#stash - Hello Poetry

Is burrowing a web weaving a collection, accumulating an anthology For a far gone day Stash them away set them aside with a what, when, why rather than right now ambitious zeal discoverable. findability. Its the nature of the undertaking. My minds an unavoidable reciprocal Gratified by wasting time, It’s just there filling space Tucked away for a rainy day In every nook and cranny Tickling the fancy. Affording a kind of intellectual gusto that's borderline deplorable accumulatively downright trifling. Nonetheless, even if it's unnecessary I'll never get my fill paper to hand typing away uncovering all of life's mysteries

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Oct 14, 2017

Oct 14, 2017 at 10:09 AM UTC

NeonRobinson

This Nervous Squirrel

Is burrowing a web weaving a collection, accumulating an anthology For a far gone day Stash them away set them aside with a what, when, why rather than right now ambitious zeal discoverable. findability. Its the nature of the undertaking. My minds an unavoidable reciprocal Gratified by wasting time, It’s just there filling space Tucked away for a rainy day In every nook and cranny Tickling the fancy. Affording a kind of intellectual gusto that's borderline deplorable accumulatively downright trifling. Nonetheless, even if it's unnecessary I'll never get my fill paper to hand typing away uncovering all of life's mysteries

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“alice, drink the potion” they said, “we all think you’re a little mad.” oh, but truly, can’t you see? in most cases madness is the key. why be fragile? don’t collapse, rather take some of my stash. hidden goods, with you i’ll share, just to show, i really care. underground, to Wonderland, darlin’ now, come, take my hand. we’ll tap-dance from outta here, “stop resisting!”, they’re too near. you’re almost there, but then you crack, (“was it too much?”) they lock you up like a maniac.

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Feb 16, 2019

Feb 16, 2019 at 3:15 PM UTC

anawkwardintruder

alice’s stash

“alice, drink the potion” they said, “we all think you’re a little mad.” oh, but truly, can’t you see? in most cases madness is the key. why be fragile? don’t collapse, rather take some of my stash. hidden goods, with you i’ll share, just to show, i really care. underground, to Wonderland, darlin’ now, come, take my hand. we’ll tap-dance from outta here, “stop resisting!”, they’re too near. you’re almost there, but then you crack, (“was it too much?”) they lock you up like a maniac.

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There's a vato in the milky way sporting a fedora and a stash... I saw him from a mountain .....high somewhere between New Mexico and Arizona .....smashed. I took a pic to pinch myself get proof of what I'd seen. And sure enough when I zoomed in there he was, looking really mean. I never knew the Aztecs had gone to outer space....but I have proof... I can show you...you could never miss his face.

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Aug 19, 2018

Aug 19, 2018 at 2:02 AM UTC

A-NU_0LD_POET

The Milky Way Vato

There's a vato in the milky way sporting a fedora and a stash... I saw him from a mountain .....high somewhere between New Mexico and Arizona .....smashed. I took a pic to pinch myself get proof of what I'd seen. And sure enough when I zoomed in there he was, looking really mean. I never knew the Aztecs had gone to outer space....but I have proof... I can show you...you could never miss his face.

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buying the operator off is such a bonzer notion the whiff of currency ensuring lofty promotion money does the talking at that particular place speaking ever so crudely was an utter disgrace but a most unfortunate day would soon arrive when the wallet ran out of paying contrive the avarice shown by ye collecting master knew no end in its voracious caster once he'd extracted every bit of cash he moved onto the next aspirant's stash

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Jul 28, 2018

Jul 28, 2018 at 11:44 PM UTC

ElizabethSquires

Next Aspirant's Stash

buying the operator off is such a bonzer notion the whiff of currency ensuring lofty promotion money does the talking at that particular place speaking ever so crudely was an utter disgrace but a most unfortunate day would soon arrive when the wallet ran out of paying contrive the avarice shown by ye collecting master knew no end in its voracious caster once he'd extracted every bit of cash he moved onto the next aspirant's stash

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my eyes were open for two years fear, I couldn't close them, even when it was so clear what had I just signed up for, you swore, why are we in a civil war waiting for you to just ******* crash but with your stash, you're having a blast drifting away from reality, carefree, giving me the third degree, you lost me control couldn't save you and neither could I I knew we just both had to survive I felt weak, but now I know I was strong my eyes were tired for being open for so **** long you didn't just crash, you ******* burned you burned all of your bridges with no where left to turn flight or fight, fright, I can't trust you without a ******* knife, I closed my eyes, finally, and I suddenly gained all sight I didn't need a reason to help you but maybe I wanted to close my eyes again maybe I wanted peace, a close to an end because for two years, I couldn't close my eyes so thank you now I am wise

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May 17, 2018

May 17, 2018 at 1:16 AM UTC

sheisblue

two years

my eyes were open for two years fear, I couldn't close them, even when it was so clear what had I just signed up for, you swore, why are we in a civil war waiting for you to just ******* crash but with your stash, you're having a blast drifting away from reality, carefree, giving me the third degree, you lost me control couldn't save you and neither could I I knew we just both had to survive I felt weak, but now I know I was strong my eyes were tired for being open for so **** long you didn't just crash, you ******* burned you burned all of your bridges with no where left to turn flight or fight, fright, I can't trust you without a ******* knife, I closed my eyes, finally, and I suddenly gained all sight I didn't need a reason to help you but maybe I wanted to close my eyes again maybe I wanted peace, a close to an end because for two years, I couldn't close my eyes so thank you now I am wise

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Well, I sat down to write a happy one, But all I can think of is the need to make more money, As the song “Blue Christmas” played along to the thoughts inside my head, As if the symphony and melodrama hung around to make me take the leap, Of faith, grit and courage, The one that will help me fly like an eagle they say Or maybe take the free fall like the dead duck straight from that 90’s video game, duck hunt, I say Either which way, I will get to fly for a while, But why fly high for just a while, when you can cruise at the same height with the stash kept clean and ready to be lit, I sat down to write again, A happy one this time for sure, I said to myself As I lit, and flew all over again

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Apr 22, 2017

Apr 22, 2017 at 4:52 AM UTC

arjun-raj

Duck Hunt

Well, I sat down to write a happy one, But all I can think of is the need to make more money, As the song “Blue Christmas” played along to the thoughts inside my head, As if the symphony and melodrama hung around to make me take the leap, Of faith, grit and courage, The one that will help me fly like an eagle they say Or maybe take the free fall like the dead duck straight from that 90’s video game, duck hunt, I say Either which way, I will get to fly for a while, But why fly high for just a while, when you can cruise at the same height with the stash kept clean and ready to be lit, I sat down to write again, A happy one this time for sure, I said to myself As I lit, and flew all over again

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What a revelation, slowly understanding you, that is. Your humility and silence were a thousand words unspoken and unwritten. Somehow, I could only imagine the unspoken love you harbour for the unspoken girl. Such envy I feel, yet, I shan’t do anything about this envy. Not this time. Not ever again. But wait, I never did. Sure, I say that now, But maybe, one day, when we’re older, and wiser. I’ll take the chance and ask again. Break the ice, and melt away the strain. But here I am, already attracted to another smile.

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Jan 9, 2017

Jan 9, 2017 at 5:04 AM UTC

alifah-ilyana

Strain.

What a revelation, slowly understanding you, that is. Your humility and silence were a thousand words unspoken and unwritten. Somehow, I could only imagine the unspoken love you harbour for the unspoken girl. Such envy I feel, yet, I shan’t do anything about this envy. Not this time. Not ever again. But wait, I never did. Sure, I say that now, But maybe, one day, when we’re older, and wiser. I’ll take the chance and ask again. Break the ice, and melt away the strain. But here I am, already attracted to another smile.

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Our daily life and its trash, Our shadows and secrets in a stash, One day we'll be ancient lives, Not strictly business, once did thrive, All lost in the translation to trash, our sacred institutions, The mixed views of the robots, For humans, they'll have soft spots, All our shadows in a stash, Secrets of daily life in trash!

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Aug 28, 2016

Aug 28, 2016 at 1:25 AM UTC

julie-grenness

TRASH OR STASH?

Our daily life and its trash, Our shadows and secrets in a stash, One day we'll be ancient lives, Not strictly business, once did thrive, All lost in the translation to trash, our sacred institutions, The mixed views of the robots, For humans, they'll have soft spots, All our shadows in a stash, Secrets of daily life in trash!

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