#said
*”but as God said, crossing his legs,
I see where I have made plenty of poets
but not so very much
poetry.”*
Charles Bukowski
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wit and wisdom, wit and wisdom,
even our sardonic god,
yeah, pro-nouns,
Them/Hymn,
and and his sourpuss sounding humor,
(N.B. humming human humor)
employed by
Mr. Bukowski
smiled
at this
pointy scabbard riposte
Bukowski
as his “stealth” beard~writer,
for when god
wanted to make his point
***** & drily
in a pointy way
~~
and that pointed barb,
a point well taken
directly into into any
egotistical poet’s defibrillating Hamlet heart,’
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well **** me,
it it is not a prime example of:
bleak humor, subtlety in a
most conversational style
apparently
god was a complainer too,
but, and, nice!
a pretty good
poet~picker
(pick me! pick me!
oh well, maybe
next time…)
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 3:19 AM UTC
I have said all I had to say
And have done all I had to do
All that remains are nights and days
That all are one shade and hue
Each strike of my pencil on paper
Is an etch on the skin of my time
Each addition of salt or of pepper
Is a sigh to the mountains unclimbed
I have poured all my blood into rivers
And have drank from the death of all things
All that cometh has now been delivered
That all things should be found within
Each thing that I do now henceforth
Is a ripple still fading away
Each word that I send south or north
Is a step that has sunk into clay
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 8:53 AM UTC
you said it anyway,
sending me into a spiral.
i didn't need to know
that you can see my back rolls
when i wear a smaller shirt.
but you told me anyway.
i didn't need to know
that
Dec 20, 2025
Dec 20, 2025 at 8:48 AM UTC
Old promises. Sweetly said
Promises. Sweetly said;
In midair:
A refrain:
We do what soulmates do, and—on with life.
…How many poets are gone…? Tons.
©2025Ellen Finn
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 2:29 PM UTC
I almost said what my heart cries,
Every night, with covered blinds.
My heart bleeds every day.
Wishing one day you hear it play,
The music hurts, but it is chosen to be played.
Every night the cold embrace,
Hoping one day it won't feel the same.
But every word I strive to speak,
Is defeated by the utter weak.
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 11:25 PM UTC
FPOTD:
10/23/25 7:05am
Everything that needs to be said has already been said.
But since no one was listening,
everything must be said again.
—André Gide
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Preface
----
stumble in the old-man-manner,
a long sleep full of unremembered dreams,
my watch happily informs nmI
is, was, am.
'fully rested'
after a wonderful evening of Mediterranean delicacies,
and Dance,
French ballet dancers exquisite,
who mold their bodies
in homage to gravitation,
but more on that in a later
"episode'
let's us re~rebellion re-begin:
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Po<>em
stumble in the old-man-manner,
grab my tablet and helloooooo,oooo,
am greeted by the above,
Les Mots d'André Gide(1)
before eye opened, before my elixir of Caribbean mixture,
this hard slap of wr but dryly,
words,
naively knocks me, totters me, and before I read on further,
the composition stretches my mind,
to confess, to admit, to knowing
that you and I have long silently all (along) have known this,
"Everything that needs to be said has already been said."
and yet we write;
we, by the mega~thousands come to
homage ourselves,
using words,
presumably sequentially never prior ever~uttered,
and a grizzled unshaven face,
his father~confessor,
his bathroom mirror,
e-mocks me-with kindly grace,
that we should (n)ever have had that peculiar thought,
n(ever ever)
pass through our brains...
and the courage to cease, thus to please,
is right here - right now,
beggar my thoughts to go elsewhere,
in embarrassed silent priv-a-see,
and you can say,
Amen
and ponder it yourself
and power on through it
in wheee, (3)
shame and glee,
and write on,
unjustifiably,
but on (and on),
moreover-endlessly,
trying for our own
originality,
somehow
despite, even Andre
yup, him too,
this verily same thought was
written thousands years before
by the Psalmist, The Preacher, the King
Solomon,
and taught to me as a young boy,
in that poet's native tongue, Hebrew,
"there is nothing new under the sun"^
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Oct 26, 2025
Oct 26, 2025 at 11:07 AM UTC
i hoped you would change just a bit
i was naive to think it would stick
you said you would get better if i stayed
but you never gave me space to think
i watched you drink on anti depressants
i watched you smoke joint after joint
i wondered if you were happy here
or just filling a void?
i wondered if love was founded here
or something you avoid
you said you didn’t like me
burn and then ice me
you said you loved me
but your words aren’t sufficing
Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 7:27 AM UTC
Lately all I've been writing is Untitled.
Bits and pieces without a name. I never
quite know what to call anything anymore.
I write through stained fingers and
I can't seem to hit send.
Untitled.
It haunts me, staring back at me with
judgement. A million feelings and I can't
conjure a couple to put in that slot.
It's a lot.
I can't seem to gather a couple words to send you a message.
I don't know what to put there.
I don't know what to say.
I don't know why.
We may as well be a stars distance away,
in this silent box of never-said.
Everything just comes out Untitled.
Oct 16, 2025
Oct 16, 2025 at 8:59 AM UTC
~For Mr. Lawrence Hall~
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you absolutely sure?
Now for sure I'm no expert, though did read the New Testament
Cover to cover, all in one sitting, for a Jesuit priest buddy,
yes my taste in friends is
Eclectic, like my poems, slightly at the fat tail of an
Abnormal curve,
i.e. turn my curse into a blessing,
Anyway, it strikes me that Jesus,
spent his time, full-time,
Solving for X,
and showed quIte an
imaginative thought/belief process,
And great creativity,
To obtain his answers...
Hoping I'm offending no one...unintentional for sure,
he is a
Heroic figure, kind and forgiving, what's not to like?
But he solved problems, multi variate, non linear, imaginatively,
Never threw in the towel on the truly complex, though., he never perceived himself as a mathematician, indeed his life was eXactly
That, solving humanity for the X,
the humanity in us,
So yeah, he didn't just say solve for X,
He just went about his day, solving solving solving...
salving, salving...
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 5:26 PM UTC
Some times I feel like
A villain on the power rangers
So out of control that I cannot help but feel like I am a monstrous Ramage
As I walk around I feel like a *******
Of a disaster and I seem to cause
The chaos but I could not be anything
But a gifted mess and that is walking around. Though this I say
Even cryptids seem to have more
Control over their ******* emotions.
I am just talking out of my emotions
Or there is water to what I say. I
Find that I have to fond away to deal with
The green eyed monster and combat it.
Though it is ******* hard at times.
As I feel like an exploding balloon i feel nothing but chaos of wanting to pop.
This idea that there someone out there for everyone obviously
Never met
Me
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 7:09 PM UTC
I am the one
Who is least in convenience
Don't judge me if I am wrong
just say my decision isn't strong
drag me out of the world of gut
which makes my words to shut
precision and think more seems myself as lost flavour
just add me sweetness of ur shore and be saver of my insite core
my every fell stay as a pending bill
unexpressiveness of sell took place of becoming more well
May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 1:20 AM UTC
did not know what i
said but i sure enjoyed it
Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 8:05 PM UTC
my skin burns like dry ice
being branded by the history
-of every mistake I’ve ever made
“when does it end?”
“where does it stop?”
if it’s forever
hang it around me like a noose
put me out of my agony
-this suffocation is unbearable.
Oct 23, 2024
Oct 23, 2024 at 6:28 PM UTC
For this love she said to,
"wait on me"
Despite my heavy heart,
love don't put your weight on me.
The long wait has a heavy weight
Apr 25, 2021
Apr 25, 2021 at 12:15 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, this number keeps haunting me---nice:]
spaced in faze spaced in shock
waiting for the hit of the clock upon us
jaded in here scattered in there
falling deeply into depths of despair
piles of threes and stashes in seven still unspoken fourteens
into the floors and walls of the magnificent heavens
count of one then a skip of a spree down
into curses of minutes in a bunch of twisted twenty threes
------ravenfeels
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 6:26 PM UTC
when i am silent
and say nothing
it is because, there is nothing to be said
or nothing of value worth saying,
look into my eyes
they say all i need to
and how much need be said
for things we both know
or do you just want to hear them aloud
so we can both revel in it
relishing the sorrow we both wrought
Mar 11, 2021
Mar 11, 2021 at 2:16 PM UTC
Hello, said he
Hello, said she
May I, said he
What, said she
Talk to you, said he
Umm, said she
Do you know, said he
What, said she
Beautiful you, said he
Yes, said she
And, said he
What, said she
You vibe familiar, said he
hehe, said she
Stay blessed, said he
You too, said she
🤐
Silent, was she
Silent, was he
Ego won
Thinks he
Congratulations
Wished he
All the best
Said he
Anonymous, then he
Anonymous, then she
Mar 31, 2021
Mar 31, 2021 at 9:57 PM UTC
Hello, said he
Hello, said she
May I, said he
What, said she
Talk to you, said he
Umm, said she
Do you know, said he
What, said she
Beautiful you, said he
Yes, said she
One more thing, said he
What, said she
You vibe awesome, said he
idk, said she
Stay blessed, said he
You too, said she
🤐
Silent, was she
Silent, was he
Ego won
Thinks he
Congratulations
Wished he
All the best 💝
Said he
Anonymous
Then he
Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 3:59 AM UTC
what are we
even doing?
I can't
promise you
anything
I'm leaving,
I have to
do this
I've never
been on my
own before
and I want to
see if I
can do it
I can't be what
you want
me to be
if it's meant
to be
it's meant
to be
I saw your
doppelgänger
at the bar
last night
it's not
that I don't want
to see you,
it's just that
I don't
have time
I would
say we should
grab a beer
and catch up
but
I'm only in
town for
a little bit
and my family
comes first
you could've
reached out
to me too
you know
you have
my number,
I don't
understand
why you
stopped
talking to me?
Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 9:55 AM UTC
I should have told you to go to hell a long long time ago
When you first exaggerated how much we owed
Dance around subject because I dislike confrontation
Could've been straightforward and skipped speculation
Instead we are just covering up resentment with a mask
Of words we don't care enough to ask
There will never be a convenient time or place
Never get to express annoyance to your face
When fate gives the trauma you deserve
You'll need to eat the plate of pain served
But we left room faster than expected
You were trying
Flaws numerous and neglected
I would look for a way to change if I were you
If you're up to it
A lengthy list to review
I will squint and quiet the thoughts in my head
The best proof that some words should be said
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 1:13 AM UTC
Some days
I lie in bed
Over come by
A sense of dread
Lips trembling
But nothings to be said
Mind tries to get up
But my feet are bricks of lead
Breaking point is near
My hearts already dead
Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 4:30 PM UTC
I have said all that's to be said,
And you have listened,
And I have listened,
To the end, gaining what?
Our words are co-absurd,
Inexpressive turds of information,
Dung heap of nonsense,
Good will with perfect enunciation,
But crawling with itch, twitch and head-nod,
In place of mutual understanding,
A babelmist of manners and small talk,
In which we are umbrella-less,
Soggy with positivity,
But it's for the best, I guess,
Have a good day, till tomorrow then?
Finally! Until, tomorrow, we say it all over again.
Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 1:56 PM UTC
the words
i put out
can't be said
out loud
but
would they even
make sense
to you..
would they?
if i were
to write
something
about you..
would you
even know
that the words
mean more than
just meaningless
sentences on a page..
would you even try
to figure it all out..
or would you say
nice things
just to say them
cause you wouldn't
actually understand
these words
that i put out
for you..
would you?
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 2:40 PM UTC
you said you'd wait for me,
because you don't want anyone else,
now that we spoke,
will you still wait?
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 11:59 AM UTC
I itch to find the right words,
so as not to come off all messy and absurd
yet a lot of oppositions exist even before a word or two
all these words remain unsaid just as how it used to;
reserve your wit,
reserve your advice,
reserve all your chaos,
because sometimes words come off as swords
when all emotions and thoughts come off unfathomed and cluttered.
IA
May 28, 2020
May 28, 2020 at 3:51 PM UTC