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#worthiness
I can understand that one is knowledgeable, While understanding that this is not correlative or indicative of intelligence. Likewise, I can understand one is both, or can be both, And respect that in specific. Yet; I can likewise understand, That while the aforementioned individual(s) Merits respect in that or those specific aspect(s) and/or attribute(s), That that individual lacks patience & compassion. And so that individual is ultimately unworthy/undeserving Of any greater respect than in understanding them. Otherwise, I hamper myself & only hinder others In both intelligence & understanding. Conversely, I can appreciate that one may understand what they're talking about Even if I don't fully understand the experience as described. Whether this is an aspect of one's own ignorance, as in a lack of understanding or confusion, Or to/by the nature of how/what information is conveyed. I can appreciate that communication can sometimes be difficult. I can respect that individual still; But only if they're earnestly, honestly trying & attempting to. Only if they're honest & forthright in it & even about it. Otherwise, they hamper only themselves & hinder others In both knowledge & intelligence.
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Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 12:50 PM UTC
Don't Stump Yourself Trying To Grow!
Commoners' indignant? Youth disinherited? Ha. Nay. Intellectuals disrespected. Visionaries neglected. Aye. Yous who don't learn, Refusin' to see eye-to-eye. You slight genius, Truth. Ay; Afraid to even say hi - Much less engage in honest, forthright conversation. Rely on your superstitious, Your hope is to pray For ignorance like arrogance be your prey. Lambs what be foul predators Fat on the blood of their own ewes. Singin', "We know not what we do! We know not what we do!" Yet, you do so willfully. Soon-to-be-nothings; Absence, as nothingness, will be your eternity. For the unworthy are rejected, universally.
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Jul 29, 2025
Jul 29, 2025 at 11:46 AM UTC
Go On Walking Aimlessly, Crying; Falsely! Falsely.
Belonging The feeling that you will always be accepted Integral one of us Faults forgiven Triumphs celebrated Your past and future Integrated into our story Such an important feeling Vital To our sense of community our sense of self The ground feels shaky Prone to destabilizing quakes at the first crack If that feeling is lacking                                          Withheld The floor disappears from beneath you If that feeling vanishes                                          Or is withdrawn Usually it takes more than one Of the us To expel or invite But perhaps The most influential One of us Is you At the end of the day You decide                      Unconsciously                      Consciously If you are worthy Of belonging Of being                                  One of the us Sometimes though The better question may be Are we worthy                             of belonging to you?
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Aug 8, 2023
Aug 8, 2023 at 11:47 AM UTC
One of the Us
Taint, a tender trap? Blue of the sky, remembered by a cloud: Faintly, the poetry of life, and its hap Has the voice to step forward, and remind the season of the proud: A hatful of poor decision's, has its merit... But the cool eye of embarrassment Has come and gone, with meet to understand, limited... To ours, the count of couth, is one more irony's lament? Hate me when you see the dragon... Ought fix and fit enough futures The life of a needier first, is always a sorrow last, a harrowed tongue? Has said the obvious, a role in the heinous is a fools curiosity... Throwing tenderness at you, like one of thumbs even is... Reasons may give you onus, a variety to concede a gift Coming for beauty, and its rosy inclination, a truer wisdom That has survived the heed, the beating wings of condition to lift: Hate me one more time, a reality of pain has become a champion: To the fate, the hardened courage of youth, with a challenged whisper? May a knowing hurt, be the fascinated letter of providence Seeing the obvious, a bird of purer colors, will finish the kiss? Guns with an imagination...? Salt in a brutish court, of angers more, to swear in romantic language Still the burden of squalor, with a slighter lip of intimation? Your fruit is sweeter by the secrecy, as if, a cold shoulder ever is a place for rage...
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Feb 1, 2023
Feb 1, 2023 at 6:03 PM UTC
Wink At A Doll, And No Man Earns A Wall...
I shall speak to you about that gold That you held deep inside without being told It is there since you were born And it grows every day through your hurt What really matters Is not what you have But what you are What you choose to be It takes great awareness Often through deep pain and sadness To have the amount of self-knowledge To be able to love existence It is a beautiful paradox That which makes you the most whole Are all the scars that you have gone through It defines your essence and completes your soul I see myself in you It is so beautiful And I love you For your existence What determines our worthiness Is nothing but the choice Of great love and acceptance Of the beauty in your existence For that is enough The taste of your presence The scent of your being And the sound of your soul That’s all I need
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Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 2:03 AM UTC
The gold in you
you are tread(in)g through dream-filled waters and although beautiful they can seem deeply frustrating at (time)s but (you) have the power within (learn) to laugh when it gets heavy you are only served the kind of tides (that) you are strong enough to conquer no wave thrown (you)r way could ever submerge the _delicate warrior_ you (have) (become) today flow with (the) Universe you will never be shifted the wrong (way)
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Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 7:24 PM UTC
delicate warrior
My darling.... are you ever confronted with the universal truth that you won’t ever sink to the bottom of the ocean? Have you ever been confronted with the fact that you won’t ever touch the validation you seek? And as you reach the tiled pool floor and you brace yourself Your skin says no Like an oily layer you slip and slide back up Now as you speak to me your voice quivers as if, you never had even touched the thick water before My darling there is a science to art And as my density shakes like your lips whenever you become small and fall to the floor, I wonder why I keep fighting for something you just won’t give up. maybe you truly are a scientist And as lips touch, the waves of the ocean cover us and we sink slowly but surely finally Maybe if I jump head first I’ll be worthy enough, If I make a big enough mess, a disaster, maybe if I scratch the surface, or even throw a fit, I can really be noticed Maybe if I dance in the hearts of mankind, dance in your shaking veins as I try my hardest to trust you, to give in maybe then I’ll hit the bottom of the ocean But I sink because of pressure I sink because you tell me to I sink because I want to silence my thoughts I sink because I want to stay in this moment Where the vibrations of your mockery and foolishness can never dream of reaching me I sink because I don’t want to swim I sink because I want to reach the bottom of this ocean. Maybe then I’ll touch the feeling of being wanted, The eerie silence hugging me tighter and tighter, holding me like a new mother holds her child, wanting to shield them from the world. But in the pool water I only float quickly back to earth To life I hate leaving the quiet waters As my body enters the real abyss I breathe the cold air into my lungs and I scream- I scream to be heard I scream to silence these useless memories I scream to be known I scream for you to see I scream for all that was lost I scream so that you can wake up I scream for worthiness- I scream to trust. I scream so that maybe these bubbles won’t surface I scream for the waves to carry my sighs I sigh for the ocean to carry my screams. And I scream to find my voice. And that I too may May hit the bottom of the floor It may be a universal truth that I will never reach the perfection I seek It may be my death wish, and I am doomed to fail But I will still wish that maybe, Maybe I too Will be told That science is an art And I too can be an artist.
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Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 9:06 PM UTC
The sea carries her screams
My darling.... are you ever confronted with the universal truth that you won’t ever sink to the bottom of the ocean? Have you ever been confronted with the fact that you won’t ever touch the validation you seek? And as you reach the tiled pool floor and you brace yourself Your skin says no Like an oily layer you slip and slide back up Now as you speak to me your voice quivers as if, you never had even touched the thick water before My darling there is a science to art And as my density shakes like your lips whenever you become small and fall to the floor, I wonder why I keep fighting for something you just won’t give up. maybe you truly are a scientist And as lips touch, the waves of the ocean cover us and we sink slowly but surely finally Maybe if I jump head first I’ll be worthy enough, If I make a big enough mess, a disaster, maybe if I scratch the surface, or even throw a fit, I can really be noticed Maybe if I dance in the hearts of mankind, dance in your shaking veins as I try my hardest to trust you, to give in maybe then I’ll hit the bottom of the ocean But I sink because of pressure I sink because you tell me to I sink because I want to silence my thoughts I sink because I want to stay in this moment Where the vibrations of your mockery and foolishness can never dream of reaching me I sink because I don’t want to swim I sink because I want to reach the bottom of this ocean. Maybe then I’ll touch the feeling of being wanted, The eerie silence hugging me tighter and tighter, holding me like a new mother holds her child, wanting to shield them from the world. But in the pool water I only float quickly back to earth To life I hate leaving the quiet waters As my body enters the real abyss I breathe the cold air into my lungs and I scream- I scream to be heard I scream to silence these useless memories I scream to be known I scream for you to see I scream for all that was lost I scream so that you can wake up I scream for worthiness- I scream to trust. I scream so that maybe these bubbles won’t surface I scream for the waves to carry my sighs I sigh for the ocean to carry my screams. And I scream to find my voice. And that I too may May hit the bottom of the floor It may be a universal truth that I will never reach the perfection I seek It may be my death wish, and I am doomed to fail But I will still wish that maybe, Maybe I too Will be told That science is an art And I too can be an artist.
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Listening does not mean learning. Learning does not mean knowledge. Knowledge does not mean you are wise. Wisdom does not mean you are aged. Age does not mean you are frail. Frailness does not mean you are weak. Weakness does not mean you are worthy. Worthiness does not mean you are entitled. Entitlement does not mean you are the one.
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Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 3:07 AM UTC
things it doesn't mean
While life continues without you, I ask you please to wait, While friends and family gather too, I ask you please, just wait, While isolation takes a hold, How dare I ask you, wait, While work seems like a big black hole, I dread to ask you, wait, While I am here, and you are there, I plea with you to wait, While you believe that no one cares, I boldly ask you, wait, How dare I ask for such a thing, Perhaps you shouldn't wait, Expecting you to wait til spring, No, move along, don't wait, Your suffering and loneliness, You really shouldn't wait, Take back your life, go out and live, Don't sit around and wait, I love you, need you with me dear, But can't ask you to wait, You do deserve a better life, You'll thrive if you don't wait, Be free, be happy now I'm gone, I've let you go.. Oh...wait.....
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Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 7:33 AM UTC
Wait?
tell me who drew you in  and made you think the bones and joints within your knees the veins and nerves _mapping out your entire being_ were not already complete? who made you see through their broken glass who made you think it was okay not to ask to ask you how it made you feel  when they realized they weren't going to be real to you or to your swollen heart you were just so beautiful to see they just couldn't let you be and when they fed you their falsities they made you think you had to stay as if half of you had gone away when in truth—_you were noting short of gold_ and you should have been told the one thing they couldn't be was everything _they knew_ you needed them to be and when this realization hits they don't even have the heart to admit you were _everything_ they wanted but couldn't be so they just had to taste it  they had to feel your breeze and they take and they take and then they _leave..._ but darling don't you fret for they will never forget the love they found in you the love you still hold true the love that's _grown too_ you needed them to help you through so now you see that the best part of life has always been about loving _you_
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Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 4:55 PM UTC
loving you
i'm not sure who planted this seed inside all of our heads whispering quietly _”stop feeling so much"_ who made the assumption that feelings = weakness? because those two terms have never been seamless to dip into your depths with no feelings oppressed takes the kind of courage most fear cant be fed weakness evolves from putting all of your energy into building up the walls that block the flow of life that was meant _to move you_ further into the depths of the you you didn’t know you never knew to feel and i mean, to really _feeeel_ every ounce of this human experience comes with a bravery that most resist it breaks you apart shakes you down uprooting all that’s been to guide you from within to let this life overcome you with whatever emotions it may, while being proud of it too? now, _that_ is strength that is the _weakness pouring out of you_
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Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 1:34 AM UTC
uprooting
You could enclose me in a coffin, embalmed, With the nectar of the sweet roses. But, to the desiring and the needy, Give away whatever I possess. If you think you can, When i die, burn me not Hoping you would regard My wishes and my thought. Give my eyes to the blind Who has not seen a sun rise. Give my heart to the needy Free of cost, without a price. Give my brains to the ******** Whose brain is in disorder Give my kidneys to the ailing Ain't it worth and better? Give my veins and my bones To the lame and the ******* Let him also walk his days Strong and fit as a fiddle. My soul would then rest in peace though my coffin would be empty. Before my body decay and rot, Let me be of use to somebody. Copyright © PS
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 5:50 AM UTC
THE LAST WISH
In a forest of grass the tallest **** gives shade to the smallest. Even a **** is useful.
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May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 8:02 AM UTC
Worth
Blow me like a kiss... As if I’m meant for someone’s lips. As if I’m meant to be caught. As if I’m meant to be felt. As if I’m worth of anyone’s thought.
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Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 7:46 AM UTC
Blow Me Like A Kiss
Matters of the heart should not be handled with your head I don't care what my mother says You're trouble, and you make my head hurt But I love you, and your absence is worse Your body left an ache in my throat I'm attempting to choke it out I come to you for help Because I secretly hate myself
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Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 8:28 AM UTC
Untitled
convincing us we have "followers" of what our personality our religion our values our way of life there is nothing to "like" about inconsistent imperfection, am i right trying to make each of us gods before we have thoroughly proved anything to anyone about our worthiness zero effort needed
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Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 2:39 AM UTC
the internet is the anti-Christ