#sentences
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Iceberg blue
Glistenshore
Torn from Hemingway
Slow, with pages of fluttering interference
Brightening, multiplying
Often into dream
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Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 4:59 PM UTC
i had an idea to
in the middle of
but only if
on christmas day
i tried to make a sentence
but your interruptions got in the way
Jul 12, 2021
Jul 12, 2021 at 2:36 AM 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
hardest party with floozies & saddo
wrathful wifey is choosing bolt cutter
**** gets naughty with ****** at brothel
problem youngin threw toolkit at father
wanton hottie is looking for lovers
step-son keeps eyeing good-looking step-mother
some cunt-dropping is pooping on flower
punk's just gotten caboose-kicked by copper
dumbest blondies as students of Harvard/Oxford
Trump went shopping with Putin for armor
[oops, the last one is risky]
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 1:39 PM UTC
sometimes the shortest sentences
show the most meaning,
from the first "I love you"
to the final "I do"
the words either send chills up your body,
paint a smile across your face,
or, if you're lucky, both
©L.F.
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 1:19 AM UTC
**** the deadline.
****** the word limit.
maul the teacher.
tight sentences,
so concise,
stabs my heart
wasn't worth it at all.
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 8:17 PM UTC
If letters on a keyboard are building blocks,
I want to build the most beautiful masterpiece.
Fitting different letters together into words,
And words into sentences.
I want these sentences to deliver thoughts that will make people's lives better.
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 10:56 AM UTC
Can you read what you read?
I'm sure you can and there's no need to ask.
But it's weird.
Feeling through symbols.
Understanding symbols.
Writing symbols.
Combining symbols to make sense.
But some combinations are wrong.
Making sounds for symbols.
Saying the symbols correctly.
Different accents for symbols.
Drawing symbols, making them look pretty.
Fonts for symbols.
Imagine. We are ruled by systems of symbols.
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 8:20 AM UTC
-letters
a character representing one or more of the sounds used in speech
these no longer fit together to form the words i need to talk to you
-words
a single distinct meaningful element of speech or writing, used with other words to form a sentence
these seemingly simple elements of speech don't seem to work together to become the sentences i want to say to you
-sentences
a set of words that is complete in itself
i look at you and suddenly my mind is no longer capable of putting together the sentences i long to give you
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 8:05 AM UTC
"its as if the taste never leaves my open mouth"
"that kiss only coming about because leaping into your body was easier than crawling"
"and the need to breathe was so strong"
"with the mint smoke that rose into the sky surrounding and smothering"
"lips/neck/teeth/tongue"
"everything the eyes could swallow without fear of choking"
"because feeling complete was more important that simply living in distant agony."
---------- "Excuses"---------
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 7:34 PM UTC
“i love you, but you make me feel cold on the inside. my bones start to ache; no, not in desire. they’re trying to warn me”
“- being alone like that must have been awful
- you say that as if i’m not still alone”
“don’t you understand that you won’t be happy until you love me? this is for you. all of this has been for you”
“i don’t have enough time”
“i thought it would be easier, you know? after all of.. this. i just thought it couldn’t get any harder, but like usual, i was wrong”
“the idea of us together makes me gag”
“what happened to you? you used to be so warm. now you’re ice. i’ve tried to thaw you out, but it’s hopeless. no one can help you anymore”
“this darkness is the only thing i can truly rely on these days”
“do you know how many times i cried over you?”
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 9:03 AM UTC
the
gravity
of the
Earth
is
pulling
me
closer
to you
now
you are
the
ground
on which
I feel
I am human.
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 1:50 PM UTC
one.
she tells me words i never
want to recite again. i don't
start sentences.
i become sentences.
two.
the nights pull me in.
it's fulfilling.
they tell me to wipe up the
poison and bury the cloth.
three.
a tree grows from the cloth.
it's leaves are sickeningly green.
something inside me wants
to cuts it down.
four.
i bite into the fruit it bears.
it tastes like warm pie.
it heals my wounds
as i live in fear.
five.
my hours become smiles.
i lumber deeper into the trunk.
fires don't die in there.
six.
i fall for a forest nymph.
she bathes in a river eight
acres away. the river i
bathe in is only an acre away.
seven.
a human is no a match for
a creature woven by nature.
the forest and the river blends.
i cut down the tree while
it's spirit converges.
eight.
my hands are stained with poison.
i flush it down a void. the darkness
replaces what has hitherto been empty.
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 7:18 AM UTC
language has become
fool's talk
we gibber and gabber
to prove unimportant points
we speak
to disturb the silence of the world
we write
irrelevant symbols
to tell stories
untold
we wish
to make noise
for the simple
desire
to be heard
(b.d.s.)
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 11:33 AM UTC
The littlest actions,
the smallest words,
and
the shortest sentences
make
the largest differences.
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 2:56 AM UTC
Meanings mull within mulish minds
Letters like lingering halitosis
Words waft with each exhale
Sentences,
swirling, sliding, sighing
Phrases pant per pulmonary systems
Tumbling through teeth,
Vocabulary resonates outward
Into the stagnant air
Permanence spills over tongues
Word ***** condemnation
Speak your life sentence
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 6:19 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Touching The Skin,
Scriptures depend,
Doing things that sin won't be held accountable for then again,
Heart turned to stone in a matter of seconds way before the end,
We tempted to love and just give it a try but she left me for a friend,
Sacrificed a love for a another she was aiming after tricking me
Making me think that we could be a trustworthy couple that will
Handle anything when it comes to taking care,
I was ready for marriage and we all knew you didn't care,
/
Daffodils where the old well use to be laying out a piece
Of cloth in the moonlight,
My memory doesn't serve me well feeling all the things
That I feel held in this life.
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 11:08 AM UTC
If only I had strength of heart and mind,
So easily could I leave my chains behind...
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 7:23 AM UTC
i think i’m starting to hate writing.
i think i’m starting to regret the nights i stayed up
trying to find the right word
for the right sentence.
i think i’m starting to grieve over the trees i killed
so i could spit out poems
and then throw them away.
what good has it done besides leave me
with endless lines of dissatisfaction
and baggy eyes?
what good has it done besides isolate me
and force me to spend my waking hours
in solitary confinement
within my own sphere of words?
and all it's given back to me is
a crowd of imaginary friends
i only know how to speak to
through ink.
i think i’m starting to loathe these so-called “friends.”
they were only inky caricatures i wished into existence.
when i poured my heart out, sobbed into their pages,
because writing is “therapy,”
all they did was stare back
and let me inhale more ink
and exhale more words.
but they didn't warn me when i inhaled too much
and let the ink overflow my lungs,
clog up my throat,
bleed everything over in black.
they didn't warn me when the ink started
killing me inside out.
i think i’m starting to hate writing
for
i have become a corpse,
slumped over my desk
—decaying,
as unfinished sentences leak out of my mouth
and bleed past my ears,
cascade like tears
down my cheeks
but i,
i am only trying to read the missing words.
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 5:36 PM UTC
1. I lean over the edge. My feet never touch the ground, but I fly.
2. She ran her hand down my arm. Then she proceeded to wrap her arms around me.
3. Dancing is an outlet. Soaring to the music instead of putting a gun to you head and pulling the trigger.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 12:26 PM UTC
Beat me
I'd rather you beat me with your fists
Than talk at me with cursed sentences
Because your punches would'nt hurt nearly as much
As the pain you've caused with those words
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 3:25 AM UTC