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#yeah
I bring her coffee, plus a custom made admixture of kashi-go-lean and fruited loops, and an almond biscotti with fresh berries, to wake her up, @9:30AM, since s-h-e, bad girl, been watching some Jane Austen stuff (duh) till the AM of Three, will dare to try to get away with sleeping the holy moly entire Sunday -a!way; quite a lot to carry, and sadly cursed with but two hands,* so various prints from nose, and toes, fingered tips and and upon an occasional, full on five on five, a free single hand print on a mirrored bedroom door behind which she hides now when the light hits said door, every smudge is crystalline clear, and my OCDC insists I tsk tsk take my sleeve to rub them out of existence she loves this cleansing idiotick-oh-synchrow-nieceity o’ mine, and smile lovingly while observing my back acleaning… what an idiot, she thinks, she forgets, I see her every move, because I am before a rear facing mirror revealing her espying me with loving for a man who cares enough to rid the world of smudges, curmudgeons and peeps who write poems way too excessively so clean up this poetry smudge in aisle five, and we can both get a laugh n’ a giggle, on her foible-a-bility
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Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 10:43 AM UTC
wit & loving: fingerprints and handprints on a glass mirror (yeah, yeah a love poem)
the phrase buried in some political claptrap that clogs the thoughts, but I hear a metaphor mystical challenge, always have a destination prepped, ready, handy, with a willingness to adjust because potential is a loaded shotgun blast, needing constant upward outward bound trajectory revision; the sin of underestimating said distant edged galaxy, Requires you need a reminder that light (years) move fast because the distances they (you) must be prepared to travel are limited by only infinity sabbath morn musing Sat Jan 2&4&26 so hit the road jack, pack your things, travel light, take only what you want, need, and don’t comeback retracing your dust that is fruit of the spent consciousness, that’s for others to enjoy, keep on keeping on, always extend your everything to teach, reach the light of your potential destination….
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Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 8:47 AM UTC
the light of the potential destination
white turns to red blood covers me. Thick Hot and Persistent i'm drowning within consumed by my own sins the pool grows, and with it my disdain is too I can't cope, i cant escape It's within me.
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Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 9:21 AM UTC
scars
The blade glides my skin like paper, like sheets at school My old self is covered with, permanent unbearable scars- my youth is now ruined when i look back i realise, i've ruined her the happy little girl i once was i've damaged her shes never going to forgive me i'm never going to forgive myself.
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Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 5:34 PM UTC
i'm sorry.
I wish for tolerance for The small that don't have a Choice than to live. A tolerance That should come from myself How dare I to wish for The death of a little Being, that flies onto my hand and makes me squirm
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Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 4:31 PM UTC
Fly away
its not like i didnt try i killed myself everytime, suicide still alone with i, pedal pedal my bike i continue the cycle, self sacrifice its not like i didnt try i signal the change i witness the seasons the transition of the leaves the disappearance of oasis i signal the change i witness the reasons the outline of your treason the disappearance of peace i know too much Yeah
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Oct 16, 2024
Oct 16, 2024 at 12:17 PM UTC
Yeah
The caterpillar walks alongside groovy stems; so what do you mean?     the banjo plays on to rusty hymns; what is that supposed to mean?  the plainsong of those birds of a feather upends: excuse me, come again please?    but nobody, no one;  ever… told you you had to comprehend. Oh fam, you’re soo mean! So you can take your suit just in case, and I can take in the rain and coat  my little dream. What, why? You don’t mind.  and I don’t mind metaphors to explain lyrics across…  the bard. You’re speaking in riddles, Man! So what is Poetry to me, if I can’t take it’s license and play with my words, words you would discard, I call  deuces wild, yeah my friend. Nah, it’s not like that at all child. Yes it is. No it’s not. Yes it is. No it’s not! And that’s the way I feel y’all. I just think a thought and jot. Jot it all down. Jot it all down. Jot alllllll DoWn… when I think a thought.
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Jul 5, 2023
Jul 5, 2023 at 7:49 PM UTC
Singsong
there’s a rush of something to my mind that drags it’s calming palms down the back of my brain. now i can hear the rushing of blood in and out of my aorta warming up on my cardiovascular walls. this is what summer suns leaving final kisses to foreheads before a cool moonlight makes way. something kind of like end of autumn when leaves transition to dust and dusk feels like the first brushes of winter winds. i am dragging cool, calm, collected, metal across hot, heavy, hesitant flesh and i feel nothing until blood starts pumping and then i feel this unabashed bliss and this unbearable shame. it’s akin to knowing without having the knowledge the way i crave a humiliating high.
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Nov 2, 2021
Nov 2, 2021 at 3:45 PM UTC
10-24-21
i thought we'd ****** in shared breath, hot and sweet peach lips parted not in passing one another silent avoiding eye contact
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Oct 8, 2021
Oct 8, 2021 at 11:44 AM UTC
let this not be the end
my fingers ache with a desire to create explore the colors of my mind i beg for it to come freely but i always end up searching carving away at the layers like a caver, trying to see what beauty could be hidden underneath the worthlessness and despair for once i realize i could be something i no longer am nothing and i spill from my mouth, my eyes bloom, i see what could be and it feels close enough to touch all i must do is reach a little further i have never felt as warm as when i am writing and i have never felt as cold as when i am done i pour my heart out into these virtual pages and it's nice to see what i have created but god, do i feel empty after
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Sep 24, 2021
Sep 24, 2021 at 1:06 PM UTC
words flow thru my bloodstream; poetry in my veins
Yeah yeah I see it now Your cold embrace And sweat on the brow Sure sure it might have been The sleepless night Full of wicked sin Blah blah was your last line Into a wasteland And here’s my sign
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May 21, 2021
May 21, 2021 at 6:34 PM UTC
Yeah, Sure, Blah
I cant go to sleep I swear I want to, swear I try, swear I did all the steps right But you know what There is only one body in this bed And it's mine, And it misses you And it wishes it did not have to.
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Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 2:33 PM UTC
Things I'm too Afraid to Tell, Part III.
I am done, Trying to keep people in my life is exhausting Whether they try to stay or don’t Can’t handle myself, let alone someone else No I don’t hate you or talk of you No more sad thoughts about you Stop thinking about me it’s not worth it Was I ever here, you won’t know But it’s better that I just ****** let you go
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Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 11:02 PM UTC
Done.
Clays are Jumping Up & Down in Every Corner of Colosseum Your *** Is Dead, Violence All You See Your *** Is Dead, Violence All You See They Drink Flood of Tears of Saints Certainly, Nature is Church Of Satan Slave Run Faster! Slave Run Faster! Slave Run Faster! Come & See A Brand New Car Carsh Full Of Blood make your Brain Dance Fresh Flesh of once Loved Trash Window was Open & take the chance Your *** Is Dead, Violence All You See Your *** Is Dead, Violence All You See Bones they Love the most They want to **** my host Now There cities are Destroyed And They all are turned into ghosts Faith we lead you to promised Land Faith we lead you to promised Land Faith we lead you to promised Land Faith we lead you to promised Land Faith we lead you to promised Land Faith we lead you to promised Land Faith we lead you to promised Land Faith we lead you to promised Land Faith we lead you to promised Land Faith we lead you to promised Land Faith we lead you to promised Land Faith we lead you to promised Land
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Dec 8, 2020
Dec 8, 2020 at 11:05 AM UTC
Colosseum
If you can’t find a familiar voice, For gods sake, don’t argue. Just give up and take an easy route. Without a belt or needle, Just a cable and a screen. You’ll be able to shoot up on dopamine. So easy to always seem right. **** it, you don’t have to be bright! The ease we have to escape strife, Makes me want to steam clean my brain. Bathe in disinfectant. Let hand sanitizer be my imbibe. Better yet bleach. You can say anything. Racist, sexist, misogynistic, homophobic, misandrist, dull, shallow, backstabbing, hateful, and malicious. Go on the internet, And find a Fuckyeah.com for it.
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Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 6:59 PM UTC
Fuckyeah.com
Never bein who I wanna. See thru. neck kiss. car hood. lost a thing. Don't belong. don't believe. all wrong. have to leave. don't. . Stay. Garrett Johnson.
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Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 11:27 PM UTC
Never bein who I wanna.
The rain came down in heavy sheets. He pulled his soaked hood tighter to protect himself and kept walking. Where the hell was she? Would he find her in time? Or was it already too late? He wanted nothing but to find her in that moment before she did something dumb and regret filled. Lightning struck. There sitting on the bridge railing he saw a dark shape he knew was her. He rushed towards her calling her name. She looked back and hurriedly went to stand. He grabbed her before she could jump, pulling her into his chest. He could not tell for the rain if she had been crying. But when opened her mouth to let out the most gut wrenching sob he'd ever heard, he knew that her face was damp with salty tears. Wrapped in his arms she finally looked at him with nothing but pleading in her eyes. He solemnly looked at her and nodded, promising to keep her safe. He pulled her closer to his chest. He knew that she wouldn't be his forever, but he would protect her while she was
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Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 1:13 AM UTC
June 5, 2019 (3 o'clock in the morning)
Write about the Sky                        how it shines Write about the Ocean                          and all its tides Write about Pain          Write about Belief Write about Love          And how It's Received Write about Friends           Write about Trends Write about Healing            Write about the Feeling Write about the Cosmo        Write about Speed              Write about Trees                   Write about Greed Write about Memory and how it serves Write about Honor and what it deserves Write it once               Write it again                           Save the draft &                                     label The End
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Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 5:27 PM UTC
A Drizzle Of Inspiration
Hello Am here Ur not Still crying
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Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 10:29 AM UTC
Suicide
enough with flippant poetry just give me something heavy (yeah!) you know as well as i do: that's what depression's for! (chorus?, then repeat)
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Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 3:56 PM UTC
Sweet Strange Baby, Poet
Amongst the leaves I am a conductor I have guided their hue and told them their future they have agreed I am a wanderer, I am Bede and lost amidst the cockles I have bled and tasted the Salton Seas I will give my entire wealth of the universe which is replenished I will show the world the gift of my unknown It is soft chocolate that has melted in the heat It is a love that is unrequited and dies inevitably I am a philosopher and upon my hill I view some lady in the garden She is beautiful but of the state and in that way I cannot be I am a trader of knowledge and wealth is the secret I guard enviously She will never have this treatise I will grow old and wither on the steps of the acropolis I will become food for the olivine complexion of her skin I will be the very foundations of her visions I will touch the corneal fragments of her children I am a faker and a figment of imagination
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Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 4:21 PM UTC
Robinhood
Dear friends its been a while! I can't believe It took so long to reconcile. So often it feels like I'm only giving off a profile. so I must say I’ve missed your smile. I've been thinking lately (And you know how My thoughts can be deadly) That maybe I Am lost again already. I’ll swallow my pride this time And ask for help before I go crazy. I can't feel my emotions. Every other obstacle feels like a toss into the deepest of oceans. And no matter what I do Its like I’m only going through the motions. It's so hard to be around people Without feeling like my mind and body are prisons Help me, please I don't want to be alone anymore but this is the only place I feel at ease. I feel sicker than before now, How can I cure my self of this disease? All my efforts drain me. Why would my heart have a lock without keys? I am so sorry I'm working through some of this explosive self-fury. I hope you can forgive me and save yourself some worry because I know to ask now and besides: it's not as bad as it could be.
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Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 9:45 PM UTC
Reconciliation