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"brainer" poems
but have you noticed, have you noticed how  all mental health problems stem form a seemingly aether virus that attacks the pronoun category; i mean with proper justifiable schizoids you will not hear of the nouns being ransacked for an equation that equates itself to misnomers; it's all categorised negation of ease within the framework of pronouns. it's strange that philosophers stress the pronouns so much these days and those countless prior, but why do mental health diseases attack the pronouns and not the nouns? they attack the verbs thoroughly, but prior to the verbs exposing an illness the pronouns are attacked, so that many considering the singularity of expressing thought are ill because of being forced into a plural expression of thought: "voices." i find it hard to understand, but it's the reality, the aether virus attacks the pronoun on the backdrop of a king's casual expression / use of pronouns, when a king casually says of himself as omni or multi with one and we respectively; so why are pronouns so weak and nouns so strong that a tree cannot be a misnomer attaché of timber and rock not a pillar, or mountain as the verb: mountaineering? the pronoun category is weak from day one, because it suggests photographic duck animation on the lip pursed into a quack quack, but if we constructed thought without knowledge prior, eating the fruit of knowledge rather than the fruit of thought, using the starting point of the genesis metaphor, it's sometimes a no brainer to have weak thinking and strength in knowing, for if there was strength in thinking and weakness in knowing, i'd be the one chiseling these words in the ice age on a cavern wall. so, given, that diseases such as the famed premature dementia attack the pronouns but not the nouns the schizoid one will convene life with: pizza is pizza and sunshine ray down the drain clock the millionth dead parting of grasshoppers in decimals - while man unto man lusts one man's parting in decimals, but should dire said, part man with integers, and insects with decimals! but still, in the terminology of a cartesian understanding of illness, in that segregational aspect of things "sorted," why are mental illnesses tattooed in a weak pronoun usage compared to a strength in other grammatical categories? why are not mental illnesses ******* the life out of the nouns? the nouns are intact, the pronouns attacked, and the verbs chess piece the pawn from the casually speaking clown king into a beast imprisoned, for while the pronouns are attacked and the nouns left intact, the attack on pronouns expresses itself fully in verbs of the never existent tact: with such magic as to claim knock knock on plank is the same as knock knock on veneer.
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Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 7:58 PM UTC
plank v. veneer via grasshoppers
but have you noticed, have you noticed how  all mental health problems stem form a seemingly aether virus that attacks the pronoun category; i mean with proper justifiable schizoids you will not hear of the nouns being ransacked for an equation that equates itself to misnomers; it's all categorised negation of ease within the framework of pronouns. it's strange that philosophers stress the pronouns so much these days and those countless prior, but why do mental health diseases attack the pronouns and not the nouns? they attack the verbs thoroughly, but prior to the verbs exposing an illness the pronouns are attacked, so that many considering the singularity of expressing thought are ill because of being forced into a plural expression of thought: "voices." i find it hard to understand, but it's the reality, the aether virus attacks the pronoun on the backdrop of a king's casual expression / use of pronouns, when a king casually says of himself as omni or multi with one and we respectively; so why are pronouns so weak and nouns so strong that a tree cannot be a misnomer attaché of timber and rock not a pillar, or mountain as the verb: mountaineering? the pronoun category is weak from day one, because it suggests photographic duck animation on the lip pursed into a quack quack, but if we constructed thought without knowledge prior, eating the fruit of knowledge rather than the fruit of thought, using the starting point of the genesis metaphor, it's sometimes a no brainer to have weak thinking and strength in knowing, for if there was strength in thinking and weakness in knowing, i'd be the one chiseling these words in the ice age on a cavern wall. so, given, that diseases such as the famed premature dementia attack the pronouns but not the nouns the schizoid one will convene life with: pizza is pizza and sunshine ray down the drain clock the millionth dead parting of grasshoppers in decimals - while man unto man lusts one man's parting in decimals, but should dire said, part man with integers, and insects with decimals! but still, in the terminology of a cartesian understanding of illness, in that segregational aspect of things "sorted," why are mental illnesses tattooed in a weak pronoun usage compared to a strength in other grammatical categories? why are not mental illnesses ******* the life out of the nouns? the nouns are intact, the pronouns attacked, and the verbs chess piece the pawn from the casually speaking clown king into a beast imprisoned, for while the pronouns are attacked and the nouns left intact, the attack on pronouns expresses itself fully in verbs of the never existent tact: with such magic as to claim knock knock on plank is the same as knock knock on veneer.
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Rejection, Rejection, Oh, how that I loathe thee It seems to me that you are NOT my cup of tea. I have tried to fit in And to get in on the action, But you just keep coming in; giving me a bad reaction. I have applied myself To many aspects of life, You came in, ruined it, And you’ve given me the strife. From jobs, internships, applications, and auditions for a chance to act in the theatrical productions, to contests, competitions, sports games and tryouts Thanks to you, I’m feeling left out. I’ve lost the hope, I’ve lost the faith In any aspect that I put myself into, You, Rejection, are the cause of all of this You’ve made me feel sad and blue. I feel like I’m a loser And I’ve given up the fight You’ve kept me in the darkness I can’t seem to see the light! I have big dreams and goals Wanting to be an entertainer; You just set my dreams and goals aside. That’s a no-brainer. I’m depressed and lonely And it’s all thanks to you! Rejection, you’ve just made My nightmares come true! This is not what my purpose In life’s supposed to be, Rejection, please go away! Please let me be! I would hide all of my true feelings From my relatives, colleagues, and friends, Please stop this, Rejection! I want it to end! Rejection, Rejection, I really hate you! We’re breaking up and going our separate ways. I’m through with you!
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 2:52 PM UTC
An Ode To Rejection
Met this easy chick that don't **** **** she a no brainer I said **** my duck and she said "What could be lamer?!" Defamed, I went home cried and smoked some ****** Watch teletubbies in my ****** like my last name was schiefer I went to bed and heard a scream like R.Kelly I peed my sheets Turns out the ****** was laced some sort of hallucinogen I'm worried that in my bloods a carcinogen decided not to worry cause whats the point We all die so chill and roll a joint
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 12:28 PM UTC
Realest talk
I wish my world was in sync with what I am and what I want but its not nor will it ever be. To be loved is to be wanted, needed, accepted. Trust is a no brainer too for those that are true, too many nights I lie awake wondering what I can do But the day comes as sleep takes my mind and in the morning light I find a woman that wants to be mine. Forced by the forces of the world to remain the same I look deep into the back of my mind and once again find a love that is there but refuses to cross the line. why can't I have everything I want? Others do and are content with what they have because they have what they want. I wish I was a simple man that wanted simple things But I'm as simple as a deafening silence. Oxymoronic with a demonic emotion that remains selfish yet selfless in all I do. May my ego be taken from me someday and on that I shall lay upon my grave. My ego is all I am that keeps me moving and daily it is attacked without regard I had a belief that I was great at something. But then I *** to find out I'm not even great to be looked at. Here is my ego on display for the world and here is a man broke and broken.
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Jun 9, 2012
Jun 9, 2012 at 3:42 PM UTC
Ego? Yeah Right!
**** you people and your 2D polo's please use me for to tape down cords and I will use you for credit. credibility I had enough and I would never take a recommendation from a polo like you. but was the credit really worth it or three? did I need this experience? knowing the world is gonna **** you is a no brainer but learning and not being paid is like an underdog smothered and stomped you are an intern and you are unpaid for me... You know how it feels but do you know how it starts those eyes and words.. slowly creep in or maybe the words don't even show worst of all those looks linger on after do something great... ___________ do something wrong- __________fool don't you know what a bamba mamba is? I thought I was here to figure out what a bamba mamba was?
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Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
Bamba Mamba Underdog
The one teardrop says to the other; I am the tears of sorrow, fear, and anger. I make every person that feels me burn with anguish, because I take ego to rest. I claim to make it better when my tear is forced with all that fear. But then I cross paths with laughter, joy, and love; and wow...I get freaked out! I love one thing; I love to argue, be indifferent; it makes my eyes water every time they see me. There is no winning or losing with me; you have to deal with my hard feelings; oh yes, there is no feeling left after me. I can even break hearts because that is what I do. But then I do not know why no one wants me; but I keep doing what I see best; it is like a no brainer with no brains. I am a difficult teardrop to deal with, because you do not know why my eyes are so hurt. These teardrops will flood the soul to a deep infernal pain of anguish if you met me. Then down the flooded river of those dark brown eyes; I can see the laughter, joy, and love. Those teardrops said nothing; they could not argue with me; they just kept moving, But then I realized that no matter where I go, those teardrops were going down the same path. Why are those beautiful teardrops following me? This is not making no sense; Two opposite tears for the same reason going down the same projected path. Why do you pick me? Why do I deserve your love? What did I do to deserve your love? I love to fight, argue, and be unpredictable; you love to be quiet, peaceful, and live the dream; I have no dream to live. What is there about me that you like? And for some reason I cannot fight your tears; you make me drain with pain; you make me broken in my flood; and you mix with my tears to make me beautiful. The other teardrop stops; it melts away the burning desire of pain. Molds me into something I am not; how the hell do you do that? I am a teardrop of fear and anger! How did you know to make me whole? the second teardrop says, "You were once me, and I felt you before, but I chose to make myself whole, again." Do you want my love? Mix with me, let me feel you; I will let you in my pool of love, peace, and understanding. You will find yourself at peace; you will never want to leave me; that is when I know I found the one. You do not need to worry; you do not need to fear love; love is gentle; love is kind; You do not have to fear me; you know you want me, because it is me that makes you shine. Why worry about finding the one? Why worry about the future? Here I am; I've been here all along; you just never accepted me. Yes, I shed my tears in comfort that You will find me; You have found me; No more hate, anger, or ego. You have me; you need me; You want me; I am the one. Get over here, take me in; your heart is manifesting into my own desire; opposites do attract; I have been fighting this long; I mind as well sleep in your tears. I have a big surprise for you; do you remember that third teardrop; the teardrop of the predicament; life choices, intercession, and destiny. Well, that teardrop is what made us transparent; and I want to be with you, because like you never had my tears; I never had your tears. Do I want your tears? No, but it is your tears with mine that helps heal the others in this pool; and together we can be a team; a team for love and hate; and how the two really make a balance. You love hate; I love peace; but together we can be in peace with our love. Your flaws are my own; There are only two tear drops in our soul.
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Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 10:18 PM UTC
Two Tear Drops
The one teardrop says to the other; I am the tears of sorrow, fear, and anger. I make every person that feels me burn with anguish, because I take ego to rest. I claim to make it better when my tear is forced with all that fear. But then I cross paths with laughter, joy, and love; and wow...I get freaked out! I love one thing; I love to argue, be indifferent; it makes my eyes water every time they see me. There is no winning or losing with me; you have to deal with my hard feelings; oh yes, there is no feeling left after me. I can even break hearts because that is what I do. But then I do not know why no one wants me; but I keep doing what I see best; it is like a no brainer with no brains. I am a difficult teardrop to deal with, because you do not know why my eyes are so hurt. These teardrops will flood the soul to a deep infernal pain of anguish if you met me. Then down the flooded river of those dark brown eyes; I can see the laughter, joy, and love. Those teardrops said nothing; they could not argue with me; they just kept moving, But then I realized that no matter where I go, those teardrops were going down the same path. Why are those beautiful teardrops following me? This is not making no sense; Two opposite tears for the same reason going down the same projected path. Why do you pick me? Why do I deserve your love? What did I do to deserve your love? I love to fight, argue, and be unpredictable; you love to be quiet, peaceful, and live the dream; I have no dream to live. What is there about me that you like? And for some reason I cannot fight your tears; you make me drain with pain; you make me broken in my flood; and you mix with my tears to make me beautiful. The other teardrop stops; it melts away the burning desire of pain. Molds me into something I am not; how the hell do you do that? I am a teardrop of fear and anger! How did you know to make me whole? the second teardrop says, "You were once me, and I felt you before, but I chose to make myself whole, again." Do you want my love? Mix with me, let me feel you; I will let you in my pool of love, peace, and understanding. You will find yourself at peace; you will never want to leave me; that is when I know I found the one. You do not need to worry; you do not need to fear love; love is gentle; love is kind; You do not have to fear me; you know you want me, because it is me that makes you shine. Why worry about finding the one? Why worry about the future? Here I am; I've been here all along; you just never accepted me. Yes, I shed my tears in comfort that You will find me; You have found me; No more hate, anger, or ego. You have me; you need me; You want me; I am the one. Get over here, take me in; your heart is manifesting into my own desire; opposites do attract; I have been fighting this long; I mind as well sleep in your tears. I have a big surprise for you; do you remember that third teardrop; the teardrop of the predicament; life choices, intercession, and destiny. Well, that teardrop is what made us transparent; and I want to be with you, because like you never had my tears; I never had your tears. Do I want your tears? No, but it is your tears with mine that helps heal the others in this pool; and together we can be a team; a team for love and hate; and how the two really make a balance. You love hate; I love peace; but together we can be in peace with our love. Your flaws are my own; There are only two tear drops in our soul.
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Fusing the concepts of diction with the; roll of a puuuup: ill container no brainer; the new name for all,, club bangers the flocking flamers, claiming they flow rain sick, fake **** time to face it like similes to basic subject matter could use a face lift I straight rip, jill jacking me off, cant touch these bars, leading to E.R. cough, cough; Hot sauce her eye, then fry that back side, spliff lit A big hit; leaves dome split                                                                            thoughts. . .              drift To higher places; perceive the cloudy spaces between the jaded hate spit peaceful protest; GRAVITY.. replace it Aliteration altered asinine assumptions Rhetoric to run with;               supplying the dumb-shits my cognition is "meta" there "fore"; fairest way is hitt'n Needing a "fix"; I pop "pre"-scription Sacred living's indifferent; no know's of his vision Firing blindly; we're inquisitive middlemen signing contracts binding booking assurance of purpose vexing questions perplex the messes milk spilt are peoples guesses nose tilt; angling obtuse, obese, feeding upon, the bottom line Most zealous of swine; hideous and hateful, unable, ungrateful better off as bacon plateful The line is fine; The shade is grey I'll ironically state, suggestions to negate your fate upon another's baseless psalms or petty predictions of living on your palms
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Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 4:22 PM UTC
What I Do At Work (no wonder the economy is tanking)
Fusing the concepts of diction with the; roll of a puuuup: ill container no brainer; the new name for all,, club bangers the flocking flamers, claiming they flow rain sick, fake **** time to face it like similes to basic subject matter could use a face lift I straight rip, jill jacking me off, cant touch these bars, leading to E.R. cough, cough; Hot sauce her eye, then fry that back side, spliff lit A big hit; leaves dome split                                                                            thoughts. . .              drift To higher places; perceive the cloudy spaces between the jaded hate spit peaceful protest; GRAVITY.. replace it Aliteration altered asinine assumptions Rhetoric to run with;               supplying the dumb-shits my cognition is "meta" there "fore"; fairest way is hitt'n Needing a "fix"; I pop "pre"-scription Sacred living's indifferent; no know's of his vision Firing blindly; we're inquisitive middlemen signing contracts binding booking assurance of purpose vexing questions perplex the messes milk spilt are peoples guesses nose tilt; angling obtuse, obese, feeding upon, the bottom line Most zealous of swine; hideous and hateful, unable, ungrateful better off as bacon plateful The line is fine; The shade is grey I'll ironically state, suggestions to negate your fate upon another's baseless psalms or petty predictions of living on your palms
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I have always contemplated the purposes of Mother Nature during nights I couldn’t sleep due to her tears and screams escaping the blooming clouds. I cannot grasp how such a series of complex events could be summed up all under a single name and a single purpose, but I have never had much faith in anything extraterrestrial. I don’t mean to be cruel or depressing, but truth is, I have always wanted to understand how anything could have color when it was destined to decay into the gray ground with the unrealized hope of benefiting future generations. Evolution is such an amazing thing, but I believe Mother has made mistakes in the goal towards an everlasting planet, one that could or could not be alone in its livelihood among the ever expanding space of filling emptiness. Simple animalistic characteristics could have been enough for the world to sustain itself, and she could have flourished beyond every imaginable garden, meadow, and dune we dream about, but as we know well, sustaining only satisfies sadness. I think, for the first time in the universes, this unattainable event under a single existing name craved for something more than the “same thing”. Somehow, and in some crippling way, she changed the predictable process of change to create something that would demonize the innocence of this planet. Scientists always electrify the fact that Darwin said natural selection is supposed to allow beneficial characteristics in a species to take precedent over others, but has anyone considered the evolution of self-awareness? I contemplate this question often long into the nights and sometimes until the weary sun cleans the black sky of its worries. I try to ask the monsters under my bed, the insecurities biting at the edges of my head, the anxieties pounding at my torso, and the disorders plaguing my lungs into peril for suggestive phrases and clicks, but I cannot get a straight answer because they themselves are creations of this awareness. I wonder about this evolutionary characteristic, and I wonder if maybe someday the future generations will ever be able to escape the horrific results of this survival technique. I pray that the planet turns in our favor and allows Mother to be happy again. I’m not sure this will ever happen, however, because maybe even the single most powerful existence we will ever be able to prove is real, has its demons too.
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Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC
Poetic Ponderings Of A Confused Left-Brainer
I have always contemplated the purposes of Mother Nature during nights I couldn’t sleep due to her tears and screams escaping the blooming clouds. I cannot grasp how such a series of complex events could be summed up all under a single name and a single purpose, but I have never had much faith in anything extraterrestrial. I don’t mean to be cruel or depressing, but truth is, I have always wanted to understand how anything could have color when it was destined to decay into the gray ground with the unrealized hope of benefiting future generations. Evolution is such an amazing thing, but I believe Mother has made mistakes in the goal towards an everlasting planet, one that could or could not be alone in its livelihood among the ever expanding space of filling emptiness. Simple animalistic characteristics could have been enough for the world to sustain itself, and she could have flourished beyond every imaginable garden, meadow, and dune we dream about, but as we know well, sustaining only satisfies sadness. I think, for the first time in the universes, this unattainable event under a single existing name craved for something more than the “same thing”. Somehow, and in some crippling way, she changed the predictable process of change to create something that would demonize the innocence of this planet. Scientists always electrify the fact that Darwin said natural selection is supposed to allow beneficial characteristics in a species to take precedent over others, but has anyone considered the evolution of self-awareness? I contemplate this question often long into the nights and sometimes until the weary sun cleans the black sky of its worries. I try to ask the monsters under my bed, the insecurities biting at the edges of my head, the anxieties pounding at my torso, and the disorders plaguing my lungs into peril for suggestive phrases and clicks, but I cannot get a straight answer because they themselves are creations of this awareness. I wonder about this evolutionary characteristic, and I wonder if maybe someday the future generations will ever be able to escape the horrific results of this survival technique. I pray that the planet turns in our favor and allows Mother to be happy again. I’m not sure this will ever happen, however, because maybe even the single most powerful existence we will ever be able to prove is real, has its demons too.
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when your spirit dims this light polluted sky, my soul will be a floodlight through every gloom as the seasons change. whilst the world echoes my heartbeat, it will be spring again and your pulse will study the pleasant - variations of these waves. the node in the tree where leaves had fallen from is testimony of the many summers i fell for you - i never needed reasons to stay, we forgot what winter felt like and love was our blanket for every single day.
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Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 6:11 AM UTC
winter
Go with the flow till you hit that status quo. No brainer just remainders of ill-advised blunders. Of new life and lewd thought our best efforts for naught. This new decade lies empty of waste there is plenty. So much to discover in the arms of another. Loneliness runs rampant an old youth lies penitent. Wishing for the stars indebted to the bars. No faith in a system just divine intervention. Two lines smothering one another is this what we’ve become? In this age of impure saturation has a course of purity already been run? Teenage angst squatting on new life no excuse for self imposed strife.
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Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 3:28 AM UTC
Status Flow
Faithful, loyal so I dont even frown when she wants to share my spoils we wrapped together coils vent our frustrations in the heat of the moment..boil and we grow collectively, happiness is fertilized..soil good girls come one outta dozen I mean you a dime but I'm searchin for the diamond under the roughest Treasure discovered, gotta cuff it, before someone notices...busted Adore you even if you were disabled..crutches Shower you in your desire til you exhausted..like enough is, enough its, enough then We conjointly, as one, mutually, collaberately are in unision heart shaped footprints invade the trail we left behind romantically they were found side by side like notes that synchronically rhyme or soda mixed with lemon lime, obey your thirst...sprite hugs on latex...tight she gasped at the blue box I presented..love it or like? She showed me which it was that night leading me to believe I love her...and everything she do I like you thinkin her vagina's the best...but she's lovin my pipe we burned some calories do I make myself Crystal Clear...light Always askin for facetime...skype so many emotions she's conformed me into a writer...type outside voices doubting, but we stay hand in hand...spite kisses that give butterflies, our bodies aviate...flight My eternal future..wife Keep the good times rolling...no strife When it comes to leaving her there's no maybe or might or baby i'll be back when the sun is in sight its a no brainer..no subliminal fight like why would i have left..when you turned me on, right? ©:Khyyom Harris September 2011
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Sep 14, 2011
Sep 14, 2011 at 2:48 PM UTC
Right?
Faithful, loyal so I dont even frown when she wants to share my spoils we wrapped together coils vent our frustrations in the heat of the moment..boil and we grow collectively, happiness is fertilized..soil good girls come one outta dozen I mean you a dime but I'm searchin for the diamond under the roughest Treasure discovered, gotta cuff it, before someone notices...busted Adore you even if you were disabled..crutches Shower you in your desire til you exhausted..like enough is, enough its, enough then We conjointly, as one, mutually, collaberately are in unision heart shaped footprints invade the trail we left behind romantically they were found side by side like notes that synchronically rhyme or soda mixed with lemon lime, obey your thirst...sprite hugs on latex...tight she gasped at the blue box I presented..love it or like? She showed me which it was that night leading me to believe I love her...and everything she do I like you thinkin her vagina's the best...but she's lovin my pipe we burned some calories do I make myself Crystal Clear...light Always askin for facetime...skype so many emotions she's conformed me into a writer...type outside voices doubting, but we stay hand in hand...spite kisses that give butterflies, our bodies aviate...flight My eternal future..wife Keep the good times rolling...no strife When it comes to leaving her there's no maybe or might or baby i'll be back when the sun is in sight its a no brainer..no subliminal fight like why would i have left..when you turned me on, right? ©:Khyyom Harris September 2011
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Even to this day, I still think about the times, That i held you in my arms and I looked you in the eyes. Many seasons passed, still I keep you in my heart, Losing you was stupid but we both played each our part. Many nights, I wake up, panting, break out in a sweat, Your smiling face and gorgeous eyes, now how could I forget? Remember back, when we first met, you'd come find me at work? I couldn't tell but later knew, we'd both flirt back and forth. And honestly, i was surprised, a girl like you liked me?? That's when i stopped and thought about what you and me might be. Took me a minute but soon I got a name and seven digits, And promised you that I would call as soon as work was finished. We'd conversate and contemplate, things were going great. Your voice alone was soothing but now im thinkin 'wait' Could this be a dream? I put those thoughts way back in mind. When you'd speak to me, I would lose all track of time. Seconds turned to hours, hours into days. For now the time was ours, so lets not let it waste. I was convinced as time went on, I knew you were the one. You were my life, my everything, my star, you were my sun. We were both king and queen, together, we would rule You could grade our love on every subject in school. Cuz I really loved her, her and all her crazy ways. Our chemistry was perfect and we'd get a perfect A. History, we aced it, and mathematics, easy. Cuz one plus one, is one, we knew together that's what we'd be. English a no-brainer but spanish was kinda harder. We took phy ed and passed, then we took it a little farther. I studied every inch of her, it was my favorite class. She'd test me every day and every single day i'd pass. She was the one, even a blind man could see. Alone I am one half, she's the other part of me...
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Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 4:46 PM UTC
The Greatest Story Ever Told (Pt. 1)
Even to this day, I still think about the times, That i held you in my arms and I looked you in the eyes. Many seasons passed, still I keep you in my heart, Losing you was stupid but we both played each our part. Many nights, I wake up, panting, break out in a sweat, Your smiling face and gorgeous eyes, now how could I forget? Remember back, when we first met, you'd come find me at work? I couldn't tell but later knew, we'd both flirt back and forth. And honestly, i was surprised, a girl like you liked me?? That's when i stopped and thought about what you and me might be. Took me a minute but soon I got a name and seven digits, And promised you that I would call as soon as work was finished. We'd conversate and contemplate, things were going great. Your voice alone was soothing but now im thinkin 'wait' Could this be a dream? I put those thoughts way back in mind. When you'd speak to me, I would lose all track of time. Seconds turned to hours, hours into days. For now the time was ours, so lets not let it waste. I was convinced as time went on, I knew you were the one. You were my life, my everything, my star, you were my sun. We were both king and queen, together, we would rule You could grade our love on every subject in school. Cuz I really loved her, her and all her crazy ways. Our chemistry was perfect and we'd get a perfect A. History, we aced it, and mathematics, easy. Cuz one plus one, is one, we knew together that's what we'd be. English a no-brainer but spanish was kinda harder. We took phy ed and passed, then we took it a little farther. I studied every inch of her, it was my favorite class. She'd test me every day and every single day i'd pass. She was the one, even a blind man could see. Alone I am one half, she's the other part of me...
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I've got this poem, it's most astounding. It's big and juicy like the best grilled steak. I've pushed the publish, more times than i'd liked. This sites full of holes, imperfections like freaks. Unlike yours this one is defined. It didn't need self diagnosis or shrink on retainer. For this poem was just too immense. A fix for this would be a no-brainer. Full of imagery not fit for your eyes. This gateway it did not fit. A warning for all freaks. 502 - Its really really ****
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC
502 gateway
Friend zoned dethroned no more primrose visions of a future untold so you complain she always goes for the ones with no brain well it's a no brainer you have to save her right? no wrong this isn't some bull **** love song and you don't get to win the girl every time by being the sensitive sort of guy there has to be something in your ***** which give you courage to make the calls the choices you've avoided which would have let you down her halls, but you never did the friendship was just too **** perfect to try and evolve so now you devolve into beer whiskey and **** oh aren't you such a knight atop your noble steed? you won't succeed until you put the feeling that your wheeling and dealing will somehow strengthen some glass ceiling but you complain and ***** and moan and say "It's not fair, I'm in the friend zone." when really it was you who didn't own up to all the things you were supposed to do
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Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 12:17 PM UTC
Friend Zoned
Every time I’m alone I get the overwhelming urge to write more poems. The creative vibe adds to this experience of joyous content. The contemplations of life I do not lament. I let my spiritual intelligence fill my heart with the math of love. This extends far beyond the physical hug.
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Jul 18, 2024
Jul 18, 2024 at 8:27 AM UTC
No Brainer
Carol of the bells shes the lady in her arm chair twinkles Any state jeweled fair Prayers of garland birds Zip it Zircon pardon me December remember the stone Triumph tanzanite  He's "Superman Crimsonite" Debutante Peacock turquoise Applause noise and noise "Princess Owl State Fair" Violin ballantine clock Her heart key silent night lock The artist ceilng sings "Cheeks divine she blushes Silk fine print brushes"     Pointsetta ruby wings "Thomas Kincade" walls Light the promenade Princess gown wanderlust Power pride sleigh ride Eyes of the owl lady stunner Plays royalty no brainer "Princess Owl" tree topper
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Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 7:59 AM UTC
Princess Owl State Fair
With regard to this grieving process… how is this supposed work…? is it okay to be sad for me… but happy for her… cuz Cancer (with a capital “C”   outta respect) is a low-down cruel ***** But she gave that low-down cruel ***** A run for her money… A hellava fight… And now her race is run… And it’s a win/win … Or maybe it’s a no brainer… And I’m sure that there is at least one more cliché that I can use here But **** it… It’ll  hafta come to me later… Cuz my skin itches… and I keep looking over my shoulder… feeling as if someone is there…
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Feb 15, 2012
Feb 15, 2012 at 4:36 AM UTC
It Was Unseasonably Warm The Year My Mother Died
We don’t need these unclean Feelings are nothing Any more, they’ll just bore a hole in me Thinking we need to be So happy, never gonna last All you ask ends up in the trash “All people are different” you say bluntly Look at “Needing” and “Wanting” same seven letters But what if you’re wrong and change it up to be “We’re human” Whatever works to shut my mouth Then why not write a book? Words and letters To define it, definite answers to questions How to live dealing with lots of things Like when a boy and a girl want “pure relations” All of the people crying from all the loneliness in their hearts All of the people lying that they will understand every part All of the people truly think that love is a thing we take No one sees that we haven’t seen at all No one can save the human race Yeah we were late to see it’s really not a race Go with the flow and just give in You know we think the same ‘cuz changing is a pain Messy things like emotions creep Into the wall we call a heart made out of stone Looking out for a scene like war So unclean, ***** just keep away from me Your sad little stories have been getting Kinda tired, why do you just keep on talking? They’re poking and joking and when they’re tired No more happy or laughing, wait what just happened? We’re worried and judging books by covers Getting ready, enemy strikes will be coming No brainer, the danger is in your head Just tararari tarari tū papparapa All of the people dying from all the greediness in their hearts All of the people buying just to throw away every part All of the people break and buy new love that’ll never last “Can’t you see I need you or I’m alone” Who can say, it ain’t that way Yeah we all know egos are taking up the space I don’t know, it may be true Don’t wanna see the clean me dyed in ***** paint Cool my brain and turn away Don’t wanna look to see the mean hypocrisy Why not cry until I’m fine? Don’t wanna touch you please, just keep away from me Pouring like a dream is the night overhead Glowing ever hoping is morning again Facing up ahead like you really don’t dread “No wait. Stop pushing yourself to the edge.” No one ever will treat me that way Crying even dying a little each day Thinking over again and again Yeah I think I need it to all be clean No I'm sure, can’t take seeing any more No one can save the human race Yeah we were late to see it’s really not a race Drown in the flow of big ego No way to take a breather if you cannot swim Everyone knows, since long ago We've been a selfish race with nothing more to show Shutting my mouth, I’ll quit for now I don’t know, ya know? This is bye bye
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
Clean Freak - Jubyphonic
We don’t need these unclean Feelings are nothing Any more, they’ll just bore a hole in me Thinking we need to be So happy, never gonna last All you ask ends up in the trash “All people are different” you say bluntly Look at “Needing” and “Wanting” same seven letters But what if you’re wrong and change it up to be “We’re human” Whatever works to shut my mouth Then why not write a book? Words and letters To define it, definite answers to questions How to live dealing with lots of things Like when a boy and a girl want “pure relations” All of the people crying from all the loneliness in their hearts All of the people lying that they will understand every part All of the people truly think that love is a thing we take No one sees that we haven’t seen at all No one can save the human race Yeah we were late to see it’s really not a race Go with the flow and just give in You know we think the same ‘cuz changing is a pain Messy things like emotions creep Into the wall we call a heart made out of stone Looking out for a scene like war So unclean, ***** just keep away from me Your sad little stories have been getting Kinda tired, why do you just keep on talking? They’re poking and joking and when they’re tired No more happy or laughing, wait what just happened? We’re worried and judging books by covers Getting ready, enemy strikes will be coming No brainer, the danger is in your head Just tararari tarari tū papparapa All of the people dying from all the greediness in their hearts All of the people buying just to throw away every part All of the people break and buy new love that’ll never last “Can’t you see I need you or I’m alone” Who can say, it ain’t that way Yeah we all know egos are taking up the space I don’t know, it may be true Don’t wanna see the clean me dyed in ***** paint Cool my brain and turn away Don’t wanna look to see the mean hypocrisy Why not cry until I’m fine? Don’t wanna touch you please, just keep away from me Pouring like a dream is the night overhead Glowing ever hoping is morning again Facing up ahead like you really don’t dread “No wait. Stop pushing yourself to the edge.” No one ever will treat me that way Crying even dying a little each day Thinking over again and again Yeah I think I need it to all be clean No I'm sure, can’t take seeing any more No one can save the human race Yeah we were late to see it’s really not a race Drown in the flow of big ego No way to take a breather if you cannot swim Everyone knows, since long ago We've been a selfish race with nothing more to show Shutting my mouth, I’ll quit for now I don’t know, ya know? This is bye bye
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And that is your niche I told her. Finding all things lost. If I were to swallow ten thousand puzzle pieces. Each belonging to a different size. A different color. No matter how I hide them. I have perfect faith that you will find each piece. That's just what you do. There is no hiding any part of me. With the slightest look. The slightest word. You immediately know what's on my mind and I love it. Arranging my every thought to where you see best. It's really a no brainer Finding where I belong
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Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 11:37 AM UTC
No Brainer
I don't care, I'M A LIER I can't care Not about who or about what Just when and where Lurking like a jump scare Stimulating neck hair Never taught to prepare Never thought I'd get here Stuck in my own layer Of an inception daymare Not much darker after the lackluster transfer to nightmare It just goes to show the **** show goes on long past forever A morbid trend setter Left wishing I was a quitter I'M A LIER No need to wish, it's a clear no brainer And wicked obvious, at least from what I remember Though I know I don't remember a lot but whatever ©2024
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May 2, 2024
May 2, 2024 at 2:26 PM UTC
~•§•~ Liar Lier ~•§•~
I would like to take you out on a camping trip, but the last time that happened it didn't end up too well, This time let's not invite that other guy. It sort of bothered me how he was just laying there, I mean, hello. Can we have some privacy? Honestly! That one was a no-brainer, if you were to ask me. Oh well, anything's better than spending an evening at Dairy Queen. Or in an abandoned Burger Joint's parking lot. The benefit of the doubt can go an incredibly ******* long way.
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Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
Man, I'd Never Have the Guts to Tell Him Off Like You Did
I am a work of art, A colorful canvas now shaded gray, I am suddenly clueless in my own dementia, Wrinkled paper mache, Stories to tell but long forgotten, Faded memories make me smile, My complex concentration so frustrating, Everything should be a no brainer but it's not, Peace of mind is a struggle inside my head, My visual perception is altered and is watercolored and muted, Youth was a blunder to me, I have more wrinkles but fewer doubts, My fear is my vanity, Growing old is a privilege, denied by many. Not I. I am a classic beauty.
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Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC
old woman
simply recalling better days before the torment of your perpetual tyranny that scratches at my soul youre so frumpy mister, i don't know why you think we rely on you for criticisms oh sorry did you think they were optimisms? don't make me laugh. just hush your snarky mouth, your cruel tongue and calm your flashing eyes. take a look at the world around you, it's beautiful i promise, just open your eyes and see it how we do. what would you rather.. a patchwork daughter full of stochastic emotions that bubbles up frequently in sadness, or one that's stony faced and glaring trying so hard not to snap out or yank off her marble facade? it's a no brainer for you. you're supposed to care, but you don't. SO STOP PRETENDING LIKE YOU DO, I CAN SEE THROUGH YOUR PETTY LIES.
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Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 5:23 PM UTC
this isn't a thing
Caution taken (lathering exposed epidermis with sun screen) against harmful innocuous rich (Times New Roman) 12 font ask tick sun yet sen sate) refulgent radiant balm unequivocal panacea medicinal luxuriant calm on par with a old sister wives tale remedy me late mom, would magically construe to alleviate home sickness qualm post pledge initiation invocation befriending Jason the Argonauts and Major Tom dizzyingly zipping thru space in search of the golden fleece, (which acquisition ranked as a no brainer) which recollection, sans above exploit flashed (at greased lightening speed) this peace full May afternoon, a pitch perfect spring day, one adequately oxygenated air supply crowded house legendary fete of the rising son momentarily sol limb lee flared concluding with reverberating (though decades elapsed since fortuitous galactic heralded world wide web panegyric broadcast cosmos wide), then with just as quick memorialized recollection prominently recalled, said remembrance as things past vis a vis denouement across Universe with **** lifelong (black hole sun hopping) capping achievement did surcease. Ah...such blinding realistic provocation sparked via pure imagination upon one earthly terrestrial beast Sunkist soaking raiment sequestered within corner nook decreased with onset of dusk, a mind bending dreamy experience least expected while nonchalantly fantasies take flight basking (with robins) in an angulated nook sky height upon premises of Highland Manor Apartment out of sight from the buzzer (I may as well be a million miles away), thus poetic justice end trite.
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May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC
Apollo Devotee Bathed Earthling Coppertone Fresco
Caution taken (lathering exposed epidermis with sun screen) against harmful innocuous rich (Times New Roman) 12 font ask tick sun yet sen sate) refulgent radiant balm unequivocal panacea medicinal luxuriant calm on par with a old sister wives tale remedy me late mom, would magically construe to alleviate home sickness qualm post pledge initiation invocation befriending Jason the Argonauts and Major Tom dizzyingly zipping thru space in search of the golden fleece, (which acquisition ranked as a no brainer) which recollection, sans above exploit flashed (at greased lightening speed) this peace full May afternoon, a pitch perfect spring day, one adequately oxygenated air supply crowded house legendary fete of the rising son momentarily sol limb lee flared concluding with reverberating (though decades elapsed since fortuitous galactic heralded world wide web panegyric broadcast cosmos wide), then with just as quick memorialized recollection prominently recalled, said remembrance as things past vis a vis denouement across Universe with **** lifelong (black hole sun hopping) capping achievement did surcease. Ah...such blinding realistic provocation sparked via pure imagination upon one earthly terrestrial beast Sunkist soaking raiment sequestered within corner nook decreased with onset of dusk, a mind bending dreamy experience least expected while nonchalantly fantasies take flight basking (with robins) in an angulated nook sky height upon premises of Highland Manor Apartment out of sight from the buzzer (I may as well be a million miles away), thus poetic justice end trite.
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