#singles - Hello Poetry

folk are really brave to have a romantic relationship I do not have that kind of spine to risk it all, and put on the line what I know to be true, thus deceiving myself and some other unfortunate.

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Apr 16

Apr 16, 2026 at 9:43 AM UTC

nivek

called to be single

folk are really brave to have a romantic relationship I do not have that kind of spine to risk it all, and put on the line what I know to be true, thus deceiving myself and some other unfortunate.

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Pictures in the memory chip woke me up from a long sleep as amnesia's burried pain unresolved takes flight I woke up to see my beast and did weep for way too long I saw my beauty within silenced my inner cores sacred seed stumped. my tree of life chopped I weeped harder then ever then I loved myself dearly so and lived waiting for another chance to bloom again blessed with marriage's vows and many precious kids I sided with beauty to comfort my beast within to give it the love attentive it needed emergently so. I survived a loving Mother badly trashed envied discriminated birthing was torturous in the hands of evil jealous sadistic Medeas. they were the snakes in everyones paradise angry I had succeeded in all they've failed surviving their many attempts I survived chasing few boys chasing me only with their lethal horn they lacked courage heart and brains to chase me with heart and soul I sought for a best husband that had long passed me by leaving me behind to brew longer into my mangled core into his aged best wine reserve He quickly Married brewing another woman's wine tougher oh the pain he caused me! the daggars deeper dugged. I roamed the internet singles sites ever looking to fill in the void in my kids A father figure I only sought for my cherished beloved young kids and for a lifetime I did look asleep in my pain failing again, in all the wrong places I did look. Unaware that two bad as* boys had came pre-paid by my ex or his consort ** to trash me, to use me to video tape me just enough and to continue with a look alike ***** player on sale ALL just to trash me more in his eyes. just to abandon and curse me. May the internet singles web of vipers the bad boys the shadow people entities no longer thrive. To the bottom of the sea drown take the hungry wolves down an eye for an eye justice I seek Later on, the stranger pre paid **** asked me to not look back not to crash Written in a photo post card depicting two handsome well dressed men flying their private luxury airplane. Same image my lover rdd had sent in 75 two decades back!. I found only heartache, misery and pain by greedy wolves posing as safe gentlemen seeking a wife to be. I took a lot more dangerous risks many protective Moms would fret my happier songs unplayed remained in Hollywood tower high subsidy abode. Our dream and my legal identity in his safety deposit box hid a lifetime too long for our harvest to yield it's fruit My poet lover found me available unmarried broke on the singles adds web again and again in secret with hope I rejoiced. he seemed tied up on our old script he'd cursed me with yielding no fruits I lacked resource purse to run to chase after him kids and all. He must have given his gold seeds allowing her generic matrix edged in greed and jealousy to grow'm to tie him down. How's this story poem mine similar to pictures on the web photos on an ancient script? My story poem pictures paint "a thousand words.* ~~~~~~~~~~~ By: Karijinbba Copy Rights

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Aug 15, 2020

Aug 15, 2020 at 2:35 PM UTC

karijinbba

When Pictures paint...

Pictures in the memory chip woke me up from a long sleep as amnesia's burried pain unresolved takes flight I woke up to see my beast and did weep for way too long I saw my beauty within silenced my inner cores sacred seed stumped. my tree of life chopped I weeped harder then ever then I loved myself dearly so and lived waiting for another chance to bloom again blessed with marriage's vows and many precious kids I sided with beauty to comfort my beast within to give it the love attentive it needed emergently so. I survived a loving Mother badly trashed envied discriminated birthing was torturous in the hands of evil jealous sadistic Medeas. they were the snakes in everyones paradise angry I had succeeded in all they've failed surviving their many attempts I survived chasing few boys chasing me only with their lethal horn they lacked courage heart and brains to chase me with heart and soul I sought for a best husband that had long passed me by leaving me behind to brew longer into my mangled core into his aged best wine reserve He quickly Married brewing another woman's wine tougher oh the pain he caused me! the daggars deeper dugged. I roamed the internet singles sites ever looking to fill in the void in my kids A father figure I only sought for my cherished beloved young kids and for a lifetime I did look asleep in my pain failing again, in all the wrong places I did look. Unaware that two bad as* boys had came pre-paid by my ex or his consort ** to trash me, to use me to video tape me just enough and to continue with a look alike ***** player on sale ALL just to trash me more in his eyes. just to abandon and curse me. May the internet singles web of vipers the bad boys the shadow people entities no longer thrive. To the bottom of the sea drown take the hungry wolves down an eye for an eye justice I seek Later on, the stranger pre paid **** asked me to not look back not to crash Written in a photo post card depicting two handsome well dressed men flying their private luxury airplane. Same image my lover rdd had sent in 75 two decades back!. I found only heartache, misery and pain by greedy wolves posing as safe gentlemen seeking a wife to be. I took a lot more dangerous risks many protective Moms would fret my happier songs unplayed remained in Hollywood tower high subsidy abode. Our dream and my legal identity in his safety deposit box hid a lifetime too long for our harvest to yield it's fruit My poet lover found me available unmarried broke on the singles adds web again and again in secret with hope I rejoiced. he seemed tied up on our old script he'd cursed me with yielding no fruits I lacked resource purse to run to chase after him kids and all. He must have given his gold seeds allowing her generic matrix edged in greed and jealousy to grow'm to tie him down. How's this story poem mine similar to pictures on the web photos on an ancient script? My story poem pictures paint "a thousand words.* ~~~~~~~~~~~ By: Karijinbba Copy Rights

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A lonely soul may doubt their worth not believing a word of the divine- Yet the simplest answer lay flat out- just- take all of your bills and pray the bank has enough singles to make you believe

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Jan 8, 2020

Jan 8, 2020 at 11:17 PM UTC

M_S_unspoken

Singles

A lonely soul may doubt their worth not believing a word of the divine- Yet the simplest answer lay flat out- just- take all of your bills and pray the bank has enough singles to make you believe

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लोग पूछते है कोई है लाइफ में? जो आपके दिल में रहता है वो जो आपको और आप जिसे अपना मानते है और वो जो आपको अपने दिल की हर बात कहता है ! मैंने कहा मेरी ज़िन्दगी तो अपनों से ही घिरी हुई है, में उनके दिल में रहती हूँ, और उनकी तस्वीर मेरे दिल में बसी हुई है ! वो लोग जिन्हे में अपना भी मानती हूँ,और वो लोग भी मुझ पर जान निसार करते है... और वो लोग भी है इसमें शामिल, जो मुझसे अपने दिल की हर बात करते है.... लेकिन शायद आपको उस शख्स का नाम सुनना है, जिसकी सिर्फ परछाई मेरे ख़्वाबों में है, तस्वीर अब तक नहीं बन पायी है ! इसलिए हाँ में अभी तक सिंगल हूं और कहती हूँ कि सिंगल लाइफ ही बेहतर लाइफ है..... बहुत लोगो को देखा है की वो जिससे दिन भर चैट किये बिना नहीं रहते कुछ समय बाद "कुछ काम था क्या" इस लफ़्ज़ को है कहते पहले तो उन लोगो को एक दुसरे के मैसेज का इंतज़ार रहता है लेकिन कुछ वक़्त गुजरने के बाद उनमें से एक का तो "अब इसका कॉल क्यों आ गया " ये हाल रहता है... पहले जो लोग बहुत अच्छे लगते है वो फिर बोरिंग हो जाते है, पहले जिनसे रोज़ मिलने की चाह होती थी उन्हें फिर वही एक नज़र न भाते है ! बहुत कसमें वादे करते है एक दुसरे से और उन्हें सच समझकर खुश हो जाते है जब आने वाला कल आज में तब्दील हो जाता है असल मज़ा तो तब आता है जब ये पता चलता है की न ही वो लड़का उस लड़की का हुआ और न ही वो मोहतरमा उस लड़के की वाइफ है, इसलिए में अभी तक सिंगल हूं और कहती हूँ कि सिंगल लाइफ ही बेहतर लाइफ है! कभी कभी मेरा मन हो जाता है की किसी से बात कर लूं और कभी दुसरे के जज़्बातों का भी थोड़ा तो ऐहतेराम कर लूँ लेकिन किसी पर यकीन करना इतना आसान नहीं होता है उस विश्वास के टूटने का डर भी तो हमेशा आस पास होता है ऐसा बिलकुल नहीं है कि इस जहां में कोई सच्चा ही न हो... लेकिन उसे पहचानने का हुनर कहा सबके पास होता है ? वो बहुत खुशनसीब होते है जो पहचान जाते है उस परछाई के पीछे छिपी तस्वीर को, लेकिन अभी मेरे पास न ही ये समझ हैं न ही ये राइट है अभी तो मंजिल तक पहुँचने के लिए करनी बहुत फाइट है, इसलिए में अभी तक सिंगल हूं और कहती हूँ कि सिंगल लाइफ ही बेहतर लाइफ है...!

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Dec 15, 2018

Dec 15, 2018 at 12:34 AM UTC

Osheen_Khan

Single Life Hi Behtar Life Hai !

लोग पूछते है कोई है लाइफ में? जो आपके दिल में रहता है वो जो आपको और आप जिसे अपना मानते है और वो जो आपको अपने दिल की हर बात कहता है ! मैंने कहा मेरी ज़िन्दगी तो अपनों से ही घिरी हुई है, में उनके दिल में रहती हूँ, और उनकी तस्वीर मेरे दिल में बसी हुई है ! वो लोग जिन्हे में अपना भी मानती हूँ,और वो लोग भी मुझ पर जान निसार करते है... और वो लोग भी है इसमें शामिल, जो मुझसे अपने दिल की हर बात करते है.... लेकिन शायद आपको उस शख्स का नाम सुनना है, जिसकी सिर्फ परछाई मेरे ख़्वाबों में है, तस्वीर अब तक नहीं बन पायी है ! इसलिए हाँ में अभी तक सिंगल हूं और कहती हूँ कि सिंगल लाइफ ही बेहतर लाइफ है..... बहुत लोगो को देखा है की वो जिससे दिन भर चैट किये बिना नहीं रहते कुछ समय बाद "कुछ काम था क्या" इस लफ़्ज़ को है कहते पहले तो उन लोगो को एक दुसरे के मैसेज का इंतज़ार रहता है लेकिन कुछ वक़्त गुजरने के बाद उनमें से एक का तो "अब इसका कॉल क्यों आ गया " ये हाल रहता है... पहले जो लोग बहुत अच्छे लगते है वो फिर बोरिंग हो जाते है, पहले जिनसे रोज़ मिलने की चाह होती थी उन्हें फिर वही एक नज़र न भाते है ! बहुत कसमें वादे करते है एक दुसरे से और उन्हें सच समझकर खुश हो जाते है जब आने वाला कल आज में तब्दील हो जाता है असल मज़ा तो तब आता है जब ये पता चलता है की न ही वो लड़का उस लड़की का हुआ और न ही वो मोहतरमा उस लड़के की वाइफ है, इसलिए में अभी तक सिंगल हूं और कहती हूँ कि सिंगल लाइफ ही बेहतर लाइफ है! कभी कभी मेरा मन हो जाता है की किसी से बात कर लूं और कभी दुसरे के जज़्बातों का भी थोड़ा तो ऐहतेराम कर लूँ लेकिन किसी पर यकीन करना इतना आसान नहीं होता है उस विश्वास के टूटने का डर भी तो हमेशा आस पास होता है ऐसा बिलकुल नहीं है कि इस जहां में कोई सच्चा ही न हो... लेकिन उसे पहचानने का हुनर कहा सबके पास होता है ? वो बहुत खुशनसीब होते है जो पहचान जाते है उस परछाई के पीछे छिपी तस्वीर को, लेकिन अभी मेरे पास न ही ये समझ हैं न ही ये राइट है अभी तो मंजिल तक पहुँचने के लिए करनी बहुत फाइट है, इसलिए में अभी तक सिंगल हूं और कहती हूँ कि सिंगल लाइफ ही बेहतर लाइफ है...!

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I see other people And they’re happy two by two It’s like they all know Exactly what they should do. They smile sweetly They hug and hold hands TheY talk to each other And seem to understand. They look into their eyes And don’t quickly look away And seem to be listening To what the other has to say. The smiles are frequent And so is the cheerful laughter. It seems they are well into Their happily ever after. Two minus one The mathematics of my story. Plenty of guts But never that much of glory. There must be something I have not learned to do That makes one plus one Add to up to a decent two. Going out to dinner With couples is quite a trial. Everyone gets uncomfortable. I quit doing it after a while. It hurts to see happiness When you aren’t getting much. The reminders are constant With their every loving touch. Two minus one The mathematics of my story. Plenty of guts But never that much of glory. There must be something I have not learned to do That makes one plus one Add to up to a decent two.

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Sep 13, 2017

Sep 13, 2017 at 2:28 AM UTC

brent-kincaid

TWO MINUS ONE

I see other people And they’re happy two by two It’s like they all know Exactly what they should do. They smile sweetly They hug and hold hands TheY talk to each other And seem to understand. They look into their eyes And don’t quickly look away And seem to be listening To what the other has to say. The smiles are frequent And so is the cheerful laughter. It seems they are well into Their happily ever after. Two minus one The mathematics of my story. Plenty of guts But never that much of glory. There must be something I have not learned to do That makes one plus one Add to up to a decent two. Going out to dinner With couples is quite a trial. Everyone gets uncomfortable. I quit doing it after a while. It hurts to see happiness When you aren’t getting much. The reminders are constant With their every loving touch. Two minus one The mathematics of my story. Plenty of guts But never that much of glory. There must be something I have not learned to do That makes one plus one Add to up to a decent two.

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Have you heard about our tennis player? She is our first singles slayer, She can serve and she will probably hit you with an ace, She is impossible to replace. She can be the sweetest girl you have ever met, Before the game starts, we shake hands by the net, But do not try to mess with her when she is playing the tennis game, She could hit you with her racquet’s frame. But let me tell you about this girl: She can easily win the game, Not only with her smart brain, But also with her skills that will surely get her to the hall of fame. If you ever see her around, She never has a frown, She will gladly give you a smile, But do not forget to slowdown and take a look at her style. You might recognize the girl, It’s the one with the awesome curls, You will see her around these halls, And her pictures will be hanging on the walls. She is our proud valedictorian, She will forever be victorious, One of our most outstanding students, Oh what a big inspiration but she is clueless! This journey has been tremendous, So let me give a shout out to tennis, Is the sport that brought us together, I could not ask for anything better. Now looking back at the place we were, Only makes me cherish every moment I spent with her, I will always be thankful for every advice, That has helped us reach our own paradise. The best I wish for her career aims, I hope to see her in the Olympic games And be the player she wishes to become, I am a proud friend to see how far she has come. I never thought I could be this close to her, Nobody else I would prefer, To say a “see you later”, at the end, What a big blessing to call her one of my best friends!

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Aug 20, 2017

Aug 20, 2017 at 7:39 PM UTC

ipayamps

My Favorite BHS Athlete

Have you heard about our tennis player? She is our first singles slayer, She can serve and she will probably hit you with an ace, She is impossible to replace. She can be the sweetest girl you have ever met, Before the game starts, we shake hands by the net, But do not try to mess with her when she is playing the tennis game, She could hit you with her racquet’s frame. But let me tell you about this girl: She can easily win the game, Not only with her smart brain, But also with her skills that will surely get her to the hall of fame. If you ever see her around, She never has a frown, She will gladly give you a smile, But do not forget to slowdown and take a look at her style. You might recognize the girl, It’s the one with the awesome curls, You will see her around these halls, And her pictures will be hanging on the walls. She is our proud valedictorian, She will forever be victorious, One of our most outstanding students, Oh what a big inspiration but she is clueless! This journey has been tremendous, So let me give a shout out to tennis, Is the sport that brought us together, I could not ask for anything better. Now looking back at the place we were, Only makes me cherish every moment I spent with her, I will always be thankful for every advice, That has helped us reach our own paradise. The best I wish for her career aims, I hope to see her in the Olympic games And be the player she wishes to become, I am a proud friend to see how far she has come. I never thought I could be this close to her, Nobody else I would prefer, To say a “see you later”, at the end, What a big blessing to call her one of my best friends!

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A man and wife go to lunch. Premium burgers, shakes and fries. It's cheap and he can wear his sweatpants. For every one couple, there's twenty single fathers with his children. (a depressing ratio) It must be custody weekend. At the Heartbreak Hotel tables for two occupy singles. The men picked out their best shirts and the women painted their lips. Looking only for a conversation, they leave with a bill priced with another Sunday of shattered hope.

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Apr 17, 2016

Apr 17, 2016 at 12:05 AM UTC

beau-grey

Romance Is Dead (pt 1)

A man and wife go to lunch. Premium burgers, shakes and fries. It's cheap and he can wear his sweatpants. For every one couple, there's twenty single fathers with his children. (a depressing ratio) It must be custody weekend. At the Heartbreak Hotel tables for two occupy singles. The men picked out their best shirts and the women painted their lips. Looking only for a conversation, they leave with a bill priced with another Sunday of shattered hope.

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At long last I am legally separated I have been officially liberated While I wish only the best for my ex wife I am determined to be single the rest of my life A wonderful feeling sweeps over me With the realisation that I am now free But why do I feel just a little bit scared? Maybe I am not ready, just not prepared Now the lads were great, said it would be fun being single They took me out so many nights, encouraged me to mingle But it was a different world, something I had ever known How did I answer a girl who asked if I “was in the Zone” They laughed in my face when I asked “Would you like to dance”? I was so far out of date sure I did not stand a chance I had no pick up lines, what was this “banter” about In the end I made up excuses not to go out It's been six months now, worse than I thought I cannot find the happiness I have constantly sought And if there is one thing I have grown to hate It's friends surprising me with yet another blind date! To be honest I did not have a hope I am not good with women, I just cannot cope Though I have seen some ladies I would have liked to ask out My nerves go to hell and I chicken out! I have to admit I do not like being alone But I would rather try sorting it out on my own And though I know that my friends only mean well Some of their blind dates were straight from hell! Many of them I was pleased to send on their way Just hoping the dog warden was not working that day I will not use the word ugly, it is quite unkind But now I know why they say “Love is blind”! So I tried out the “Singles Club” scene But got more depressed than I have ever been There was so much pretence; the whole thing was a sham I have never seen so much mutton dressed as lamb! So I decided to give the dating agencies a try And only found out how much people lie! Then I thought I would have a go at Internet dating But my lack of computer skills made it too frustrating So I thought I might purchase a mail order bride And I must admit the few I tried Would have been happy to marry me, Yet; I could not do it, they seemed so desperate! I wondered what I was stressing myself out for And resigned myself to the life of a bachelor though when I'd see couples holding hands and kissing I began to think that there was something I was missing But then I met a woman one day on the bus And something clicked between the two of us We have being going out now for almost a year And I am sure that is wedding bells I hear!!

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Jun 11, 2015

Jun 11, 2015 at 12:05 PM UTC

damian-murphy

Trying! Extremely Trying

At long last I am legally separated I have been officially liberated While I wish only the best for my ex wife I am determined to be single the rest of my life A wonderful feeling sweeps over me With the realisation that I am now free But why do I feel just a little bit scared? Maybe I am not ready, just not prepared Now the lads were great, said it would be fun being single They took me out so many nights, encouraged me to mingle But it was a different world, something I had ever known How did I answer a girl who asked if I “was in the Zone” They laughed in my face when I asked “Would you like to dance”? I was so far out of date sure I did not stand a chance I had no pick up lines, what was this “banter” about In the end I made up excuses not to go out It's been six months now, worse than I thought I cannot find the happiness I have constantly sought And if there is one thing I have grown to hate It's friends surprising me with yet another blind date! To be honest I did not have a hope I am not good with women, I just cannot cope Though I have seen some ladies I would have liked to ask out My nerves go to hell and I chicken out! I have to admit I do not like being alone But I would rather try sorting it out on my own And though I know that my friends only mean well Some of their blind dates were straight from hell! Many of them I was pleased to send on their way Just hoping the dog warden was not working that day I will not use the word ugly, it is quite unkind But now I know why they say “Love is blind”! So I tried out the “Singles Club” scene But got more depressed than I have ever been There was so much pretence; the whole thing was a sham I have never seen so much mutton dressed as lamb! So I decided to give the dating agencies a try And only found out how much people lie! Then I thought I would have a go at Internet dating But my lack of computer skills made it too frustrating So I thought I might purchase a mail order bride And I must admit the few I tried Would have been happy to marry me, Yet; I could not do it, they seemed so desperate! I wondered what I was stressing myself out for And resigned myself to the life of a bachelor though when I'd see couples holding hands and kissing I began to think that there was something I was missing But then I met a woman one day on the bus And something clicked between the two of us We have being going out now for almost a year And I am sure that is wedding bells I hear!!

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Gather up every single one This is our day to have some fun Both hands are free and lips untouched No need to impress, no need to rush Keep your money, leave the rose Don't be ashamed if everyone knows No need to shower or do your hair Because you're not going anywhere ***** your manners, just be you Let's face it, what else is there to do No staring across an awkward table No 'boyfriend' 'girlfriend' typical label Forget a mushy gooey Valentine Or all the drunk ***** with their fancy wine The perfect Valentine for me Is on my couch, warm and comfy!

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Feb 10, 2015

Feb 10, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC

LovelyBones3

Valentines Day 3

Gather up every single one This is our day to have some fun Both hands are free and lips untouched No need to impress, no need to rush Keep your money, leave the rose Don't be ashamed if everyone knows No need to shower or do your hair Because you're not going anywhere ***** your manners, just be you Let's face it, what else is there to do No staring across an awkward table No 'boyfriend' 'girlfriend' typical label Forget a mushy gooey Valentine Or all the drunk ***** with their fancy wine The perfect Valentine for me Is on my couch, warm and comfy!

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Where dark and devastated loners, Eat black painted noodles. Sorry sad singles, Lonely people! Who dream of dark things, nightshade and purple; Dressed in black, Black nail polish, Black accessories, black shoes. Marking the time, but no looking back; Drowning sorrows, With little green bottles, Never love a tear. Kiss seldom, like a cold rainy holiday, The small girl nowhere views the black dressed drunk in the mirror. Missing love on this blackest of days... © 2014 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

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Dec 5, 2014

Dec 5, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC

ronald-j-chapman

Black Day (Regional Korea)

Where dark and devastated loners, Eat black painted noodles. Sorry sad singles, Lonely people! Who dream of dark things, nightshade and purple; Dressed in black, Black nail polish, Black accessories, black shoes. Marking the time, but no looking back; Drowning sorrows, With little green bottles, Never love a tear. Kiss seldom, like a cold rainy holiday, The small girl nowhere views the black dressed drunk in the mirror. Missing love on this blackest of days... © 2014 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

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I trace my finger around. With red lipstick on I wear the skin of the pets I had, looking like a marigold shot through the head, my bare skin is barbed in the back. Such trouble and quiet with the wrap-around, the cross-walk, and floral shop as I browse. The white elephant in the upstairs bedroom, is making it hard for every one of us to sleep. With this Africa becomes a disease, that I unwrap from a cotton white sheet. When I breathe life is going good, under the spells of wicked and word. I like to call out in the night, so with no response I can plead for the courage to think; all the suburban philistines try to help me, but I can't tell a joke because I cannot read. Every thing amounts to being fat. Or liquidated in the most pathetic singles party for Karl Lagerfeld. Numb fingers slur the words as I type telephone numbers that end in threes. I see a notice to be called upon, but it's hard to remember what day it is when your job only pays you in financial advice, "Don't do as I do, but please just do what I say." And I can smell that. The approach that a hunter brews in his midnight solemn cup of tea. Where a voice chimes in while a mouse runs out, dragging the corners of my eyes in a lagging meme, it doesn't do well to even be yourself sometimes, once while traveling I couldn't see. Come that morning I had left my hotel pass inside my favorite pants, black denim toting paint from a ******** shot, a picture that explains my disease. The fifty inch fan hums an anonymous tune that when I turn quickly towards it becomes this feral baboon. And is it hardly based on fact or is it the illusions and the myths that Christopher Robins struck inside of me. With his griseous hands made of soot and of gouache, that worshipped animals that wear clothes outside. And even sometimes there are z's that transform into other creatures that hum real fast and talk out loud in nursery rhymes, a Whatsit and a Woozel are totally, too much for me. I turn the fan off and lay back down, and fight the world off with hands from another guy, much braver than I who doesn't even have tattoos but he's the top wordsmith from Buckingham. What a beautiful treat and such a magnificent surprise that the elephant lays down to die. Of course that's when my mouth dries up with smoke and my voice turns into the vanilla flavoring that everyone hates, and then too I felt like laying down to die. But I'm not 97 like I had thought I'm quite sure that I'm still alive. The white moon shines into my bedroom window at night and I pretend that I direct for the sky.

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Apr 26, 2014

Apr 26, 2014 at 5:24 AM UTC

martin-narrod

Not 97 I Surmise

I trace my finger around. With red lipstick on I wear the skin of the pets I had, looking like a marigold shot through the head, my bare skin is barbed in the back. Such trouble and quiet with the wrap-around, the cross-walk, and floral shop as I browse. The white elephant in the upstairs bedroom, is making it hard for every one of us to sleep. With this Africa becomes a disease, that I unwrap from a cotton white sheet. When I breathe life is going good, under the spells of wicked and word. I like to call out in the night, so with no response I can plead for the courage to think; all the suburban philistines try to help me, but I can't tell a joke because I cannot read. Every thing amounts to being fat. Or liquidated in the most pathetic singles party for Karl Lagerfeld. Numb fingers slur the words as I type telephone numbers that end in threes. I see a notice to be called upon, but it's hard to remember what day it is when your job only pays you in financial advice, "Don't do as I do, but please just do what I say." And I can smell that. The approach that a hunter brews in his midnight solemn cup of tea. Where a voice chimes in while a mouse runs out, dragging the corners of my eyes in a lagging meme, it doesn't do well to even be yourself sometimes, once while traveling I couldn't see. Come that morning I had left my hotel pass inside my favorite pants, black denim toting paint from a ******** shot, a picture that explains my disease. The fifty inch fan hums an anonymous tune that when I turn quickly towards it becomes this feral baboon. And is it hardly based on fact or is it the illusions and the myths that Christopher Robins struck inside of me. With his griseous hands made of soot and of gouache, that worshipped animals that wear clothes outside. And even sometimes there are z's that transform into other creatures that hum real fast and talk out loud in nursery rhymes, a Whatsit and a Woozel are totally, too much for me. I turn the fan off and lay back down, and fight the world off with hands from another guy, much braver than I who doesn't even have tattoos but he's the top wordsmith from Buckingham. What a beautiful treat and such a magnificent surprise that the elephant lays down to die. Of course that's when my mouth dries up with smoke and my voice turns into the vanilla flavoring that everyone hates, and then too I felt like laying down to die. But I'm not 97 like I had thought I'm quite sure that I'm still alive. The white moon shines into my bedroom window at night and I pretend that I direct for the sky.

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