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In my mind’s eye I picture myself strapped inside a rocket soaring just above the edge of space there is just one problem not enough money cash—six figures In my dreams! oh my what to do? Pursue? I can’t— Raise a glass to those who can
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Dec 27, 2025
Dec 27, 2025 at 2:34 PM UTC
Close and Yet So Far
my laptop                       when i type clicks and even when im not quite sure what it is im typing it still                                               onward click click clicks onward as if something important dancing sporadically over keys in that heavy C L I C K CLICK C L I C K when i look up i see jumbled letters meaningless little black doodles sprawled across lifeless conglomerations of things i know and (dont) cl just wanted to hear the sound
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Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 6:29 PM UTC
Important [Revised]
you say I'm            the one            who shut             the door             but YOU'RE the one who locked it? I just didn't want your key anymore. There's no room left in my pockets.
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Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 11:28 AM UTC
Padlock
You are a         steaming         cup of coffee      perched           between                    frostbitten            fingertips sipped from calloused and busted up   lips with a permanent blackish-blue hue You are like taking that very first swig after nights slow and restless - warmth flowing down the esophagus to thaw a heart frigid and askew You accompany a cigarette where smoke lingers in a polluted chest -You are a breath of air so soft and fresh - All I crave every morning is you
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Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 12:09 AM UTC
Morning Coffee
Seismic—                       Shock wave of energy                     swelling ocean waves,                   Powerfully driven                 like a freight train               rolling fast as a jet,             Open ocean ninja stealthily           racing toward landfall’s         most evil betrayal,       Rip-tide on steroids     sweeping away   unsuspecting souls                                         — Tsunami © 2020 by Mark Toney.  All rights reserved. The Japanese word "tsunami" translates as "harbor wave" in English.
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Feb 29, 2020
Feb 29, 2020 at 11:39 PM UTC
Harbor Wave
I scream When broken a dream In the middle of a darknight Uncontrollable was the inner fight Woke up sweating with the heart's race Walked up to find some solace What soothed me the best Made me feel blessed Put my smile back Trust this hack A large scoop of soft rich icecream -------- ------- ------ ---- --- -- - - .
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Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 7:01 AM UTC
I scream→icecream
Take a look at a flower that we adore And observe this precious creation to the core. Those tiny petals free themselves from the bud And bend towards the ray of light Workshipping sun to stay on sight Though sunlight is absent at night. Day by day this flower blooms Revealing its beauty even in gloom The production of honey sweet scent Introduces us of its own patent Attracting those diligent bees Flirting with vibrant butterflies To generously share its honey product Cause life is all about giving without doubt! A blooming flower; a genuine wonder Asking us to thoroughly ponder How significant its existence in nature Teaching us not to stop hoping for the future As this flower will not stop blooming Until its growth has fully matured.
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Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 11:07 PM UTC
A Blooming Flower ♡
' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' '      .      I       am     that      land so     barren with      a dreary lonely     life, seeking rain to     end this strife. I am living               in  nothingness. But there is              an oasis in my tear duct, fertile       spot, an emotion still left in me     keeping me alive, bringing back      my will. I now know the point,     the reason why they arrive,     them tears in my life.
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Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 2:35 AM UTC
Teardrops
# *She makes love to him with words spilling ink of passion on paper. She creates the sensual mood with each stroke of her pen splattered on the sheets. She caresses his flesh in every love letter. She kisses up and down his length in sentences and prose. She tastes all his masculine scent without ever speaking a word. She bites his lip and tilts her hips in between the lines. She paints a picture that makes him hard  for his release and it only took her mind.* #
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Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 6:55 AM UTC
The Poetess
‘                 J                  U                   I                  C                  Y            I’m more    than a piece of apple smothered in caramel stabbed by a stick delicately drizzled   rich with chocolate    down the chin making      your mouth sticky
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Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 11:20 AM UTC
juicy
I'm not good enough I can't do this I have no talent They won't care a                                                                                                              I        m                                    I'm locked inside a cage                                 m  a                                         that I built myself                                        p   f                                         But I can't get out                                         a   a                                             I can't escape                                             t i                                         from my own mind                                      h l                                                                                                                  e u                                                 Help me                                                 t r                                                I'm trapped                                             i e                                                                                                                 c I would never make the diference I'm dumb I can't write I'm done
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May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 7:17 PM UTC
Trapped
I'm not good enough I can't do this I have no talent They won't care a                                                                                                              I        m                                    I'm locked inside a cage                                 m  a                                         that I built myself                                        p   f                                         But I can't get out                                         a   a                                             I can't escape                                             t i                                         from my own mind                                      h l                                                                                                                  e u                                                 Help me                                                 t r                                                I'm trapped                                             i e                                                                                                                 c I would never make the diference I'm dumb I can't write I'm done
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.                               “I                             look out                         side the window                       and there                    I see the                 moon, and             that makes            me wonder,             ‘why would               such a beauty                    always want                      to hide a part                        of herself, why will                              she want to?’                                      ”
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 6:43 AM UTC
Moon
Oh The rain Is so serene Little chilled drop- Lets gently prance upon You—Your bare outstretched Arms embrace each gleaming drop. As frigid misty fog consumes your Dripping form, the wind sighs.. You're free
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Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 11:44 AM UTC
Gentle Rain
Her only vice was that of ****** promiscuity You couldn’t blame her—the girl had daddy issues, Body issues, the blood red American  bit her lip, and hit a rip, then 
flicked the tip 
Don’t blame her she blamed herself enough, she Popped, snapped, snorted, puffed, ****** squirted A sweet escape hypodermically inserted Straight to the               heart of Texas  She had her lo               ng list of exes Vices collect                   their dues.
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Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 12:14 PM UTC
Only Vice
I'll hold on until it doesn't make sense and when you tell me there's no point, I'll give you a reason to love and to hold on.
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Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
Point
°●°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°●° *°empty vessels° can filled with what is essential, ●● light and air, ●● all else weighs down ● ● intoxicates ● ●* °•○●○●○●○●○●○●○•°
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Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 7:55 AM UTC
pitcher plant
*you'd never make him for a cry baby only because he cries when no one is ever around bright is his sound dark, his pen maybe* ♦♦♦ ♦♦ ♦♦ ♦♦ ♦♦ ♦♦ ♦♦ ♦♦ ♦♦♦ *maybe, ○○perhaps, maybe*○○ °
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Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 8:55 AM UTC
some things we overlook
^     《♢》 《♢》 《♢》 《♢》 《♢》 《♢》 《♢》 《♢》 《♢》 《♢》 soon we'll tire of ● this ● game of cloaks and daggers ~ ○●  ○●○  ●○ ~ ♢》 ♢》 ♢》 ♢♢ ♤
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Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
when the novelty fades |10w
This is not A po em But rather a cha lange For you to Write. A poem about The sh ape that you see. What oddity, unusual deformity do you see inYour precious minds eye? A castle? A cloud? A hand or A heart?
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 1:44 AM UTC
Shape Poem Challange