a whiny grownup
I really do love love, But love does not love me. I love his hands upon my skin, Though bruised my skin will be. I love his kisses on my head, Without them I’m as good as dead. I love love though it breaks me, So why does love just hate me?
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Jan 2, 2024
Jan 2, 2024 at 7:51 PM UTC
Love hates me
Hi, How are ya? I was just checking in, Wanted to see how you, Were holding up. Ya know, Without me. Glad to hear you’re doing well, How’s work been? Oh, I told you that you’d get promoted! That’s so awesome. Me? Yeah, I’m doing fine, Ya know, Living. What’s wrong? Oh… You’ve been seeing someone? Well, That’s... Great, Truly great. You deserve to be happy, Ya know, That’s all I ever wanted for you. Of course I understand, You need to know that, I always cared, I just… Cared too much and, Well you were there, You know how it all, Turned out. Well anyway, I’m glad to hear that, you’re doing amazing. I know I said this before, But I just wanted to say, Again, That if you ever need, Anything, Just please feel free, To reach out. Okay, Sounds good. Take care.
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Oct 26, 2023
Oct 26, 2023 at 8:21 PM UTC
Just Checking In...
Sometimes I think about everywhere we've been, and the innumerable unreproducible moments But then I remember quietly fighting about homeschooling in a Denny's Sometimes I feel like I'll never connect in the same way with another person But then I remember that I am dramatic and each intimate connection is unique Sometimes I finally am finishing watching our last show that I just haven't had the breadth to pick back up again And I remember the exact way in a specific moment of the show that you laughed And how many times you laughed that same way through the years And I feel pain, deep in my heart But then I remember, pain never really fully leaves
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Jun 20, 2022
Jun 20, 2022 at 7:45 PM UTC
Ouch?
When I planted those flowers And grew them for you I never thought of what you’d do Perennials they were, with gorgeous hues But you took them and cut them out of the blue Stuck them in a vase for everyone to see Watered them lightly until they wilted And want faded away Those flowers To me We’re me and you The love that we grew Cherished and knew And at the first sign of beauty You snatched them right up New blossoms could not bloom For you came in on cue Withered and wrinkled Discarded and dry Colors all lost Beauty long squashed We were flowers in bloom And we will bloom again But the ugly remainder Of what was and will be Will always lay there In the trash
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Apr 3, 2022
Apr 3, 2022 at 6:55 PM UTC
Flowers
Wooden, splinter Ouch Stupid box
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Mar 20, 2022
Mar 20, 2022 at 3:45 PM UTC
The Box
Suppose, it is a toe, one of your own, hurting like hell, as our culture defines acceptible and unacceptible degrees of pain, hurting like hell, is always something we can live with, once the pain goes away, hell itself being only a feeling fit way to speak of chronic pain, same as, so what; hurting like hell, is always something we can live with, until we die, because there is no cause I can accuse, in good cultured to send such pain to remind a man that time is passing and with that there is always a good measure of senseless pain we never mind, until we take step, unmindful, of that toe.
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Oct 2, 2021
Oct 2, 2021 at 7:16 PM UTC
One wrong step...
You know it will burn, but you bite it anyway, because it tastes good.
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Mar 12, 2021
Mar 12, 2021 at 9:21 AM UTC
Haiku pizza.
"i love you !" i say as i tear myself open with how much i still think you don't love me back like i do what a clown i make, what a sad excuse for a friend not to tell you i was so insecure about us, that i'd rather cry on the way home than in your house. i won't apologize for feeling, but i'm sorry for lying.
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Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 5:02 AM UTC
Untitled
coming to the realization that if i could let myself die slowly, i would, was the worst christmas present i could give myself. there comes a moment where you are so miserable that you can't even pity your own **** self, self hate is so stupid, so time consuming and egotistical, and yet i cant stop it. i can't shut it up. i am an ugly child, and i don't remember how to live like an adult when the world around me crumbles and cannot hold me up anymore.
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Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 4:41 AM UTC
Untitled
i only love the kindness i give to you and i hate all the rest, what do i offer the world day after day except the bitterness of someone who can't be bothered to live for real, what good am i, for myself. i don't know. i don't know and i'm tired of trying.
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Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 4:19 AM UTC
i miss the spark
please don't leave your absence is unbearably hard to swallow difficult to stomach painful to digest but you force me to eat every bite on the plate filled with static it tastes like blood it is so confusing shocking and metallic stinging my tongue and hurting burning my throat please i don't want this but you left and so i have no choice but to choke on this empty breakfast this is not nourishment this is poison
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Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 7:02 PM UTC
if loss was my breakfast
You were the sun Lately, all you do is burn my skin.
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Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 3:31 PM UTC
Sunburnt
huffed you’re fumes sang the blues ran through a light blue twilight i lose cause i always choose your misery over a good night lifeless in the body of 20 year old the sun is rising but my bones are cold i wilted like a rose at your toes decomposed
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Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 8:42 AM UTC
decomposed
************ with sandpaper,                          smoothing the wood...
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Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 3:32 PM UTC
Tough love 6w
ouch
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Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 2:09 AM UTC
my heart
Carrots are killers don't ya know breaking off teeth while ya chew off to the dentist I had to go feeling the pain yes, it's true Sat in the chair the doc and hygienist my only view it took em awhile with pliers he smiled and snapped up my last wisdom too...
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Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 10:50 AM UTC
Now, I'm just a wise guy, minus, my wisdom
I never thought the words you’d say would be someone else’s your smiles, lies open ended promises, love turned disguises, heartache and prizes. last words said too late. new ones said so early. i’m beginning to think your love for me was just you in a hurry— destination: her. me, nothing but her seat warmer.
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Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 7:31 AM UTC
I never thought.
"You suffocate me. while I stare at your belongings on the wall, I lay in this bed made of heartache. The silence is deafening while I think of you over, and over again. They claim I’ve been suffering from some type of sickness, they’re right, although it’s a whole other kind of sickness. A sickness created in the middle of the night, faster than the blink of an eye. A decaying body, infested with the words that you used to sing to me, I watch as the maggots crawl over me, filling the gaps within my useless heart. The melancholy in this heavy fog of nostalgia that I feel is relentless, I try and scurry away like a mouse, but unfortunately I wasn’t fast enough, the trap you set for me has definitely broken my neck by now. I can’t say my death is peaceful, because I’m absolutely and completely suffering from you. They all want to know why I want to leave, why be so quick and careless, I can’t help but immediately think of you, these walls are drenched in memories of you, I can’t help but wish to paint over them like I have tried so many times before, but it is of no use, the fresh paint will dry as fast as these rolling tears upon my cheek, and soon chip away. Slowly chipping away my sanity the way you chipped away my walls to let you in. I let you in, just for you to paint over my luminescent walls with black tar. I’m forever stained now by your hands, breath, looks, even voice. It seems there is no escaping you, after all this time I still see you laying in my bed, driving around this ghost town, eating the same food I would. It hurts more and more. I don’t have a home anymore, for this place that should be a home is desolate, with only memories. I’m not alive anymore, I’ve been dead for a long time, living is being in the present and moving on, I live in memories, memories of us. Forgetting the world when I was with you was as easy as breathing, and now all I can focus on now is the world, thinking all the time of how you and I were supposed to be in it together, instead we are separated by irrelevant words. I know you’re hurting too, but in a different way, you don’t sit and watch the clouds go by feeling the pain in the back of your throat when you’re holding back tears of pain. That is all I am now, in pain, suffering."
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Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 12:32 AM UTC
Death by heartache
"You suffocate me. while I stare at your belongings on the wall, I lay in this bed made of heartache. The silence is deafening while I think of you over, and over again. They claim I’ve been suffering from some type of sickness, they’re right, although it’s a whole other kind of sickness. A sickness created in the middle of the night, faster than the blink of an eye. A decaying body, infested with the words that you used to sing to me, I watch as the maggots crawl over me, filling the gaps within my useless heart. The melancholy in this heavy fog of nostalgia that I feel is relentless, I try and scurry away like a mouse, but unfortunately I wasn’t fast enough, the trap you set for me has definitely broken my neck by now. I can’t say my death is peaceful, because I’m absolutely and completely suffering from you. They all want to know why I want to leave, why be so quick and careless, I can’t help but immediately think of you, these walls are drenched in memories of you, I can’t help but wish to paint over them like I have tried so many times before, but it is of no use, the fresh paint will dry as fast as these rolling tears upon my cheek, and soon chip away. Slowly chipping away my sanity the way you chipped away my walls to let you in. I let you in, just for you to paint over my luminescent walls with black tar. I’m forever stained now by your hands, breath, looks, even voice. It seems there is no escaping you, after all this time I still see you laying in my bed, driving around this ghost town, eating the same food I would. It hurts more and more. I don’t have a home anymore, for this place that should be a home is desolate, with only memories. I’m not alive anymore, I’ve been dead for a long time, living is being in the present and moving on, I live in memories, memories of us. Forgetting the world when I was with you was as easy as breathing, and now all I can focus on now is the world, thinking all the time of how you and I were supposed to be in it together, instead we are separated by irrelevant words. I know you’re hurting too, but in a different way, you don’t sit and watch the clouds go by feeling the pain in the back of your throat when you’re holding back tears of pain. That is all I am now, in pain, suffering."
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