#priviledge - Hello Poetry

To me it's strange, the way they speak. The poets of the ivory peaks. The ivory's gone, but it's some other thing I can't afford. That luck won't bring. Their words are nonsense, their tales obscure, and I endure strange sentences and structures to be a part, and perhaps procure an understanding of the heavy handed application of articulation. The inebriation of contemplation of words and rhymes. Perhaps it will come to me in time. It is the story of my life. An unavoidable, like pain, like light. The door is open, the hands invite but the hearts are frozen, with hands that write about love and romance, pain and longing where is the tale of the brothers belonging and sisters working the marathon strings of shifts to pay to raise a child. The horrors of a society gone wild. Where is the working class writer of poems the wordsmith trained on the limited knowing where is the voice of those rarely heard? Where are their stories? Where are their words?

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Mar 26, 2025

Mar 26, 2025 at 9:00 AM UTC

Paperweightgames

Class Poetry

To me it's strange, the way they speak. The poets of the ivory peaks. The ivory's gone, but it's some other thing I can't afford. That luck won't bring. Their words are nonsense, their tales obscure, and I endure strange sentences and structures to be a part, and perhaps procure an understanding of the heavy handed application of articulation. The inebriation of contemplation of words and rhymes. Perhaps it will come to me in time. It is the story of my life. An unavoidable, like pain, like light. The door is open, the hands invite but the hearts are frozen, with hands that write about love and romance, pain and longing where is the tale of the brothers belonging and sisters working the marathon strings of shifts to pay to raise a child. The horrors of a society gone wild. Where is the working class writer of poems the wordsmith trained on the limited knowing where is the voice of those rarely heard? Where are their stories? Where are their words?

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Numbing comfort bubbles (are), tools of a privileged struggle, like staring, lost, into the flames. They keep me warm, so; throw on the bodies, the trees, it's all the same. There's one flowing stream that never dries up, babbling drugs sports desire. If I don't douse myself from this stream, babbling bubbles, I'll catch on fire. But then, eventually, we all burn on His pyre. Cold comfort, keeping others warm.

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Nov 9, 2019

Nov 9, 2019 at 3:26 PM UTC

brokencellar

Tools of a Priviledged Struggle

Numbing comfort bubbles (are), tools of a privileged struggle, like staring, lost, into the flames. They keep me warm, so; throw on the bodies, the trees, it's all the same. There's one flowing stream that never dries up, babbling drugs sports desire. If I don't douse myself from this stream, babbling bubbles, I'll catch on fire. But then, eventually, we all burn on His pyre. Cold comfort, keeping others warm.

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But she's exposed herself. Flesh and bone protruding out the protective bubble. She's only just gone and dragged herself to the margins of society. Removed from the warmth of the gooey womb she supresses a lingering shiver. Now she resides in a ***** dimension. Present, not quite faded yet. Now the perfectly grown princess has self-inflicted chips on her shoulders. Addicted to self-flagulation she tries to regress back home to her former alter. Beyond. Reach. A stone bleeding with pleasure weighs down the remains of her birth right.

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Jan 8, 2019

Jan 8, 2019 at 7:57 PM UTC

nja

Sheltered

But she's exposed herself. Flesh and bone protruding out the protective bubble. She's only just gone and dragged herself to the margins of society. Removed from the warmth of the gooey womb she supresses a lingering shiver. Now she resides in a ***** dimension. Present, not quite faded yet. Now the perfectly grown princess has self-inflicted chips on her shoulders. Addicted to self-flagulation she tries to regress back home to her former alter. Beyond. Reach. A stone bleeding with pleasure weighs down the remains of her birth right.

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My perseverance to see the sun To pluck its amber beams A preternatural joy A profound priviledge Knowledge is a torrid reward Easily you're burned A talisman of great force Shards of foresight As you tread into her realm Dead prejudices An illuminated mind A spirit that will last The inner tranquility? Its settlement lies high An impenetrable quest Life's gem

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Oct 14, 2018

Oct 14, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC

nikolaos1

Wisdom

My perseverance to see the sun To pluck its amber beams A preternatural joy A profound priviledge Knowledge is a torrid reward Easily you're burned A talisman of great force Shards of foresight As you tread into her realm Dead prejudices An illuminated mind A spirit that will last The inner tranquility? Its settlement lies high An impenetrable quest Life's gem

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