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"aggrandized" poems
Lustrous but also lackluster We are gems yet salvaged Formed inside of a shelled world Waves waning and whining Sailors nauseated on our waters Drifting towards an aggrandized land Where they might find us oysters in the sand They'll tear them open, In search of what only we bear Camouflaged amongst the cultured, Or even those with nothing there Darling, We are wild, Yes we are rare Open up to me, We've so many layers to share Your metallic smile, Your iridescent articulation Everything happened so naturally A miracle to be in the same location They won't crack us, For our muscles will defend Our valuable and vulnerable interior From the worlds vinegary intent
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May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
Saltwater Pearls
1230 It came at last but prompter Death Had occupied the House— His pallid Furniture arranged And his metallic Peace— Oh faithful Frost that kept the Date Had Love as punctual been Delight had aggrandized the Gate And blocked the coming in.
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It came at last but prompter Death
A yank around the branch for an unripe banana tree makes for peels at the tears; an aggrandized detainee. In three proper pieces, breathing spiff in the fog, split flat on the soil,  in an envelope of slog, it doesn't really matter because nobody knows but you. It only really matters when the answer is ubiquitous. A pupil to imbue labradoritic hues will disagree to acquiesce and suffuse bleeding happiness.
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Oct 28, 2010
Oct 28, 2010 at 12:00 PM UTC
Banana Trees
the planet makes another pass around its lonely star an arbitrary point in space-time delineated by a self-aggrandized emperor stabbed to death by those closest to him et tu brute i spent the night the sole attendee in a dreary cinema half-asleep ignoring spasms of guilt and envy witnessing the depravity to which the 1% would sink to ensure their profits never decreased you were getting wasted with strangers and fair-weather friends on cheap liquor and i can't help but wonder if he's there does he even ask to hold your hand and i'll nurse my jealousy the way you'd sip a lukewarm beer it tastes foul but no one wants to be the only one at a New Year's Eve party who has to be sober some nights i imagine i am the lone survivor of an ill-fated crew the very last human being in an apathetic galaxy awakened from hypersleep trapped aboard this spaceship
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Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 1:16 AM UTC
spaceship
If you're waiting for the meaning of life to hit you like a bolt of lightning out of the sky you're better off starting your own power plant. What's the meaning of the carrot in your fridge? Why doesn't anyone ask that? What is the meaning of a 130 billion dollar deficit? How do we still have rich people when we're in a deficit? Life is a stretch of time that we can experience Time is money therefore life is money Money has no real value other than what we ascribe to it The reason "in god we trust" wasn't taken off the bill Is because money doesn't exist without faith So keep your receipts folks, especially all the deconstructionists the anarchists the cynics the greasy ***** and the self aggrandized miscreants I love you confused ******* people
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 6:22 AM UTC
Oh Money (Om, oney)
All is love. The finite, though illusory, is paradoxically the path to enlightenment, to infinity, to love. Our world is on the cusp of extinction. Humanity is an infant. It needs to grow up fast. From its inception, humanity has aggrandized, warred, killed. A minuscule percentage has loved. Of all potential behaviors, love is the least realized and most powerful positively. Why has humanity not fully embraced it? Only love can save our world. Love now and forever. TOD HOWARD HAWKS
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Feb 4, 2022
Feb 4, 2022 at 12:04 PM UTC
LOVE TO SAVE OUR WORLD
He was pavonine. In the darkest room, The light entered and aggrandized. The rhythmic applause and glittering lights. His eyes were wet, maybe of nervousness. Stressed he was, too restless. Heard his name, followed by loud screaming. This was all he needed.. that was his childhood dream. As he walked onto the stage, Feeling like a bird, about to fly from the cage. His exiguous steps, turned into hallux Slowly, somewhere he was being treacherous, From within. Going and remembering the past, Silence was guiding his mind to the last. He heard the song, Began to perform. Leaving the memories behind, danced deiform. Inside him was a great Storm. Every movement, every step was crystal clear. Audience stood and of astonishment stared. He rejoiced the seconds. And lived the moments.
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 8:08 AM UTC
Pavonine
Oh dear, say it ain't so I have tumbled once more into the Ensorcel rabbit hole. Such beguiling charisma and perplexing dexterity wound up inside the man seated next to me. Perhaps he has broad branching toes like a stoic Tarzan type, nesting in foliage and kissing the stars goodnight. Or maybe, just maybe he's a beatnik poetic pulsating with the rhythm the earth has bestowed in him. His finely aligned scruff and quaintly poised glasses may suggest his love for musical classics. Oh treacherous day, what ever shall I do? This man of such illusive origins glazed in nectarous morning dew. Logistically you could precipitate more interaction to decode the cryptic fabric  fostering this bizarre attraction. But... Enshrining and alienating yourself from said object is the best way to circumvent its truthful product. He is feverishly contaminated by the condition of human, fettered by the society's rubble and ruins. Ah, no matter I say. I can jowl upon my pumpkin pie and wistfully ostracize the pestilence shreds of reality away. Anyhow, I do much prefer the aggrandized lofty plot of land transcended from our fickle mortal hackneyed plans. A throne of land so void of reality my fabricated man could lie beside me in all his Tarzan beatnik classical music glory.
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Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 12:13 PM UTC
Prince
And today I say you're Beauty A light no night could cloud All your life you were a diamond Treasured Loved Protected You were the focal point The mystery The reason the Broken stared You gleamed from the inside Your glow engulfed you And today You say you're Broken A light the night devoured Shattered by torment No longer a diamond Just shards Broken glass If stride is broken are you not at your own pace If a mold is broken are you not your own form If a rule is broken are you not your own master Your gleam has left your center Your glow is beyond your surface And today I say you're Beauty A light no night could cloud If you break, break free Don't be the focal point The mystery The reason the Broken stare Guide the Broken to your shambled soul Let your pieces form an essence Let your light form a beacon No longer light encased by a diamond You are light, aggrandized by shards And today I say you're Beauty. A light no night can could cloud
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Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 12:59 AM UTC
The Broken
I have never been perfect. I have always been too much, in fact although that gives me too much credit- I'm just a normal human being. A normal human. Not romanticized, not aggrandized, not more, not less. I'm just a person. Just a person. A person who has her head ******* on the right way up, I think, a person that sees the light of good above her and the pit of evil below and is trying her best to search the vague waters for an answer to her navigational questions a person that, sailing eastward into a west wind knows that her wings are not wings but only arms only arms. And only two eyes and only ten fingers that don't deserve to touch God. I'm just one soul floating and trying to find a rocky outcrop in the midst of hurricanes on hurricanes. Trying to love and live within reason. Trying to wake in the morning with an attitude that lets me put my feet on the ground. I'm just moving and learning. I'm only seventeen years old.
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Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 9:44 PM UTC
mere humanity