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#weeks
The morning Sinks its bite Into a lifeless stuffed toy, Yanking it across the room For its owner to throw Me again.
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Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 3:20 PM UTC
The morning
There's a smell of food in the hallways, it's Monday -- meat wrapped sausage day.
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Apr 8, 2025
Apr 8, 2025 at 4:00 AM UTC
[ There's a smell of food ]
Snow falls heavy on head of Earth Weight added as this mighty rock spins Might be spring according to the calendar Icy powder covers the dancing tree limbs March choreographing slow routine Time taken to feel sun's warm glow Movements meticulously placed We patiently wait for greenery to grow Each morning rises giving way to new roots Relying on heat that stays out of sight Looking forward to the colorful weeks ahead Good weather to melt the frozen cloak of white
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Mar 23, 2023
Mar 23, 2023 at 7:18 PM UTC
March Snow
waiting for months to pass and then, i’m blue and am labeled ungrateful. waiting for months to turn to dust in my rusty palms to set straight my wonky emotions to soothe my ferocious oceans. counting days till my cage is opened reciting rhymes until i come back to life. waiting for months to disappear become marks on the calendar can’t wait for this year to be over. waiting for these months to stop dragging my laden feet upon the creaky floorboards resisting the torture. waiting for the months to surrender to the year’s higher rule succumb to the power. waiting for these months to blow by to relocate out of my eye view to package up and leave. i can’t endure these months anymore
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Aug 27, 2022
Aug 27, 2022 at 5:09 PM UTC
months
i think i'd rather be at school than on christmas break i don't want to be stuck with my family who will constantly yell at me for a whole two weeks
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Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 6:02 AM UTC
christmas break
can't be put through the same thing again i need a little change. can someone or something come along so that i can be free?
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Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 7:53 AM UTC
cycles
Day and night Night and day Keep on going It's just been two days Count in weeks. Why not months ? Because it's been long.... Since we last talked
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Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 11:50 AM UTC
Counting
One day, I thought about you. The next day, I iust can't stop. The day after that, you haunt my dreams. A week later, My are around your lifeless body. A week after that, I found a new one, And turned you to ashes.
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Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 10:44 AM UTC
One day
Time is what we want most We all need it But time never waits Time never stops Years Months Weeks Days Hours Minutes Seconds Use them Live Time is now
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Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 1:13 PM UTC
Time
We’ve had promises broken Words left unspoken Tears on our cheeks Lonely weeks And yet It still surprised me when you left me.
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Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 11:54 PM UTC
We
Hurt me, I’ll recover. Call me a **** That works. Call my phone, You hear a dial tone. Won’t answer, You treat me like a taxi driver.
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May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 12:50 PM UTC
Untitled
He truly is everything that I have loved And as days turn to weeks And weeks into months Time is running shorter and shorter I'm not ready to be alone again I need you
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Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 6:29 PM UTC
Alone Again
Wrapped to our wrist Pinned on our walls Dawn till dusk Time is always present Before we were born and after we die It’s measured by memories, effort, split second decisions It’s of the essence Apparent to its incapable yearning to stop It flies by. Days we spent angry Hours dreading our jobs Regrets and what could haves We’ll never get it back or be there like we once were I could say enjoy today and take everyday one step at a time Or I could be righteous to the ever longing tick Why should I With the time I took to write this is now gone I’ll be tired once morning comes But I did what I wanted to with my time Choose your time wisely Because forever is unkind
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Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 9:13 PM UTC
Tick
It’s something I think about often, Do we fully understand the fragility of this life we possess? And suddenly a loved one is taken …it inflames you to think. Every consciousness is a precious and fragile gift. These lives of ours are fleeting, gone in a minute. When you suddenly understand this, everything fades into the background. Pushing 70 now… I choose to soar out of bed joyfully rejoicing each morning, That life has granted me another day above the dirt. Life is strong and weak…it’s a paradox. Keep your mind strong my friends, don’t hide behind your fears. This life of yours is an amazing gift….live it with a smile!
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Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 3:38 PM UTC
Fragile Life
every day you live on earth is pointless without love
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Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 1:41 AM UTC
Love (10w)
lately I walk in to work alone I go to break and flop down on the bench and light up a cigarette and if I feel like talking I can or if I don't I can just sit for ten minutes I get to be just purely me fresh start, new people, new opportunities it's actually refreshing to do this on my own this time I leave work alone I rush out to my car like I used to in the old days turn up the volume on the radio to all my ****** songs roll the windows down smoke a cigarette and sit in silence I've never been happier
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 6:48 PM UTC
fresh start
Rise and shine, Time to start a new! Or as you could say, How long till you go your way? I'll be lucky if you don't start crying, whining or lying about your everyday work. You could've found better but it's just the beginning so of course it's gonna have it's qwerks. Barely the middle of it and I can't take **** Just take it down and trust me, it'll be real quick. Quick, here's a tip, don't try to give lip when miss is sick of your trip to this 15 hour shifts cause you can't take a hint that this ain't it your gift or your payment, even though you've been ripped and played and yet you wonder why we shame your decisions. Oh and don't worry, I'll be here contemplating when Daddy comes home and think, it's just his beginning to an end. See you tomorrow cause it's the end of just one day.
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Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 2:13 AM UTC
1257
In the hot, blistering, orange summer haze, I’d once again been left; Left in a haze And the calming effects, Of words you had left, Grew on, Into a haunting repetance I lack in any response In the light, reminiscent autumn breeze I’d been held to watch again; Watch again as you leave And the dazzling effects, Of the touch you had left, They fade, Slowly, into a wish for such again I lack in any response In the cold, Monochromatic ice, I grasped just too late; Too late to think twice And the chilling effects, Of assurance you’d left, Vanished, As I failed to accept it I lack in any response In the first light, Brightest of spring, You return to me, This to cause me to gleam And the way I effect, Your return from having left, Wordless, I glow before you You lack in any response
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Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 9:04 PM UTC
Response
Another brand new day, a chance to start again But if i did so then I'd have to discard all this pain And as much as it pains me to hold it like so, Without this experience I'd have nada to show No stories to tell, no stories to share No stories from drunken lips spilled without a care You want to know the truth of it, the world is often cold And those among us oftentimes succumb to icy holds I've done so too, dragging my feet Every day was an encore, every hour on repeat So the days came, and so too they left Nothing but a hollow sorrow leaking through my chest Porcelain became my actions, stone become my face A facade for my every move, a wolf with naught to chase The darkness in the skies became the darkness in my eyes As the darkness in the night became the darkness held inside Shadows grew longer, so too did my inaction An enzyme gone cold, with minimal reaction This lethargy that enveloped every thought that crossed my mind I crossed off all the pain and laughed, urged the struggles to hide So struggle i did, so exhausted i grew A plant of my previous self, all i did was grow roots Stuck into the Earth with no intention to leave I found myself worthless, this became my belief And when i crossed out all my mistakes These actions shown through carelessness made An S.O.S called for, a flare launched in the sky Shining ever brighter than the stars that lit the night Uprooted and carried, burden i felt Looking at my limbs satisfied with damage dealt But hungrily lust for more, so more and more i drew My laughter marked upon my arms in delirium renewed Every step and every breath has pushed me off the edge Until i fell and climbed back up, learned to walk again My funambulism established, my lifetime the ropes That once upon a time wound its way around to choke With every moment left behind, my resolve grows evermore Mentally i mark myself rather than count a bladed score And when I've had enough, I'll not give up no more I have a divine partner whom i love to my very core And so I'll drag myself upright, so that i die with dignity And make every day feel like a brand new beginning Forgive my troubled actions, wish away my pain Wash away these scars, and let us start again
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Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 5:05 AM UTC
Struggle
Another brand new day, a chance to start again But if i did so then I'd have to discard all this pain And as much as it pains me to hold it like so, Without this experience I'd have nada to show No stories to tell, no stories to share No stories from drunken lips spilled without a care You want to know the truth of it, the world is often cold And those among us oftentimes succumb to icy holds I've done so too, dragging my feet Every day was an encore, every hour on repeat So the days came, and so too they left Nothing but a hollow sorrow leaking through my chest Porcelain became my actions, stone become my face A facade for my every move, a wolf with naught to chase The darkness in the skies became the darkness in my eyes As the darkness in the night became the darkness held inside Shadows grew longer, so too did my inaction An enzyme gone cold, with minimal reaction This lethargy that enveloped every thought that crossed my mind I crossed off all the pain and laughed, urged the struggles to hide So struggle i did, so exhausted i grew A plant of my previous self, all i did was grow roots Stuck into the Earth with no intention to leave I found myself worthless, this became my belief And when i crossed out all my mistakes These actions shown through carelessness made An S.O.S called for, a flare launched in the sky Shining ever brighter than the stars that lit the night Uprooted and carried, burden i felt Looking at my limbs satisfied with damage dealt But hungrily lust for more, so more and more i drew My laughter marked upon my arms in delirium renewed Every step and every breath has pushed me off the edge Until i fell and climbed back up, learned to walk again My funambulism established, my lifetime the ropes That once upon a time wound its way around to choke With every moment left behind, my resolve grows evermore Mentally i mark myself rather than count a bladed score And when I've had enough, I'll not give up no more I have a divine partner whom i love to my very core And so I'll drag myself upright, so that i die with dignity And make every day feel like a brand new beginning Forgive my troubled actions, wish away my pain Wash away these scars, and let us start again
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I think The fact that I haven't Written a poem In nearly two weeks Is causing me To lose touch With reality. Reality It's a funny word, isn't it? REAL-EH-TEE Real But I lost sense Of what was real The same day I lost you But let's not talk About you I'm sick of writing About you I'm fed up With every one of my ******* poems Including the word YOU Maybe that's why I stopped writing! Yes You were in my life enough And I got sick Of putting you in my poetry My heart Yes So you see I've lost track now, haven't I? I was on about Losing reality And then… Oh never mind that I just… I lost what was real The same day I lost my sanity And it's been So long now That I'm not sure I'll ever get it back But there was a question Yes How do I know That I'm losing touch with reality When I haven't known what was real In such a long time? Good question. It's just a Feeling I suppose The only thing humans Were ever really capable of is Feeling The only thing that is Real To people I guess Because emotions Often feel more logical than logic Even when I act on them Illogically Or… Does that not make sense? I can never be sure My pencil always races Faster than my brain can dash My thoughts forgot How to run After you stopped being my coach Yes You pushed me To work harder Be better So what happened? What happened to make you leave? Why did you… Why did YOU **** “you” I can't stand that word! Why can't YOU Leave my mind?! Leave my paper?! Leave my poems! Just leave it blank! Instead of writing this wretched word Over and over Y-O-U Maybe I'll just leave it blank! Is it worth losing myself? To leave the pages empty? Is it worth losing my real-eh-tee? Because I haven't written a poem In nearly two weeks And it feels like I'm going numb Because The only real thing I had left Were my feelings And now They seem to be melting away All the same As my ability To write A real Poem.
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Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 10:05 AM UTC
Nearly Two Weeks and this One Doesn't Qualify as Real
I think The fact that I haven't Written a poem In nearly two weeks Is causing me To lose touch With reality. Reality It's a funny word, isn't it? REAL-EH-TEE Real But I lost sense Of what was real The same day I lost you But let's not talk About you I'm sick of writing About you I'm fed up With every one of my ******* poems Including the word YOU Maybe that's why I stopped writing! Yes You were in my life enough And I got sick Of putting you in my poetry My heart Yes So you see I've lost track now, haven't I? I was on about Losing reality And then… Oh never mind that I just… I lost what was real The same day I lost my sanity And it's been So long now That I'm not sure I'll ever get it back But there was a question Yes How do I know That I'm losing touch with reality When I haven't known what was real In such a long time? Good question. It's just a Feeling I suppose The only thing humans Were ever really capable of is Feeling The only thing that is Real To people I guess Because emotions Often feel more logical than logic Even when I act on them Illogically Or… Does that not make sense? I can never be sure My pencil always races Faster than my brain can dash My thoughts forgot How to run After you stopped being my coach Yes You pushed me To work harder Be better So what happened? What happened to make you leave? Why did you… Why did YOU **** “you” I can't stand that word! Why can't YOU Leave my mind?! Leave my paper?! Leave my poems! Just leave it blank! Instead of writing this wretched word Over and over Y-O-U Maybe I'll just leave it blank! Is it worth losing myself? To leave the pages empty? Is it worth losing my real-eh-tee? Because I haven't written a poem In nearly two weeks And it feels like I'm going numb Because The only real thing I had left Were my feelings And now They seem to be melting away All the same As my ability To write A real Poem.
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This flower cut, Whilst in full bloom, Now rests in peace, Within this tomb.
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Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 2:24 AM UTC
An Epitaph For Charlotte Dymond
In early eighteen-forty-four, In Cornwall’s heart; on Bodmin Moor, Charlotte Dymond, a young farm maid, Had her throat slit with a steel blade, She crossed fast streams and deadly bogs, Found her way through mists and fogs, But couldn’t stop that fatal blow, That stole her life and laid her low, She walked to meet someone that day, Just who that was ... no one would say, Found days later beside a track, Laid on a cart; her shroud a sack, The surgeon, Thomas Good, was fetched, Had in his mind, her white face etched, Charlotte untouched by fox or crow, Had she been moved ... he did not know, No evidence was ever found, But her young boyfriend had gone to ground, Fingers so quick to point his way, Matthew Weeks panicked; ran away, The hapless ******* was soon caught, No other culprit was ever sought, The judge was just a rubber-stamp, Bodmin Gaol was dark and damp, The scaffold built, the crowds arrived, Matthew swore he had not lied, The floor gave way, the rope drew tight, Was justice done ... the verdict right?
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Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 2:34 AM UTC
Charlotte Dymond