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#toll
The dots keep popping out of the blank canvass map; and then they vanish. Ceasing to gleam entirely; fading into nothingness.
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4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 2:31 PM UTC
Coronavirus Casualties.
It's not the time it's the toll
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Jan 17, 2025
Jan 17, 2025 at 6:15 AM UTC
What's wrong?
What!? You say you're tired of living, well, I think I know what you mean as I also don't regard myself being particularly, at all now, very keen. The last couple of years have taken their toll on me so much so that its become obvious for any to see. The affairs of this world are just one thing I've considered but what are the things I've done which haven't delivered? __________________________
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May 12, 2024
May 12, 2024 at 9:24 PM UTC
Tired of Living?
i am not thinking clearly no more drinking does a toll on my mind
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Apr 29, 2024
Apr 29, 2024 at 10:05 PM UTC
haiku24/4/29a
A lost grip, Another familiar slip Running parallel with a predictable confidence dip Regardless of every other absorbed hit No one's record is perfect It was bound to become evident Taking a toll Beginning to show Worried life will dole out more trouble than one should be expected to tow Stashed in the back of a mind is the knowledge it's possible Work to avoid the void of a logic loophole that feeds the unreasonable While acknowledging life cares so very little About a big ol' white flag run up a pole ©2024
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Apr 18, 2024
Apr 18, 2024 at 2:26 PM UTC
~•§•~ The Toll Taken ~•§•~
~ *Dead channel skies Segregation in the flat fields A hole in the silver lining Where the fence is low* ~ *They fell from the moon last night Caught in a strange Chapter of fear The land is inhospitable And so are we Wipe them from your mind We must preserve what is left* ~
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Feb 27, 2024
Feb 27, 2024 at 7:37 PM UTC
All These Dots Were Missing Persons
there is a price to authenticity that most people are not prepared to pay the cost (at least in part) is: indifference, isolation, rejection, failure, anxiety, madness, etc. it's vicious strangers and deadly lovers-- all of them with spinning flowers for eyes as they dig in: the elbow, the heel, the knife becoming who you are demands that you sacrifice every inch of what you thought you were to the eternal flames it means you're gonna be hard on yourself--harder than anybody else has ever been on you it means you're gonna think about killing yourself sometimes--you may even come close-- and, make no mistake, it will be the death of you someday, but it will be the best death you could've offered yourself you will look back upon your life with a cutting smile and piercing eyes knowing that you stayed fighting through every cheap shot, backstab, and bad call every knockdown, defeat, and sabotage you kept coming, no matter what life threw at you: poverty, shame, guilt, loss, exile these things mean nothing in the face of true becoming and what is becoming if not annihilation and that which remains after its totality?
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Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 7:24 AM UTC
the toll
Young lives are being slaughtered by knives law and order seems to have no power to contain the gangs creating such strife brutality grows not by weeks but the hour these crimes getting rapidly out of control with no logic to the mounting toll! The gangs culture has been allowed to expand cities towns and villages none are immune in the present climate they are in command too often on the roadside flowers are strewn lawlessness spreads as people are oppressed helpless we stand as a society transgressed! A bleak future violence escalates and discipline is now lost allowing worrying complacency in surely it extends far deeper into our culture where nobody can see that hovering vulture! Now nobody is safe from the threat of violence as corruption destroys human tolerance! #TheFoureyedPoet.
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Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 1:25 PM UTC
Knives!
When someone tells you they love you What does that mean to you ? It means I lose everything I lose my very being I lose everything I'm used to seeing But love you decieve me Tricked me into contentment Believing I was comfortable High Apon my feet shouting with Glee But you decieved me. Now I am alone Not making a move Because it comes with a fee You take it so easily As I crumble With every part of me I'm lost The cost Is too much I let go And forget I breath I thought I was better To know When I was decieved.
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Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 2:32 AM UTC
To love
There's a tolling depth to me, A rebounding chasm Space a hopeful quantity Tuned instruments ignore Where broken column qualities Lie naked in the unkempt stubble Undisturbed, those civilised peaks Mountains for heavens bored smooth by soft hands Champing teeth abound the wind, Old sounds of dun legs taking flight And leaving the knotted trees That died in the clotted soil Be warned, beasts have left this barren Sharp corners have been smoothed for Once this land was deep and green And gushed with florid indecencies Now its depth tolls With the charter of the wind Scattering what few collected rocks remain As bricks for walls built far beyond.
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Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 10:39 AM UTC
Toll
I'm running out and drying up you've left me no more tears to cry love gone is our time my soul a stone stuck beneath waves of emotional toll so please get out let me dream of something more pleasant I can't do this forever and sooner or later it's you or me who will be dust
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Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 12:39 AM UTC
This Wound Still Bleeds
bodies for my shrapnel lay limp on the street like dogs in the summer time. i will bring my storm to you. have faith in my punch, believe it. but don’t you trust a survivor. they wouldnt know how to leave a city in wake. they wouldnt know not to pull the knife out. i am a hurricane with skin and i will rip your house in half if i have time to catch a glimpse. you can pack your bags and flee but i dont stay gone. i live on forever, i dont die easy. the toll will raise.
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Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 6:56 PM UTC
grieving for snakes
as there's a potato in her frock that she cried shank a pleasantry that persisted when she'd only garner a twist that hers now exist in this open context albeit that seeds her trust
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Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 4:17 AM UTC
Omen
The demons live within my soul I cut thin lines to let them go They just make the memories grow Over and over they make them show Oh so very long ago Within my head thier seeds they sow Over the years They took control They left me feeling so ******* low My misery is thier only goal With every punch I try to roll The more I take the more they throw It's really starting to take it's toll Through my agony they just stroll Every ounce of happiness is what they stole They left me in the deepest, darkest hole
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Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 10:28 PM UTC
Demons Live
You can't be lost if you have never been found, You can't fly if you've never walked upon the ground, You can't be broken if you you were never whole, Because that's what life is life takes its toll.
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 7:39 AM UTC
Never Been
You can't be lost if you have never been found, You can't fly if you've never walked upon the ground, You can't be broken if you you were never whole, Because that's what life is life takes its toll.
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Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 11:41 PM UTC
Life
Far into the night I wandered over vast age and distance before time or names through dense shadow thickets across wide black waters to the edge of an infinite sea In my palm, a pebble which I skipped along the surface disturbing the dark glass I heard a thousand voices saw a thousand faces and lived a thousand lives all in a moment I knew yellow I knew cinnamon I know fear and love and I found you and I found many others but you I found again and again over countless lives I found and lost you a thousand times the melody rolling outward forever and on the stone and the sea the world in a song
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Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 10:30 PM UTC
The Stone and The Sea
You said we've all got cracks and blemishes wrinkles in our character the little crevices where the past is hidden where the fear settles as a dust, nibbling away at a fragile foundation It's this Modern Age I said, kids in the automaton state profit slaves desperate to break their screens and return to the fields rise and set with the sun like in the ancient golden seasons But you smiled, it has always been so men with eyes glazed recalling days long gone when the real work was done when love was grand and the food were rich Roman hearts pining for halcyon Greek nights Then we are born crooked it seems fresh but weathered like newborn lava set under pressure, too old for our years just clumsy instruments put to task in a china shop every stumble a chip in our innocence And in there lies our radiance you beamed with every glass shattered, a million gems by accident refracting light on an imperfect world every hasty breath a powerful wind destined for great heights
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Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 10:28 PM UTC
Clumsy Instruments
and I woke from a dream as fading clouds float downstream and collect like leaves at the mouth of the sea, children of the spring monsoons, but today merely a wave I see all this from my perch high above the main, rolling to and fro on Mother's breath, her every sigh gives us motion, portends danger leaning her shoulder on rocky cliffs and I woke from a dream to a screaming train car gripping the tracks, gobbling human snacks and spitting them back out on the streets passing signs that press for cash as goblin laughs mock and sneer from the fleeting recesses, off limits to civilian souls, just one more stop to go and I woke from a dream with bare feet on cool tile water drops pooling in low spots of grout and steam collecting in the corners while dawn peeks through thawed out windows, a dim promise of the heat of day shaking the dew from my eyes I see in the mirror haze, strange reflections, unfamiliar through a glass roof sky cursing screaming questions why and I woke from a dream and I finally woke free in your arms, far from dark seas and subway dreams and prophesies clawing sleep like an attacker wrestling sheets and memories and welcoming the day to ponder what these visions foretell, left to wonder the vast expanse of mind fumbling for a pen to try and I woke from a dream
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Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 10:09 PM UTC
and I woke from a dream
I sent my soul to walking down barren wastes of land housing nothing but garbage rats and all the worst kinds of people where conversation was bleak and simple and hopeless dreams were last week's lottery tickets, scattered and forgotten in the ditches along empty bottles So I sent my soul to diving lower than light cares to go so low that thoughts weigh tons and past plans sink into canyons forever lost in cold chambers where ***** and eels munch on ancient bones from a world away never knowing of the sun above them So I sent my soul to flying dodging lightning, seeking craving and reaching but the outskirts of heaven desperate for love, but finding only hostile bodies hurled down paths with no beginning and no care for earthly truths and happy endings holy indifferent to joy and pain So I sent my soul to writing to wallow in the mud and shame to sift among the shadows for a song or simply a voice alone to sing and weep along with me never to see the dawn, a few scratches on a page and nothing more a single soul sent wandering far
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Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC
I Sent My Soul
I once rubbed a crucifix to know what it was like to be touched by Christ. It wasn't warm. He wasn't warm. He was rusty metal. A relic. A man who has long since died. One day that will be me. A long lost artifact Or photograph, that will be stuffed in a drawer next to a book and some condoms.
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Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
11/26/15
No one will ever know How I felt about you No, no one will ever know All the Sleepless nights I had Each tear would fall Fall like the Niagara Falls The thought of you Oh, it hurts me so If I could see that beautiful light Shining across your face Or to feel your lips One last time Would be music To my ears It was just you and me Our love was different I cannot lie It was just you and me But now We are no more Our time has took its toll By: ZainaMusic
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Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 10:33 AM UTC
No One...
*I'm sorry, strong little guy For all the pain and pressure You see, it wasn't entirely me, Wasn't all MY fault It was all them, Not me Ok, that was a slight lie, Please forgive me I took things slightly more seriously Than your blood pumping could ever do You work my veins Until they decay The blood rotten and thick It drools throughout my flesh The pressure will take its toll one day And you will not forgive me for it*
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Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
A Message To The Heart