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#overdue
If you have me read like a book that's overdue. It'll seem like you had me on your hook you threw. When you're in between my lines, read your heart out. It means you're finally between bars, eat your heart out. Now that I got backbone, im finally singing chords spinally. Top of the line, Stinging with my words finally. Moving beyond rhyme, I'll sit to reason, not because I can't stand you.
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Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 11:08 AM UTC
Return of the book
somedays cannot be spoiled, a dumb grin face stuck, as if you super glued your crescent lips upward bound, a general anesthesia of a solid good piece of news inbound, levitating the spirit, and your morning water been spiked, with shots of serotonin some of us here have haunted the pathways of poetry and writing here, for many years, decades, and lifecycles catch up, and in 2025, lost two great story tellers to a disease that has no real true cure, and too oft, just battled with stalling, rear guard retreats, that ***** life from the body one cell at a time, and the taste of living is just a perma-constant Sour Patch Kids candy and this quietly fouled my mental nest, tinged winter skies, an even sadder shade of gray, souring my winter affect, and made writing joyous poems, harder than black ebony or red mahogany, not impassible, just harder to extract from the fog of time that makes one forget what one needs, wants, to remember every writer, every write, brings value into the world, each a newborn child wrenched from our consciousness, ejected, imperfect, needing affections, slow consideration, all differentiated, all human all different all alive today, got great news! another poet, has beaten back the scourge, and thus I’m stuck here smiling and crying, making this one come slow fast, harder and softer, but for awhile, I will be annoyingly happy, even satisfied, with my meager portion of joy and relief, will delay googling how to unstick lips that have been glued together, leaving me looking like an emoji in this real life Jan. 17, 2026
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Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 7:26 AM UTC
good news, a stuck smile, an overdue poem
somedays cannot be spoiled, a dumb grin face stuck, as if you super glued your crescent lips upward bound, a general anesthesia of a solid good piece of news inbound, levitating the spirit, and your morning water been spiked, with shots of serotonin some of us here have haunted the pathways of poetry and writing here, for many years, decades, and lifecycles catch up, and in 2025, lost two great story tellers to a disease that has no real true cure, and too oft, just battled with stalling, rear guard retreats, that ***** life from the body one cell at a time, and the taste of living is just a perma-constant Sour Patch Kids candy and this quietly fouled my mental nest, tinged winter skies, an even sadder shade of gray, souring my winter affect, and made writing joyous poems, harder than black ebony or red mahogany, not impassible, just harder to extract from the fog of time that makes one forget what one needs, wants, to remember every writer, every write, brings value into the world, each a newborn child wrenched from our consciousness, ejected, imperfect, needing affections, slow consideration, all differentiated, all human all different all alive today, got great news! another poet, has beaten back the scourge, and thus I’m stuck here smiling and crying, making this one come slow fast, harder and softer, but for awhile, I will be annoyingly happy, even satisfied, with my meager portion of joy and relief, will delay googling how to unstick lips that have been glued together, leaving me looking like an emoji in this real life Jan. 17, 2026
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When I say I care little about you Please know it's the absolute full amount of truth I hate that I can't scream it at you Won't forget all you put us through Just another father on paper, a DAD tattoo I swore it wouldn't be a preview Now I look in the mirror and take a swing at you I try to break through to this other dimension too pull you through Take back a lifetime that doesn't belong to you Do my best too squeezed it out of you Count to three, pull on two, forced to play and pay what's due Not on queue, but life caught up with you Couldn't have happened too a more deserving fool, though way overdue I didn't cling to tissue, I knew I wouldn't miss you Already grieved for you back in '02 And I knew I'd never let the son of your son know you Not as a man I knew, not as nothin' but a cautionary tale of what not to do With both middle fingers to the earth I say thank you ©2023
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Dec 1, 2023
Dec 1, 2023 at 8:08 PM UTC
~•§•~ DAD Tattoo ~•§•~
I thought our fate was intertwined, But it turned out that I was just blind. No matter how hard I try, we never touch. I want to do my best to be okay and such. You were my friend, I knew I could always trust you, But you came back to visit and you were brand new. The time between passed, and we’d forgotten each other, It seemed like we were no longer there for one another. You came back though and we had a couple laughs, But it’s obvious we’re on separate paths. I know I gotta say goodbye, it’s the right thing to do, But a proper goodbye is long overdue.
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Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 3:03 PM UTC
Just a Poem
I have lied I have been so jealous of you Your glittering family, words overdue And all the green paper you can draw I have wanted to be you my girl, a searing fire, whenever I saw you light sheen of sweat over my hands clutched together, lips clammed I have seen nothing but yet want everything because it's you; your words, your touch, your life And most of all I want to watch you fall Away or closer, for me or for else I cannot -bear- you being perfect
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Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 1:57 AM UTC
Overdue Words
I looked at you, as if you were someone new and that's when I knew I had been freed from the blues that you left me to deal with, and it was overdue.
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Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 11:55 PM UTC
Overdue
Tonight, I must go. I was almost sure I belonged, But how many more years Should I tell myself that? Memories of those Long happy nights, Make me think What use is it to reminisce What I, alone, can remember? Tomorrow, I will go out As if nothing is amiss. I have done so before, But half-heartedly. I listened closely To see if my absence was noticed, I had found no murmurs No stirrings, Not even an insult Or a condescending remark: It was as if I had not left at all, And with a bruised ego, I found out that I never had a place here. So I rushed back I worked hard I did my best And yet I am ready to leave again And the taste of the midnight air Is the still the same; I will not be missed, Nor shall my effort be remembered. I will be back, someday Maybe 10, 20 years from now. Will you wait for me? If I silently let my years pass And let time Harden my fingertips And wrinkle my face Will you all of a sudden Remember the passion With which I was embroiled? When I return Will you welcome me again? It’s not as if I want to go. I must. Like most of everyone before me, I had found what I loved However, We are much too fickle to love. Where I lack in conviction I am sure to make up with time lost Wondering how it could have been. If you had ever been left behind, Or are trying your best to move forward, I am sure you understand How much I want to chase you. If only I could be happy In your pursuit. I will always look for you, You are the poems I’ve committed to heart, You are the plays that I had practiced in my bedroom, The speeches I memorized and picked apart, You are the sonnets I’ve tried to write, You are the long letters I’ve never finished, You were my sole frustration for most of my life, I was obsessed with you, Yet I have nothing to show for it. I will always look for you, However, you cannot look for me. I will not be anywhere But here, Far back Looking onwards, from the past, At the back of your neck as it smudges in the distance With falling leaves Rain Petals that lost their way In an August gust And the horizon That blurs As the sun sets. Goodbye, goodbye, I love you, I love you, Perhaps I shall see you sometime again But not now And not ever with me.
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Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 12:22 PM UTC
Overdue Notice
Tonight, I must go. I was almost sure I belonged, But how many more years Should I tell myself that? Memories of those Long happy nights, Make me think What use is it to reminisce What I, alone, can remember? Tomorrow, I will go out As if nothing is amiss. I have done so before, But half-heartedly. I listened closely To see if my absence was noticed, I had found no murmurs No stirrings, Not even an insult Or a condescending remark: It was as if I had not left at all, And with a bruised ego, I found out that I never had a place here. So I rushed back I worked hard I did my best And yet I am ready to leave again And the taste of the midnight air Is the still the same; I will not be missed, Nor shall my effort be remembered. I will be back, someday Maybe 10, 20 years from now. Will you wait for me? If I silently let my years pass And let time Harden my fingertips And wrinkle my face Will you all of a sudden Remember the passion With which I was embroiled? When I return Will you welcome me again? It’s not as if I want to go. I must. Like most of everyone before me, I had found what I loved However, We are much too fickle to love. Where I lack in conviction I am sure to make up with time lost Wondering how it could have been. If you had ever been left behind, Or are trying your best to move forward, I am sure you understand How much I want to chase you. If only I could be happy In your pursuit. I will always look for you, You are the poems I’ve committed to heart, You are the plays that I had practiced in my bedroom, The speeches I memorized and picked apart, You are the sonnets I’ve tried to write, You are the long letters I’ve never finished, You were my sole frustration for most of my life, I was obsessed with you, Yet I have nothing to show for it. I will always look for you, However, you cannot look for me. I will not be anywhere But here, Far back Looking onwards, from the past, At the back of your neck as it smudges in the distance With falling leaves Rain Petals that lost their way In an August gust And the horizon That blurs As the sun sets. Goodbye, goodbye, I love you, I love you, Perhaps I shall see you sometime again But not now And not ever with me.
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I knew that the last day will come that the first day will come that all this is already it's long overdue that I was long in the last day and in the first I knew I knew everything from the beginning from the very end my soul has always known this she always knew that I'm at the same time dead and alive 11.07.18
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Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 6:46 AM UTC
First And Last Day.
I'm done I'm through There's nothing more that I can do My life is ******* My heart came unglued My rents overdue My car died, my problems grew So I'm telling you I want to turn that wonderful hue A nice pale blue
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Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC
**** This
This bar has seen the past as it has been washed clean by today. Known the scars of fights past lingered in the moment only to see it replay. Old friends and past faces we've known together so many years now I stand alone. This bar is part of my soul as a ghost I remain long after my life and these doors come to a close. To the raised glass and closing time dance . Are waters have seen many a storm tomorrow will be no different my friends. Amber the whiskey gold held to light the pint glasses perfect hew . Time has left us all fragmented time breaks the soul ,time is all that is the history of me and you. A toast to the nights they paint magic without canvas my thoughts a evergreen signs of neon cast the best ******* shadows my dear. This bar stands eternal a ghost as myself . The fog holds mystery but none for you . Closing time has come . Cherish your thoughts for it's all we truly ever own my friends .
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC
This Bar