#ye
In Hand
No Further
He suffers willingly
To find your lesson
Often times in pain, lent. Remain
When un lent meditation, finish school.
Her finish was five Psalms of bread, wouldn't shawl
For 5 days alone he dwelled on his matter
While the state watched, again.
His remains of our plethora came out upon our stone walkway, and we committed to our crimes, spending his treasure against ourselves.
This is his morning in Thousand Oaks California.
I am a request of Justice of the Peace.
Being directed is a crime of silence.
Missing Eva Green
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My brothers father Mr. Istwani
Of Syria California
Yes Tara, Mr. Istwani receives postcards in fashion as yours, Kali, as yours Vincent.
My verses for Michelle and Monica especially Vince
Claire Williams of County Clare and Mr Malkovich walking on broken glass
Michelle Perry of Carpinteria is my lifeguard instructor and longboarding paddle buddy
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 12:42 PM UTC
5th 3rd overature
Circles. 2 twice trumpet
Haunting 3rd brass instruction
From further below
Than rise
Chirps measure
Blackbird is the altered blues draw
Birds chirp in a paired 3 verses 3 top measure of 2 in line
Over 3 verses 3 verses 3
Bottom measure of 3 in line circling waters break in flight
3d's in a separated pair
Second pair drifts in to flight
Bottom row
3 b's lilting right lift
3 p's
Inverted taking notes
Hanging for eyes dear last measure
Forty five angled plight swoons seating oft
Canary yellow wings of warmth oil a canvas
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 11:41 PM UTC
Child's right
Dig deeper
Double my times
Let's re record the lunch
In pale armors defeat
We didn't meet
On the way
Up to say
Rivets weren't good
Irish dots the i's
Give it a try
Tribunes a news we can teach
Get us a job
Chicago Mysteries in Frame
One of my practice poetry books
Irish journalism
The Scene In Here
Meeting Frenchie Twice
Winter Best
Had you grabbed
His winter Best
Sadly play
Along work in time
Hadn't may gone to say
In no time flat, near that pad
Taking orders
Fill me in, doll, when's the dance
dead romance
spin my world
Watching news justice in the print
Four days a month
Where he goes
God only knows
While he plays
On my nerves
Down the hall
Dastardly fine by signs
Coming down
Before my blues
Get misused
Christmas pals, to the end
Eggs and toast, all the don'ts
Pave my rent
On the house
Lives out of ink
Please have mine
Nothing in a good name
For now
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Zoe Kravitz and Kevin's Atlantic Copy
Where ya been Irish?
Nowheres run
Horrible encouraging corporate cadets
Troubles thoughts on a boss
Crime syndicated
You done it
I left all my land in Texas to play at ya
How ya do it Los Angeles?
Oil Dames
Waining Gams
Geese Soup
New York Paint Stations
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 1:12 PM UTC
An anonymous night alone
An ominous affair with loss
After forgetting to find
Your one true loss
The spirit won't visit your beds
You offend forgiveness
Anonymously sold away
I'm more popular
How I'm more popular
Than a breastplate
Under handing
A woman's told
Wild precipice as hummingbird
Canvas over ointments
Pigmenting furnaces tender death
Hold, call
Relent
want to
In I don't know
How I feel about this yet
Ecliptic confluence
Vector wrapping marbled me
Strings pulled
As for waves resent my distance
A populating Forrest heaves unjust
Hearing you from where I won't sing
Giving you that time
I gots scotched once
My coffee has cream and sugars
I'm ready she wants to read
This experience
Tell yourselves about an Irish Mardi gras
Thankless Taryn Manning's disposals of ink
Asiago village cheese
Pinto beans
Bagel remove asiago cheese chip
Spread the meat of pintos
Breakfast snack taste
Then reviewing Gregory Hines white nights
In softer giving
Longing to learn
Staying forever
Nothing proves the wars real
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 10:40 AM UTC
The couple walk at dusk
The bobsleded rear of a mid heighthed pup
Minx coating spotted owls designing attraction
Familiars pollen
Biologically abhorrent affinity to lustra
Perhaps Ezra Pound found less silence in French canvas
Sep 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025 at 10:08 PM UTC
Loves over
And under the cv, mother kept
Tooled y'all's daddy mistress trans ,action
Young blister
Dead end doors
Pulls in against better roar
Planned ebony
Planned ivory
Experienced another's
Cartography
Still complaint
Thankless I'm in brewster
Stabilize that which
Has relocate on its heart
On its heart
Relocate wisdom
Don't take a dart
Passify the slave
Always be the slave
Know disasters a parish
Que able, that's how marriage?
Sured in boughe out
No break
Green felt it once
Too many lines born
Know inks is new
My loves
No do's
Aug 25, 2025
Aug 25, 2025 at 12:06 AM UTC
Order form
Elementary os repos and registers
Design
Data structures
For logic tree flow chart
Teach in touch mod work up
Automated integration graphics concept cards?
Acronym abbreviation of concept copyright
They have low interior microelectronic architecture access
It works
Just reopen the dialogue
This package renewel
Compiler of package
Vise versa
It will take
And adjust in dialogue ing the days labor
Keep interest this simple in description
Jewel will light
The capacitor will ignite circuit electron carbon super chain
I see from infinite scale a pixel is a photo diameter of momentum
Mathematics not important
Skill set included in flaw devs brain
I see the city os
Logic tree bandwidth throttle
Scapegoat and trace implement visual identify system bit of arch support
Lithograph denial input
Photon engagement protocol sat com cam
Carrier collector plate emit
Residual denial graph graphene deposit
Silicone gallium optoelectro circuit devolve register entry
Buy femto perk illustration work glow
Nikon dslr pro voidable speculation
Glass master cut for nevermind
Judge slide
I not possess a dollar
Homekey thief gotcha gotcha
They use NetSpend jumpers Hoover
MasterCard
Monitor your hemoglobin
Jada Smith the Christ trials tuition jazz
Kendall, the angled minds eye
Aug 12, 2025
Aug 12, 2025 at 3:16 PM UTC
Inside of, before we get old
There isn't a delicate way two fold
On the corner nearly a weak
Worth less than off my feet
Just often enough to hold
Backs of bolder than, no
In and out you traded in
Condone going out whim
Are you hear in why we split
The deepest pains are heavens miss
The days not spent under June
Making out like watching Sue
In where you won't say
Coming at you every, fray'd
Endings inside no way to climb
Piano toes blinding sighs
Who or when you did it right
Miss be four then me
Limbs I wouldn't greave
Now he's back against
Two new packs of heels in print?
3 two to bring me my solo
Mistreat rogan the revelation
Soo wee delivern pip
Reliant out my lights
Newpiter, on to your studio
Galactic cause
Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 11:35 PM UTC
When a man
Come through
The dried up wells
For you
Come through and
Try me out on the loan buy a ya a ya buy a ya
There's no shame in time
You won't have to call a loan
Again
When a man
Come through
The dried up wells
For you
Won't you leave it all
Behind
Try me out on the phone
Never make you pay more
Than a hearts willing
To beat
There's no shame in calling a loan
Before you think of home
Never leave the wells dry
Of goodbyes
Won't you forget all the lies
Tape me on the side
In eyes, cry, never gonna be, alright
Sekiah heard about *** plays turned into a silent film funny after graduating university
Girls if it's the first time listening to us
Please use the Tevin Campbell information you forgot in that night out in that city
Up top a nee yo remix
The other stuff regulation
Ladies on the line
I tell if some truth
This girl wants to see what?
What working is truly gonna be
If the if goes where?
Where I'm gonna leave
Songs are about leaving
And finding love doesn't want you
She a saga from Italy
I'm a poet from Ireland
We new Yorkers in California
Check us out on,
Tell me what you want me to do
Work takes love
When your a man
And you go to work and fall
Your falling in love with a new world
Know that matter
Then do some more loving
Oh I'm painful to the jazz somebody get me miss billie
It need it
The reasons
Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 2:19 AM UTC
Journal journalism journalist
Karma's
Your a Messiah complex without a headline
The penny sales where rupi?
Rupi in los Angeles we named you Megan Henderson
We of the new York donated believers to Ktla concert's
Now and then
Gets to being
Now I didn't get that
Then that time come to get
Lost in subways
Reading your move
Hey now
He's the one
List full of you
Mix
She gives me more
Go head go head
I gotta leave
You have the need
When mourning wants
You have the need
Shoulders crying
Slip sliding
Dreams indeed
Kendall, please
When I'm at work
Heels good morning
I'm out to read
Heels good morning
The devil touch my china ?
Down on Main st?
At Ventura broadweighs
In at sound of music as nihilism?
Peculiar emnity
Quaint
Her score is without doubt
Superb
Anderson's mom got travesty dynamites working on his pilgrimage at the original o tell rooms
Unfinish that business
54 super stereo children layer claim to the reluctant speaker tube truths
Super sister shine all tubes
Release these needs
Ordelies
Jun 18, 2025
Jun 18, 2025 at 11:49 PM UTC
searching remains
this old brain turns to silence today
from nights to days to nights
still no change
when will the pain of being the same ever do a god **** thing
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 1:35 AM UTC
a wick hugged by a flame
the heat is grateful for the threads
as are the threads for a purpose
a gust of life snuffing the couple
fire is a resilient foe
even assuming its best qualities
persistence holds no grace
the wick is lonesome without its flame
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 3:15 AM UTC
I love rambling cacophonies of abstraction words dripping lust plush and velvety sugared in pipe tobacco like Jack Rubys old joint no symbols to trip the flow odd bits of alliteration skipping stones slowly along the rails in legion divergent trains of thought but I am no McCarthy probing the inner turmoil of the Southern mind maybe riding I will tap out a poem about a poet writing poetry God I hate that **** or maybe something referencing my username the song Bad Company off the album Bad Company by the band Bad Company thrice I have called thy name and thus I do bind thee oh well you are what you eat I suppose to which I would usually respond ***** a bit crass maybe pretty ******* too hah **** it its just wordsandshit WordsandotherTrash
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 10:37 PM UTC
For the general good of life, and that more abundantly, you must pay attention to little things.
Unseen things.
Time compression is essential for even the briefest of glimpses, mere blinks,
A wink,
and what threatened Nihilation of the finest realities imagined so far, is nothing.
**** Again.
"there are universes
where eons go by in the blink of an eye". Somebody said.
Bubbling universes each able to open itself to the first level bubble, your bubble with everything you know in there with you. And, today, me.
"indisputable fact, there was / is a first bubble, light fills it to the brim
and what happens there touches
all, and I am,
in a word, part of that
First bubble kingdom"
Every desire of your heart he delights in.
There is such a universe, before you think or ask,
and you are sort of quantum bonded to your heart's desires, y'know,
hearts and minds, body and soul, 2 different systems.
Entangled.
Breathe.
You know.
Soulish desires disciplined in disciples
found blood washed hearts,
unlimited.
Extrapolate this. How much blood is in the ocean now?
More than you can think or ask.
You believe the first thinker thought you would
appreciate a path to each and all of your heart's desires, one path,
or you never find the way, no matter how you look. ?
Ya gotta beli've it to see it
Be li've
Ya gotta wan'it
Jah praise first bubble knocking
you b just one wall away
step into alpha thought and proceed to the omega thought,
Copy?
Respond.
This is the narrow way.
The old way, where good is. You found it, walk it.
It's in beta, so you can fail. Life ain't fair, its jest
okeh, ever how we lie and say this jest
cain't real-ish-tic
be, don't make me no nevahmind.
life and light, those two team up and kick ***
evil gets all turned around, ****** if it don't. then
The peacemakers rest, the meek inherit the earth
and everything goes back to normal.
Moral: believe no lie is of, in, by or for actual truth,
you know. Take it as a test.
Like changing your own air filter, in the realm of ideas,
you change your error filter when ever it
seems you jest cain't breathe. You can change that
****** error filter and hit any dusty trail
that seems right, as far as I can tell.
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 11:39 PM UTC
Calls a number, switches channels in seconds.
Wished to have pleasures, skin to skin, longed for touch.
Hits and punches. Down the line, it's actions can cross the lines.
I didn't want to do them.
Nothing I do is my own really.
Where it's either my fleshy, hairy minds and crowns, or it's the light and God's presence that guids my hand.
My navigation is haywire, vision obscene and covered with blinds.
I don't want to be in this body.
Nope not because of it's shape not size.
Not because I am chiseled or not.
Not fat nor skinny. No, not because of that.
I just hate the decisions it makes, its ideas it has, the vision it has, makes. Me. Sick.
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
only heard
in
my
dreams
her
relationship
recognized
our
screams
she brushed me
she brushes me
she brush
her brush
is
her sweet
word voice
?
...
..
.
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 11:32 PM UTC
every day the drywall grows in size and in impact,
reminding me of rooms that i haven't
lived
within,
like a candle swimming in the salt and
band-aids.
sleep,
ephemeral heat is
a dream where
the inside of my eyelids are not monsters,
where paint brushes bring color to garages,
where i don't drink until numbness,
and where your hands continue to guide my skull
from the ground into the clouds.
you all told me i had a place here but
why have you all left?
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 1:08 AM UTC
"My Lord, why is there only one set of footprints?"
"Because, my child, sand people always walk in single file to hide their numbers."
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 1:49 AM UTC
Being in gymnastics
Is like being in an abusive relationship
Everything just tells you "NO"
But you still stay
From the bars,
And how it releases the grips of your hands
To the beam,
Which only aims to make you wobble and fall off
To the vault,
Running full speed to it only to make you miss the vault
To the floor,
Wherein you try to flip and twist only to be defeated by Newton's law of gravity
With the stupid scoring system
Pointing out every flaw
With a deduction
Just cause your bra strap is showing
jeez!
And how we are trained to achieve the unachievable —
How every move is supposed to be precise
Every muscle squeezed and tight —
Perfection
And the fact that
You'll never actually be the best
There's always a harder skill
After you've achieved what you may think
Is your "hardest"
It pushes you
To your breaking point
Forcing you to be
This perfect formed strong gymnast
Which pays so much costs
Literally blood, sweat and tears
It tells you that
Every ******* time you fall
You just gotta get back up
And try again
That no matter how much sore you are
You gotta **** it up
And do it again
And again and again and again
Until you finally get it
But there are these magical moments
those little moments of pure happiness
When you get a skill you've been working on
When coach praises you for your improvement
When you get over your fear
And when you stand on top of that platform
Knowing you gave it your all
These moments
Are what keep us going
These moments
Are what we come back for
Time after time after leaving the gym saying
"I hate training!"
There's just something about
These moments so special
That keeps us wanting more
And I will never
ever
Stop loving gymnastics
No matter how many times it hurts me
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC