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i'll keep telling myself i'm fine till i'm dead you can always improve yourself tomorrow a fatal flaw - one i'm too comfortable with to change on my own two feet, alone but i keep jumping off bridges and hoping that i don't hit my hopes on the way down even underwater i'm hopelessly hopeful
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 9:09 PM UTC
hopefully hopeless
Coal, graphite and diamond All are elements of pure carbon If you take a vote I will go with graphite Cause I am a writer - @ Musfiq us shaleheen
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Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
Graphite means I write
(cuz ma life iz such a drag... this **** kin “FAKE” hemp pyre aye roll out to you dear reader). As a double jointed mathematical abbot and amateur chemist specializing in cannabinoids my favorite delta-9-tetra hydrocannabinol (THC), isolated and synthesized in 1964 weeding thru bathroom rag while athwart the ***** i.e. measuring adequate perforated square roto root er, sans regular toilet tissue paper prior to completing important private business matter on the sacred porcelain chamber *** Mary Jane made a token appearance, and boy she looked smoke kin hot asking if I wanna marry (Jane) her attired in drag at a joint where Billy Bong banged on by the hands of a phenomenal drummer taut as a hemp knot with music in his blood while blowing fractal rings – holy Scott the immediate utterance, and rather creative bon mot found me stock still like stone wall Jackson, who unfortunately got deprived a hit, nonetheless got shot unwittingly by his own (confederate troops), whose demise an awful blot per southern cause during the Civil War and if anachronism to receive medicinal aide available instead of primitive treatment he got (as well other wounded soldiers of misfortune on the battlefield), whose faith the any almighty power could do little to save their roach invested lot yet availing my imagination to twist time like that Mobius strip mortally wounded rebels and Yankees free from facing death on a cot might be successful hemp entrepreneurs cultivating a little spot of land hemp would outstrip cotton as king as export to trot orange you glad I avoided the analogy with a kumquat?
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Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 1:26 AM UTC
Cannabis Sativa Mini Seedy Saga
(cuz ma life iz such a drag... this **** kin “FAKE” hemp pyre aye roll out to you dear reader). As a double jointed mathematical abbot and amateur chemist specializing in cannabinoids my favorite delta-9-tetra hydrocannabinol (THC), isolated and synthesized in 1964 weeding thru bathroom rag while athwart the ***** i.e. measuring adequate perforated square roto root er, sans regular toilet tissue paper prior to completing important private business matter on the sacred porcelain chamber *** Mary Jane made a token appearance, and boy she looked smoke kin hot asking if I wanna marry (Jane) her attired in drag at a joint where Billy Bong banged on by the hands of a phenomenal drummer taut as a hemp knot with music in his blood while blowing fractal rings – holy Scott the immediate utterance, and rather creative bon mot found me stock still like stone wall Jackson, who unfortunately got deprived a hit, nonetheless got shot unwittingly by his own (confederate troops), whose demise an awful blot per southern cause during the Civil War and if anachronism to receive medicinal aide available instead of primitive treatment he got (as well other wounded soldiers of misfortune on the battlefield), whose faith the any almighty power could do little to save their roach invested lot yet availing my imagination to twist time like that Mobius strip mortally wounded rebels and Yankees free from facing death on a cot might be successful hemp entrepreneurs cultivating a little spot of land hemp would outstrip cotton as king as export to trot orange you glad I avoided the analogy with a kumquat?
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Blanks. Wasted parts of space. Lost in thought and in uses; a blank canvas without any muses.
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Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 1:26 PM UTC
Blanks
please baby be my last quit running crazy ladys she grabbed at me she ripped the buttons off of my favorite shirt she was the first of how many loves how many words my dear may we call you my dear we already called you over we were hoping your hand on the park bench we will never forget these stotys you have calmed me in an hour of need there was never an case of want between me and you it has always been need i need you i love you car alarms keep going off in my head why are you stealing from me we woke up and seen you running with an boy with an flannel shirt fell back to sleep dreamed we hung ourselves with that flannel shirt we woke up screaming how many loves ? ... .. .
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Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 10:18 AM UTC
how many loves
IF I'VE NEVER DONE A THING RIGHT Then what do you want me to write?
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Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 11:53 PM UTC
Jealous Intents-Solution
Got no ticket, but beggars don't choose who gives a care, if it's legal, bus drivers, I knew, would never leave a man walkin' in snow. It must be people like me get old all the time, and we go musing using other people's vibes, like rich folk use their money, saying see me be me, better than you, and what can you do when you become Diogenes face to face with one got dammed right honest man standing in the noon light by the ode to Zeus written by Epimenides, quoted twice by Luke, as he was recollecting all he had heard said, during the voyages when the visions rolled out, got it plain, find that old way where good is, and walk in it, want not, fret nought woe and waiting, aim is true, wait to see, be like baby puppies, mewling kittens, too, we become vapors we mystify, by our lonesome hearing our life's top forty as far as youtube cares I hear somebody singing The Weight at least six times already this eighth of January, and the zero sum of it all seems unlikely, Luke was lost in pondering Poe's Annabel Lee… likely mocked in my opinion by the first version sung earlier this century, Annabel Lee, a meme from a man, two years away from dying, too soon, some say his true love went before him, too soon and we cannot relate to the time when such songs became the first news we had that Poe had died, but left us with the kind of angels he had in mind.
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Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 7:20 PM UTC
Given a shift
Water has carved around over and through the largest mountains, With it's might, it is needed to keep all living creatures alive, For without we would all shrivel out of sight. Everyone has complained about water on a rainy day, It can refresh our bodies as we wash dirt away. Water way's move food & cargo around the globe everyday, It's used for, fishing swimming, and other activities when we play. It's used to produce electricity and cool engines, across our land, We take it for granted until a shortage in the hot desert sand. During the cold season water freezes, we can slip fall on our back, If a fire gets out of hand water is usually the first line of attack. Always remember when water is flowing, it is one of the strongest, forces known to man, also so gentle as a splash we only feel the, Temperature as it falls on our hand. The original Tom Maxwell / poems 2005 AD Philosopher
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Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 6:48 PM UTC
It Keeps Us Alive