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Where did the phrase: “I don't give a **** Come from? Were they referring to a dam, literally Or figuratively? Was it Clarke Gable in the black and white classics? Was it everyone, Cried out in pain and defence; Massicistic?! Or was it defiance; Claiming what they wanted and not caring what others gained or lost?! Wherever, and whenever, it came from I don't give a **** It's a very visceral phrase, And gets to the heart of the matter.
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Aug 6, 2025
Aug 6, 2025 at 5:02 PM UTC
Frankly, My Dear, I don't give a ****
No more words. You’re right, it’s enough Of mussy clusters of meaningless phrases. All thoughts are chilled and are wrapped in pain. It’s not an interesting story for us. Colors have faded, cleaned out with time. The beauty’s become decrepit in whole. The past has been a depressing burthen. An emptiness’s hanged over us in full. There’re no more words. Feelings are rootless. We’re free of each other. Our love is bootless.
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Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 5:53 PM UTC
No more words
I no longer relive them Now I live with them
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Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 5:20 AM UTC
Memories
Don't worry, I wouldn't let you get that close. Like you have a choice. Try to touch me with anything and I will end you.
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Mar 18, 2022
Mar 18, 2022 at 8:28 AM UTC
10 Foot Pole
Like, the truth of it hits you first, And then afterwards you're like: "Wait, what does that mean?"
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Feb 13, 2022
Feb 13, 2022 at 9:57 AM UTC
She Packs a Punch
Feather light words exhumed heavy as Mussolini's clock coo coo times, chimes and a fascist bird sings; sweet and succinct Taken as is might slight delight The vitiation of words in the phrases Petals dead on a wet, rotted bough
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Sep 3, 2020
Sep 3, 2020 at 5:05 AM UTC
Pound for Pound, Ezra
You dont get to pick and choose Forcing someone or something to be a muse Like nature it grows organically From your heart and mind's insanity Picking up letters and phrases Hands typing quick across the pages The rhymes don't even matter Thoughts always seem to scatter Never satisfied with the image you wrote But it's better than words stuck in your throat
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Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 5:41 PM UTC
Like Nature
these days are hard for us to be unmistaken thought we got lost in the rush or merely we’re not yet awaken rise and recline all the way stuck in this cycle satisfied and then brood over just as fast as the eyes-goggle we repetitively have been metamorphosed and hopefully turn into something immortalised
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Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 5:21 AM UTC
metamorph
there are things you must say, there are things you shall not let your emotions sway every word means a lot yes it is freedom an expression needed to be told feelings in wham thou shall not be bold you shall always feel the need to understand, to accept and to care words enable people to bleed a pain they would not be able to bear
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Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 10:53 PM UTC
thy words
Time’s up, end of the road Nowhere to turn, carrying a heavy load Burden to bear, no returns Beginning of the end, nothing to learn Uphill struggle, Downhill all the way Taking a stance, having your say Moving heaven and earth, not budging at all Taking a break, having a ball Onwards and upwards, down to the wire Less is more, playing with fire Dilly dallying, dog’s dinner All washed up, everyone’s a winner Chancing your arm, hair on your chest Not giving a hoot, being the best Out in the cold, hot on his tail Do not disturb, it’s in the mail The final countdown, the top of the heap Down the garden path, following like sheep Journey’s end, tomorrow’s another day Time waits for no man, living for today Johnny come lately, larger than life Slow on the uptake, trouble and strife From the get-go, the cold light of day In the lap of the gods, nothing to say A window of opportunity, an also-ran Flying high, topping up my tan Guest of honour, tickets at the door Taking a dip, ship to shore Losing the will, taking the **** Giving evidence, class dismissed No confidence vote, majority rules Something out of nothing, only fools By the skin of your teeth, not a hair out of place Wind swept, not in the race The devil you do, wrong end of the stick Missing the point, in the thick of it Going nowhere, driving me mad This way out, both good and bad All washed up, rocky road to ruin Rites of passage, something is brewing Lest we forget, taking a break Clear as mud, for goodness sake Testing times, more than your fair share Top of the ladder, the rightful heir. Master of your destiny, captain of your ship, At the helm, Shooting from the hip Hell on earth, best of a bad bunch Back in a while, out to lunch
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Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 5:53 PM UTC
THE PHRASE
Time’s up, end of the road Nowhere to turn, carrying a heavy load Burden to bear, no returns Beginning of the end, nothing to learn Uphill struggle, Downhill all the way Taking a stance, having your say Moving heaven and earth, not budging at all Taking a break, having a ball Onwards and upwards, down to the wire Less is more, playing with fire Dilly dallying, dog’s dinner All washed up, everyone’s a winner Chancing your arm, hair on your chest Not giving a hoot, being the best Out in the cold, hot on his tail Do not disturb, it’s in the mail The final countdown, the top of the heap Down the garden path, following like sheep Journey’s end, tomorrow’s another day Time waits for no man, living for today Johnny come lately, larger than life Slow on the uptake, trouble and strife From the get-go, the cold light of day In the lap of the gods, nothing to say A window of opportunity, an also-ran Flying high, topping up my tan Guest of honour, tickets at the door Taking a dip, ship to shore Losing the will, taking the **** Giving evidence, class dismissed No confidence vote, majority rules Something out of nothing, only fools By the skin of your teeth, not a hair out of place Wind swept, not in the race The devil you do, wrong end of the stick Missing the point, in the thick of it Going nowhere, driving me mad This way out, both good and bad All washed up, rocky road to ruin Rites of passage, something is brewing Lest we forget, taking a break Clear as mud, for goodness sake Testing times, more than your fair share Top of the ladder, the rightful heir. Master of your destiny, captain of your ship, At the helm, Shooting from the hip Hell on earth, best of a bad bunch Back in a while, out to lunch
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Sometimes we want some people in our life until​ the end of time. But that feeling may not be from both sides. They may not be ardent, they may not be there tomorrow like they're at present. With time, they'll slowly and nicely avoid you. And you'll feel ignored and isolated very soon. You will miss them, thier presence, the memories, everything related to them. This causes pain. But this is not at all your fault. If they don't wish to be with you then simply leave them. If it's easy for them to forget you, you're also brave enough to reciprocate. Let them go. You just don't let the pain occupy your life all the time.
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Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 4:28 AM UTC
11.
Today, I saw your eyes sparkle. Today, I saw you happy; genuinely happy. Today, I saw you. I’m second. I love being second. Second to know that you’re indeed taken. That I will continue my stupidity. I’m sorry. I still plan on confessing. June 1, we graduated. June 1, I promised. In a year I shall confess. If my feelings couldn’t be suppressed. I’ll persevere a year. In a year. I’ll lay my heart open. But it’s just been 2 months and 23 days. I realized I was indeed in love. For I have let you go. But. You’ll never know. Until June 1. I want that heartbreak. To experience pain. To feel that despair of loss. I fell hard. It hurts. I hope it’ll hurt more. So I could feel alive.
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Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 12:37 PM UTC
“Sorry, I Like You”
Thoughts. . . Words. . . Sayings. . . Phrases. . . Stuck inside my head. Most of them - incomplete. Others waiting for their exit. Some are quite. Some are loud. Some can never be said aloud.
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Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 5:16 AM UTC
Thoughts
every single word we use every single letter has appeared before somewhere okay, perhaps better but where do we draw the line when we say someone has "stolen" when we're talking words and phrases who gets the credit earns the praises it's even probable it seems that phrases one person dreams they've never read elsewhere yet someone somewhere out there in recent time or days of yore has used the same before
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May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 10:09 AM UTC
Who Owns Words?
We were like two phrases lost in translation. We made perfect sense in a language that I spoke and not at all in the language you knew. We were like two stars that almost seemed to be touching, but were light years away. You wouldn’t know if I collapsed before it was too late. We were like two dominoes, stacked against each other. If you fell, I’d fall with you. We were like an eclipse. When we were together, I saw you and they saw you, but no one could see me. We were like champagne, perfect for fancy occasions only. We were like two halves of a broken heart. We could complete each other but we didn’t really fit. We were like two coins, that made a lot of noise together but had lesser value apart. We were like two nights, one darker than the other. But both still, silent, and calm. We were like magic. I thought we were real, but you called it an illusion. We were like two flowers blooming to be beautiful alone, but we had a stronger fragrance together. We were beautiful. But I guess only I see it this way. Because we were like two pairs of eyes always seeing things differently.
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Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 1:01 AM UTC
What were we like?
The ocean and I Talked about you last night, The moon came down To see my sorrows drown, And my dreams float On a beautiful boat That carries your name. And I lay in the sand, Held it, pretending it was your hand, And it just slipped through again. The stars still pass through my heart - The light dances with the dark - And I wish for things that haven’t been. The ocean and I Talked about you last night. It laughed our jokes, And cried at our fractures. Never did I speak in verse, but in chapters, Whenever your name I spoke, As thoughts of you soak me in smiles. My skin writes in Braille Whenever I think of you. Every bit, every detail, Of every inch of you Comes into the light; And you’ll never know The ocean and I talk about you at night.
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Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 3:33 PM UTC
The Ocean and I
In vibrato my breath dances, As I feel your pianissimo kiss. There’s no moment more perfect than this, My heart, your harp, Your soul, my mandolin, And our lips play the strings. And, as my fingers strum your skin, This is where our song begins Every inch of you is a beautiful song; Every measure, a new chorus: Melodic, dramatic perfection. Lost in the orchestra of affection My lips simply sing along To this song that is just for us. And the harmony is you. And the harmony is you. You know my every chord, Every word of my every stanza, You look at me, and my soul dances To the beat of your touch. Let’s tear the sheet up, And get lost in our own concerto And you change me from within. This is where our song begins This love in our hearts will know no end, It will never require a requiem.
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Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 3:30 PM UTC
Harmonic
Your heart has been broken. I’ll pick up the pieces, And glue them with kisses, Back to life I will stroke them. Let me fill your missing sections With the shattered parts Of my own broken heart, And we’ll be each other’s resurrection. Wounded and dissected, Your soul thirsting exempt. Imperfect, unkempt As our kisses mend our rejected. Let yourself into my affection, Because I need it, too. Our smile knows the truth: We're the cure for our infection. We tessellate in time: I am a part of who you are, And you are a part of mine. Mosaic of us: Broken in our own way, Perfectly aligned Along these jagged lines To form a beauty unrefined.
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Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC
Mosaic
Irregardless, years ago I had double pneumonia, But, like, you know, It is what it is, and like I dunno, kinda like It takes what it takes Know what I mean? It’s prolly a mute point But I turned three sixty. You know? I mean I’m kinda like, I dunno. It is what it is, like I mean, whatever. It’s all good, isn’t it? You get what you need And it ain’t no thing. I mean, go big or go home. Try to stay in the zone, You know. I dunno. No biggie, though. Keep a cool tool And don’t be a big fool. Know what I mean? It’s like I was saying Don’t give up praying Because God does not Create garbage, you know. He didn’t bring you This far to dump you. I dunno. I’m in for The whole game. It’s all the same. You know, way to go. Give it a chance. Get up and dance. Know what I’m saying? I ain’t playing with you. It like, you know, I’m so sure, dontcha know? Way to go. I don’t know. It’s like, I’m so sure. Whatevs, whatevs! It’s so dope, sick, cool. There must be Some kinda rule. I dunno, it’s like, you know, It’s the way to go. Give is your best shot. It’s the bomb, the **** It’s totally hot. Maybe I am hot too, But you know, I dunno.
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Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 3:28 AM UTC
KNOW WHAT I'M SAYIN'?
If pain develops character, why am I so lousy? If love wakes you up inside, why am I so drowsy? If life is an adventure, I'm a stereotypical hobbit. If I was holding my own, well then I think I might have dropped it. I'm walking on eggshells, and they're cutting my bare feet. I live in a glass house, and it's about to sleet. Love sets your soul on fire, yet I'm feeling pretty cold. New dawn, new day, they say, but these nights are getting old. I've barked up the wrong tree, and I'm being driven to the pound. Back to the drawing board, but I think I lost my crayon. I'm having my stomach pumped, cause I bit off more than I could chew. If actions speak louder than words, then I'm so lazy I'm a mute. I was burning all my bridges, but then I caught on fire. I never gave up my day job, I just wasn't ever hired.   Can't judge a book by its cover, but my story is ugly too. I would make a play on words, but my theater class is through.   If love is blind, then why do I have 20/20 vision? I was accused of cutting class, but I made no such incision.   In the heat of the moment, my icecream sadly dripped. Beating around the bush was fine, until I freaking tripped.    If clouds have silver linings, then I see an empty sky. It's hard to keep my head up, while the sun is in my eyes.   I guess I need to lighten up, but I was saving battery power. If it's all a piece of cake, I have an allergy to flour.
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Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 5:47 PM UTC
Pessimism
If i was you I wouldn't pull that thread Things will surly unravel in your unstable head Your world will crush, your heart will turn blue Keep my love close, don't push me from you I'm your glue, I'm your tourniquet I'll stop the bleed, with kisses so delicate On your forehead I'll place them gently, to cool your soul and start a fire You can only quench when me, you acquire I'll hold you close when you start to float away Wrap you up in my body night and day I will show my love with more than just word's and phrases Forever I will be your light as I set my soul on fire, for you it blazes
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Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 8:33 AM UTC
My Love Poem
She was a symphony of sonorous phrases Resonating off my blank walls She clutched her vibrant set of words Like crayons to colour in my lines She made me beautiful with her poetic eloquence She made me complete with her florid taste She wrote me into her enigmatic songs Which I mistook for love in haste Slowly, her speech became psittacism Her endearment became animosity But her fallacious incantations transfixed my gaze And I was caught in her blind idolatry The poison in her insidious words Tore through my skin and tissue Overwhelmed my immunity As she recited an amused eugloy
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Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 5:26 PM UTC
Grandiloquent Blandishment
"What is your talent? Can you show me?" He asked me, obliviously. "My affinity isn't something that can be seen." I replied. "It isn't a fancy circus trick, like juggling, nor is it the astonishing spectacle of a painting. It isn't the beauty of a voice, or the magnificent sound of music to the ears. My ability is from the inside, from the way one simple sentence could turn your whole life around. It's the way words could understand you like nobody ever can, the way quotes or phrases fill the emptyness of your heart, and the way it awakens a sensation you may have never been able to feel before. So, no, I cannot show you what my talent is, as it is the way I can transfer a set of emotions to you with just the enunciation of a word." And with that, I, yet again, rendered another soul speechless.
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Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 9:28 AM UTC
My talent can not be shown