#usually - Hello Poetry

Eating all the fruit in which my guardian had blessed me with pulling out the blades my crooked homies had addressed me with Crying tears for nothing in particular infested with thoughts of sorrow mentally destroying all my tenureship... I used to never leave my home humans give me nada but the urge to be alone Trapped inside a box inside a cage inside a zone in which i could not leave i could not breathe while still as stone... Theres so much left to say many words to spew not enough of time in day ; Shell ask you to lay on her but little did you know That she's a bed of spikes deep in the ground below If you could change the past would you make alterations Or watch yourself get eaten in all past altercations.. If you are someones flower remember all the pain Of watching pedals wilt and soiled in the rain.. If you are someones treasure appreciate your worth For without those like you the lives of most are worse..

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Jan 9, 2017

Jan 9, 2017 at 1:10 AM UTC

nappy-nigga

Smelly Flowers

Eating all the fruit in which my guardian had blessed me with pulling out the blades my crooked homies had addressed me with Crying tears for nothing in particular infested with thoughts of sorrow mentally destroying all my tenureship... I used to never leave my home humans give me nada but the urge to be alone Trapped inside a box inside a cage inside a zone in which i could not leave i could not breathe while still as stone... Theres so much left to say many words to spew not enough of time in day ; Shell ask you to lay on her but little did you know That she's a bed of spikes deep in the ground below If you could change the past would you make alterations Or watch yourself get eaten in all past altercations.. If you are someones flower remember all the pain Of watching pedals wilt and soiled in the rain.. If you are someones treasure appreciate your worth For without those like you the lives of most are worse..

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I want to cry I want to scream I want to break I want them all to understand I'm just a soul A single pink soul I'm far from perfect I don't want to be ******* perfect Perfection is boring Uninspiring Why is it so hard to understand That I don't want what they do I want to be me I want to be free I also kinda want to die But we don't talk about that So please Don't pull Leave me be And maybe I'll make my way back to you

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Oct 16, 2018

Oct 16, 2018 at 1:51 PM UTC

aaronasaa

my words

I want to cry I want to scream I want to break I want them all to understand I'm just a soul A single pink soul I'm far from perfect I don't want to be ******* perfect Perfection is boring Uninspiring Why is it so hard to understand That I don't want what they do I want to be me I want to be free I also kinda want to die But we don't talk about that So please Don't pull Leave me be And maybe I'll make my way back to you

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Breathe in breadth of attention span Friday, January 30, 2026 10:32 AM We count our ghosts and old flamers as first to be ready, make believe weavers were spinners as well, threaders, too, setting woof and warp forthcoming as well expected stories ***** of spinning straw to gold, while a warm fire hold has us huddled masses of weakened water, gaseous phase submersed in ancient ritual reasons used as though muttered in the whole circle from the core to the shore, to the edge of ever, in one day, one step, in alternating currency charged with rocking right uses of freedom from tyranny if ever there were times trying men's souls, be they ours, or the others, those not us users of our processed breaths, share this one line at a time preceptual breath procession as we attempt mass realization, the original weform mystery, this is my mind, wherein I find many hard sayings, mysteriouser and mysteriouser whereupon we stand, persisting, curioser still, if this were my imagination, and it seems it must be, as me, not you, not we, just me, figuring how we may be, as us, all persons born since events at Alamogordo led to the inevitability of public relations work failing, at scale, Dunbar squared, public perception JWST wide, all y'all outs long called in, free, the game has reset, all we ever thought we knew about infinity remains a real experiment in thought cohesion, remembering wu wei is water way, we flow from fonts conceived, while the eldest among us let us discern the times, redeemed in comparing McCarthy driving forces, with those aspirations of the Trump administration, using pre-utilized hate making tactics while professionally keeping new status quos at your service trial truths, taste the future from an historically unprecedented apologetical form, be a GTA ace with Community College Degree, become as cool as ICE, oh boy, real violence, for the few, the proud, the brave, with this mind I thee serve, the military crusader cause driven mind skidding to a halt in ice postreaction innocent ABS acknowledge life as good, believe that truth, good, by leaving life as a whole good, and knowing good, is better than knowing man's idea of evil, as twisted whying made believe, as children, eh we come into our dotage, some say second look child, launched into the radio communication corp, child, launched from parental expectation revealed, inversions veil the revelation, perspicatious suddenly we knew, in time, we took this stitch, saving ten to watch never be taken as ever after saving such a time to accumulate interest. Pretti and Good, I know them now, their rage, their anger, I may feel, but I am old, and rage using weapons warfare does allow, we love our enemies, effectually, actually resulting in the spiritually intentional burning hot coals, upon their heads, as respectfully anticipated, amen.

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Jan 30

Jan 30, 2026 at 2:29 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Next Factual Activity, No Alternative

Breathe in breadth of attention span Friday, January 30, 2026 10:32 AM We count our ghosts and old flamers as first to be ready, make believe weavers were spinners as well, threaders, too, setting woof and warp forthcoming as well expected stories ***** of spinning straw to gold, while a warm fire hold has us huddled masses of weakened water, gaseous phase submersed in ancient ritual reasons used as though muttered in the whole circle from the core to the shore, to the edge of ever, in one day, one step, in alternating currency charged with rocking right uses of freedom from tyranny if ever there were times trying men's souls, be they ours, or the others, those not us users of our processed breaths, share this one line at a time preceptual breath procession as we attempt mass realization, the original weform mystery, this is my mind, wherein I find many hard sayings, mysteriouser and mysteriouser whereupon we stand, persisting, curioser still, if this were my imagination, and it seems it must be, as me, not you, not we, just me, figuring how we may be, as us, all persons born since events at Alamogordo led to the inevitability of public relations work failing, at scale, Dunbar squared, public perception JWST wide, all y'all outs long called in, free, the game has reset, all we ever thought we knew about infinity remains a real experiment in thought cohesion, remembering wu wei is water way, we flow from fonts conceived, while the eldest among us let us discern the times, redeemed in comparing McCarthy driving forces, with those aspirations of the Trump administration, using pre-utilized hate making tactics while professionally keeping new status quos at your service trial truths, taste the future from an historically unprecedented apologetical form, be a GTA ace with Community College Degree, become as cool as ICE, oh boy, real violence, for the few, the proud, the brave, with this mind I thee serve, the military crusader cause driven mind skidding to a halt in ice postreaction innocent ABS acknowledge life as good, believe that truth, good, by leaving life as a whole good, and knowing good, is better than knowing man's idea of evil, as twisted whying made believe, as children, eh we come into our dotage, some say second look child, launched into the radio communication corp, child, launched from parental expectation revealed, inversions veil the revelation, perspicatious suddenly we knew, in time, we took this stitch, saving ten to watch never be taken as ever after saving such a time to accumulate interest. Pretti and Good, I know them now, their rage, their anger, I may feel, but I am old, and rage using weapons warfare does allow, we love our enemies, effectually, actually resulting in the spiritually intentional burning hot coals, upon their heads, as respectfully anticipated, amen.

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