#whatnot - Hello Poetry

press to distress express disdain dismay say if may dis is in vain but there's rain in my veins and through the pain is where we gain the whys and the eyes for I's and the lies I guess I got caught in the rot but hey why not leave like a leaf live and relieve weave and retrieve humus is us and whatnot

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Jul 19, 2021

Jul 19, 2021 at 5:59 PM UTC

Draginja

quo vadis

press to distress express disdain dismay say if may dis is in vain but there's rain in my veins and through the pain is where we gain the whys and the eyes for I's and the lies I guess I got caught in the rot but hey why not leave like a leaf live and relieve weave and retrieve humus is us and whatnot

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I feel the urge, I feel the ache, I feel my stomach start to quake must find my throne exalted seat a place where I can find release I wonder what it's all about as lines and verse just slides right out and when it comes the proper time, I raise my seat, observe my rhymes I can't resist the urge to look at what came out at what I cooked and when I'm done, I pull the **** and send it down to all you slobs to make you gag, to make you think besides, I'm proud of how it stinks

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Jan 18, 2019

Jan 18, 2019 at 10:28 AM UTC

breanna-evans

Can Ya Smell?

I feel the urge, I feel the ache, I feel my stomach start to quake must find my throne exalted seat a place where I can find release I wonder what it's all about as lines and verse just slides right out and when it comes the proper time, I raise my seat, observe my rhymes I can't resist the urge to look at what came out at what I cooked and when I'm done, I pull the **** and send it down to all you slobs to make you gag, to make you think besides, I'm proud of how it stinks

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I've tucked my dreams away in a time capsule. For certain, they will be better use to someone in the future. Though in all likelihood, they may never be found, for I have told no one where they have been buried and shan't offer a clue. In the capsule, far under the darkness of dirt, should one happen upon it, they will find obscure memories along with those dreams. Just tokens they are, recapturing happy times, made of clay and paint, spell ridden for a future discoverer. These knick-knacks are sure to have power, as no intention I have ever had has been greater than what was formed in those whatnots. You've seen bric-a-brac shelved, gather dust, and finally find themselves wrapped in tissue paper, inside a shoebox stowed in an attic and forgotten. Then one day they are rediscovered by another generation, who is charmed by their quaintness. They are dusted off and put on a shelf again, until sadness bearing that memory requires them to be sold at some yard sale or donated to a thrift store. I can not see this for my whatnots. To me they are too precious to leave in the hands of those close to me now. I won't have them sobbed over. That is the reason they have been buried. And should a certain someone find them in the course of time, may they only know their dreams fulfilled, by a time capsule that stewed long enough to design newer wonder of whatnot.

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Jan 25, 2016

Jan 25, 2016 at 9:41 AM UTC

pj-poesy

Whatnot

I've tucked my dreams away in a time capsule. For certain, they will be better use to someone in the future. Though in all likelihood, they may never be found, for I have told no one where they have been buried and shan't offer a clue. In the capsule, far under the darkness of dirt, should one happen upon it, they will find obscure memories along with those dreams. Just tokens they are, recapturing happy times, made of clay and paint, spell ridden for a future discoverer. These knick-knacks are sure to have power, as no intention I have ever had has been greater than what was formed in those whatnots. You've seen bric-a-brac shelved, gather dust, and finally find themselves wrapped in tissue paper, inside a shoebox stowed in an attic and forgotten. Then one day they are rediscovered by another generation, who is charmed by their quaintness. They are dusted off and put on a shelf again, until sadness bearing that memory requires them to be sold at some yard sale or donated to a thrift store. I can not see this for my whatnots. To me they are too precious to leave in the hands of those close to me now. I won't have them sobbed over. That is the reason they have been buried. And should a certain someone find them in the course of time, may they only know their dreams fulfilled, by a time capsule that stewed long enough to design newer wonder of whatnot.

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life is all about perspective what have I done? maintain my sanity. optimistic. polite. worn out, burnout worry about control. so different. I am a daughter I adjust as needed

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Nov 10, 2014

Nov 10, 2014 at 1:39 PM UTC

reasonstospeak

To be Adjusted

life is all about perspective what have I done? maintain my sanity. optimistic. polite. worn out, burnout worry about control. so different. I am a daughter I adjust as needed

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