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#package
Like a pigeon that drops it's package. Peace sure does pack age. If it's dropped maybe someone else pack catch. Now that the pigeon is free it can peck cage.
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Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 11:39 AM UTC
Packet loss
Pull me Push me Force me And trap me Build me Create me Destroy me Lie to me Wrap me Seal me Deliver me And ship me No matter how much You try No matter how much It hurts I will escape
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Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 6:44 AM UTC
Cookie Cutter
I bet that man, he with his white cap, smashed my box against the wall as he so carelessly dumped my package on the doorstep.
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Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 7:08 PM UTC
**** the Mailman
It's 3 am and no sign of her flight I have waited for countless hours. If my love doesn't come tonight, I'll be stuck here with these flowers. I sat and waited in anticipation Of caressing my beautiful package. I could feel the mounting frustration. Tonight,no lips,satin and cleavage. Every minute,every second I waited, My heartbeat played a very new note. Like when music and poetry debated, I felt love and symphony to my core. Hours went by,no sign of the flight. I squinted,tilted and let out some air There wasn't a lone female in sight. At home ,I found a lady with long hair. IB-Poetry© 17/12/2018
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Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 1:22 AM UTC
Delayed package
#Feast your eyes upon all the                                        mangled                                                 twitching                                                             bodies trapped in the grills of fat and                                                         brown                                                               package                                                                     trucks so far away from the idyllic blades of                                                                  green                                                                         and                                                                            sun crossing pot-hole asphalted rivers where                                                                alligators                                                                         speed                                                                             amuck We all get hurt crossing seemingly                                                        empty                                                            perilous                                                                    streets and end up in some wolf-dressed-as-sheep                                                                     machine's                                                                                sharp                                                                                      teeth are we different from the insects                                                  roaming                                                               on                                                             instinct? If only you could wiggle your body more to the side but the alligator never slows and the wind is a bonafide                                            bully.                                               At least I can see whats ahead, might as well enjoy the ride.#
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Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC
Grasshopper
#Feast your eyes upon all the                                        mangled                                                 twitching                                                             bodies trapped in the grills of fat and                                                         brown                                                               package                                                                     trucks so far away from the idyllic blades of                                                                  green                                                                         and                                                                            sun crossing pot-hole asphalted rivers where                                                                alligators                                                                         speed                                                                             amuck We all get hurt crossing seemingly                                                        empty                                                            perilous                                                                    streets and end up in some wolf-dressed-as-sheep                                                                     machine's                                                                                sharp                                                                                      teeth are we different from the insects                                                  roaming                                                               on                                                             instinct? If only you could wiggle your body more to the side but the alligator never slows and the wind is a bonafide                                            bully.                                               At least I can see whats ahead, might as well enjoy the ride.#
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What you give, you will receive. You give hatred to another, hatred would come back. You give love, love would be given back to you. It works in such mysterious ways, this system. You give hatred to God, you still get love back... I love that...
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 9:13 AM UTC
Package
Art is just a way for some - to organise our thoughts and to deliver them.
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Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 8:56 AM UTC
Art
I am one learning how to carefully seal myself shut; still working on the art of hiding in less obvious spaces that won't give me away, folding myself onto myself like messy origami forming no figure, my pale skin being tinted by sunlight, my hollow cheeks being surrounded by sunny faces that have no idea how much all I want is for the rays to melt these glaciers. I tie my hair with bright red ribbons like I am a present with no future, no past. Might want to unwrap me only to find a box empty, consumed. I do not hold anything for you. I cannot even hold myself for me.
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Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 1:57 AM UTC
Package
Please handle with care we say Please handle with care, Mr. Postman I know you see that sticker all day every day But please handle with care You don't understand our package is important We don't care about the rest I know your numb Mr. Postman But please Handle with care
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Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 11:59 AM UTC
Mr. Postman
Here are the thousand hopes packed in a red coffin Made of yarns and tied with black string It comes with flowers and wrapped in green As if it is so weary; it flashes a grin Here is the sleep packed in wooden jars Unreachable for the latches are worn down Then it comes, decorated in porcelain With cracks spread across and glossed by tears Carve down the ornaments and you shall see The nightmares and scars it hatched When you and I walked down, forlorn To call for Pandora and the hope she’d forgotten Here are the bullets torn down during life The protector and murderer of our own kind They come disguised in arsenic laces Tearing the night and the vulnerable moon princess Carve down the ornaments and you shall see The dreams and bruises it abandoned When you and I walked down upon chaos To call for Erebos and the darkness he caresses
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC
Package