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#upbeat
Whenever my family and I, Prepare to embark on a fair drive, I grab my phone with my playlist along with my headphones. Filled with excitement that nobody knows. We set out on our excursion, I put my headphones in, I turn on my music, And let the symphonies enter my head. If I close my eyes, I can visualize, An ancient city filled with song and dance, Amidst a sacred feast with the finest band. I see the dresses swirl, and I smell the wheat in the fields, Along with the fresh bread that they created with their yields. The song changes to a more melancholic melody, I envision a final stand, one with honor and dignity. The knight fights its hardest, but is overrun, The piano’s keys, haunting me, as it dies under the setting sun. Another change, more upbeat, a comforting, catchy symphony. I wish to dance, but I am confined to the car seat. I open my eyes and look to the right, At the sprawling landscape we’ve been passing by, But instead of farmland and trees, guess what I see, The same mind-boggling envisioning! More songs play, various tones, From joyous to somber, sacred to monotone, Threatening to empowering, all on their own. The drums beat to the piano’s keys, As a rare mandolin strums in harmony. A glorious symphony, An undertone for creativity. Oh, the power of envisioning!
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Sep 18, 2025
Sep 18, 2025 at 7:17 PM UTC
Envisioning
Much thought, that I've invested into the disposal of my fleshy, mangled hull. Exquisite cadaver, worn and tested, infested with maggots, fattening themselves on marrow, digging through my skull. Take your pick upon my passing, most I've shared my plans with. All you who know what to do, though it might be a minute. Those plans were made in dire times, expectant of winter's end in a blink. Strap my sack of bloated meat to a float, equipped with fireworks and gunpowder. Light the fuse, send me to sea, make it rain. Feed the fish, marvel at macabre shower of total annihilation and colors of bliss, rainbows and proud refuge in endless abstract nothing. Grind my bones into dust, feed the earth, grow your plants and inhale my essence. Satiate your curiosity, save a finger, fry it in canola oil and do tell what I taste like once you're down here with me. Pick a painting on my skin, it's yours for the taking. Frame it, jar it, keep me around. For the curious occasion that I rise from the ground and observe some patches missing. Stuff me with wool, embalm my cadaver, set me up in grizzly stance. Whatever you do, don't mourn me. I've seen the nature of this world, enough for seven lifetimes. Mourn the fact that we lost one more degenerate but don't mourn me out of love. If you feel so inclined then mourn me out of spite and take a clue from Thomas, same as I decided to rage and not give in. My plans have changed, I'd like to stay around. But should the void ever find me, read this poem out and take your pick upon my passing. Make my exit strange, massive, morbid and wonderfully loud.
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Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 12:51 PM UTC
Make It Rain
Much thought, that I've invested into the disposal of my fleshy, mangled hull. Exquisite cadaver, worn and tested, infested with maggots, fattening themselves on marrow, digging through my skull. Take your pick upon my passing, most I've shared my plans with. All you who know what to do, though it might be a minute. Those plans were made in dire times, expectant of winter's end in a blink. Strap my sack of bloated meat to a float, equipped with fireworks and gunpowder. Light the fuse, send me to sea, make it rain. Feed the fish, marvel at macabre shower of total annihilation and colors of bliss, rainbows and proud refuge in endless abstract nothing. Grind my bones into dust, feed the earth, grow your plants and inhale my essence. Satiate your curiosity, save a finger, fry it in canola oil and do tell what I taste like once you're down here with me. Pick a painting on my skin, it's yours for the taking. Frame it, jar it, keep me around. For the curious occasion that I rise from the ground and observe some patches missing. Stuff me with wool, embalm my cadaver, set me up in grizzly stance. Whatever you do, don't mourn me. I've seen the nature of this world, enough for seven lifetimes. Mourn the fact that we lost one more degenerate but don't mourn me out of love. If you feel so inclined then mourn me out of spite and take a clue from Thomas, same as I decided to rage and not give in. My plans have changed, I'd like to stay around. But should the void ever find me, read this poem out and take your pick upon my passing. Make my exit strange, massive, morbid and wonderfully loud.
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a clay coloured mug with the dregs of now-cold coffee swirling with bits accumulated dust and a fallen fly left on the side it needs to be washed but will be ignored time and again each time i pass by because of how it is stained; not by the rings lining it's inner surface from top to bottom with striations of brown but because of the lipstick smudge on its outer edge a sign of her presence of all the memories that a smear of red can conjure and a reminder that she will be home soon
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Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 10:07 AM UTC
a clay coloured mug
A poem to start my journey of verse; A life with no words would surely be worse. To express your joys and woes in this way, Can change the mood of any a-day. So forgive me if this is a little bit trite But I hope for my first one, you'll think it's alright. :)
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Nov 19, 2021
Nov 19, 2021 at 12:50 PM UTC
Starting Out
My emotions pour out in a torrent with the sound of this magical night: as you move in a trance, in the moment, I embrace you with bright disco lights. Hear the beats of my heart, of the music; touch the notes of the dance, of my soul; lose yourself to the rhythm, amuse me - on the dance floor, for you, I'm the song.
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Sep 5, 2021
Sep 5, 2021 at 12:32 PM UTC
My emotions pour out in a torrent
Walk along the Riverbed Down in the Valley Is it real or in my Head What is life but a fool's Folly Ha ha, Ha ha, Tis' life naught but a grand joke Seeing this, I feel as a bull being released from Yoke. Wild and Free, unconquered by life's pains In such a short time in such a wicked world, no reason to refrain Maybe the joke is on me? We will have to see A laugh here a tear there Life is naught but a Fair A fair of laughter and love Of hate, anger, and sadness It is so fragile like a Dove Tis Tough and Pitiless.
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Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 2:36 PM UTC
Lifes Laugh
#* Therapy for one Can be a cause of worry, anxiety For another Living off your mind Your learnings Makes it easier Limiting boundaries Avoiding encroachments Live free and together In this big world Prosper forever *#
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Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 1:27 PM UTC
Your mind
there was a lot of love in this decade the people joined a peace parade the air was filled with an upbeat atmosphere   the flower children were on a higher sphere tunes started to sound like they'd been set free the musicians weren't bound by a formalized key fashion underwent a considerable change whereupon the beaded look wasn't so strange may these scant clues aid all of you in finding what decade I'm taking you to
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Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 11:32 PM UTC
What Decade Is This? (Riddle Poem)
Well, well. What am I experiencing here? A growth in my personality, Or am I reflecting my peers? As a shy small bug, I felt as if my mouth made no sound. But recently, that's not the case. It feels as if my life has turned around! Because, I am no longer afraid of what I have to say. I am no longer afraid of what's inside! Because that fear has grown exponentially, To become something outside of my own mind. I am no longer afraid of myself. No, I am afraid of you! I am afraid of what could happen, yes! I am afraid of what you'll make me do. I am afraid of the dark, Yet I simply won't sleep with light. I am afraid of these monsters, But if I live without them, I might die. I am afraid of endless possibilities, A burglary happens every fifteen seconds! I am afraid of what you'll say to me, If I tell you I am not perfect. But, ha, You already knew that, didn't you? Silly me. What am I afraid of?
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Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 11:40 PM UTC
Everything.
Happy happy joyous slappy passing by the desolate and ****** Waving flags so elated rising above the dark and crated Waxing ecstatic automatic soaring clouds over glum dramatic Fully mirthed energy astounds a sense of worth I'm passing round I won't be ever coming down at least to earth I won't be bound
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Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 9:18 AM UTC
Universally Jolly
Randomness is a rhyme of loves vibration. A singular beat is monotonous, Stagnation of verses that repeat becoming bad tempos. Loves an unpredictable rhyme that changes upon occasions, keeping the tempo swaying like the randomness of a hearts echoed beat.
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Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 5:56 PM UTC
Love Is A Random Tempo
Nothing like, a cat soiree Dancing cats, it's their forte' If you're ever in thoughtful doubt Need to smile, but can only pout Find the cats, at their hangout As they sing and dance about Doing jigs and Rumba ques Square dancing, a happy view Tapping out to follow thru Catty moves, line dancing too Here Merengue, there is jive Frolicking free, fully alive No better joy, of feline scenes Kittens cavort, like dancing fiends
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Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 9:02 AM UTC
Fabulous frisky fancy flying feline fur feet
I don't have the answers If I did I wouldn't be in this situation Sitting here with a blank sheet of paper before me Looking at the moon wishing it could speak So bad I wanted to impress you But at this point I'd be impress if you even noticed I mean look at you You're like goddess One who was put here just to make everyone jealous You're so perfect That smile Them eyes Even the way you sneeze has a certain cuteness to it I know this is sounding kind of corny So I guess it's a good that this is just me thinking to myself Though for the records my thoughts speak the truth You're just beautiful in everything you do
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Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
Answers
Heart of gold? Heart of sin? So much to hold, Can't take it all in. Turn around and let it go, So many tears need to flow. Cry it out, Or throw some things, Just don't decide, To end everything.
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Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 8:19 PM UTC
The Sorrow Will End
So full of care and love.   Precious time given to others.     Even when you're not wanting to.        Cuz you're a person of nice quality.           I have so much respect for you, friend.             And you should know I will never let go.                Love imbues your essence and your spirit.
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Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 7:13 PM UTC
You're S.P.E.C.I.A.L.
You don't have to... Cut Drink Drug Have *** Lie Work Or be popular to fill that hole in you. It's not about being perfect, but being vulnerable. Maybe if you open yourself up, let go of your control You could find a piece of that peace you're looking for. I'm always here if anyone needs me. -JJ
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Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 9:09 PM UTC
To Those that Hate Themselves
I see millions of fingers curled up as fists protesting death everyday but, believe me friend, my hands will be one in very few biding farewell to life Because every breath that I take, takes me a step closer to death, Every breath that i hold makes me feel like a fool refusing to believe that it will come to me someday, Life is a garden where death blooms So don't tell me not to drink, jump and smoke because I don't want to die wanting to live more, Its not because I am not happy I just don't want death to surprise me, I wanna see it coming And live I wanna run through narrow lanes, through alleys, through staircases leading both ways and through highways I wanna swing through ups and downs, twist and shout, stumble and stay to redeem the imbalance and run again I wanna live as long as I am alive because deathbed is a bed of regrets but believe me friend, I will be smiling I have befriended hundreds and hurt none, I have grown up right from the spot I was wrong, I have loved and been loved by some So I will remain, as memories and stories for generations to come And be remembered as the man who never died Because every time I question life, life hits me with another question just to teach me that life is just for living Live until you die
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Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 7:03 AM UTC
Live
You got me on the top of the world And I don't ever want to come down I got a smile painted on my face You got me looking like a circus clown I can't explain it in words Not ones that can be spoken You got me under a spell And I know it can't be broken But God, I'm begging, Please don't ever break it 'Cause I'm thinking about losing you And I know I couldn't take it
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Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 1:29 PM UTC
You Got Me