"ciphering" poems - Hello Poetry

Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. And they finally found the solution.

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Feb 26, 2018

Feb 26, 2018 at 1:25 PM UTC

Cloraphoba

Star Eater

Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. And they finally found the solution.

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Verdant eyes, translucent pearls speak in silent witness, wounds unfurl meaning revealed, interrupted girl. Safe in solidarity prolific eccentricity, the scandal of particularity. Pouting mouth grief - filled lips alluring, set sail a thousand ships; tempt me to leave harbor. Arousing euphoria as such, resistance, amity and distance amour sans touch her sense of humor transcends, appeasing the mind’s thirst a vogue sultana, seasoned swagger hair resplendent flame, alternating cool, black asymmetrical coiffure; nonconforming demure the renegade metaphor - singular for sure, no cure. Muted vanity, bathos piercing the jaded circumference of banality; pale protagonist servitude the sapient palaver of the urbane, covered patina of pretense, induced coercion, the commodity self appearing abased wearing lesions of lassitude. Artistic chattel - eminent domain preempting genius, subsidiary of consuming narcissism external locus of control; surrender to the tentative, fettered pendant, Venus in chains arrested visionary bane sterile savant, edifice of pain. The soubrette, dubious incarnation gravid ingénue of prevarication imperceptible venue - theatre of the absurd; withdrawn siren, solitude of necessity - skin - slender veil of shame, nearness loitering redemption; moments envisage the appointment with the soul; ambiguity eschews clarity awareness; ineluctable anxiety, imago - centric confession sacred pardon, seraphic venation intravenous textures presume, the tactile margins of liberty. Therapeutic retrieval, Sanguine, beneath the portico of individuation; Your smile I hear, recovered autonomy blessed emancipation, The scandal of particularity; peculiar treasure ironically captured film, canvas, prose profundity. Ciphering as an ambling book, I peruse you, rendered captive hypnotic avant-garde fiction, spectator of denuded opacity analogous reflection, I Mirror you. A modest proposal - pontificate the imperative, forgo the disposal, adapt your narrative, the scandal of particularity - resonate the echo, cogitate our propinquity Love, imagination and destiny. ©2008 & 2011 W.S Warner

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Sep 9, 2011

Sep 9, 2011 at 1:20 AM UTC

WSWarner

The Scandal of Particularity

Verdant eyes, translucent pearls speak in silent witness, wounds unfurl meaning revealed, interrupted girl. Safe in solidarity prolific eccentricity, the scandal of particularity. Pouting mouth grief - filled lips alluring, set sail a thousand ships; tempt me to leave harbor. Arousing euphoria as such, resistance, amity and distance amour sans touch her sense of humor transcends, appeasing the mind’s thirst a vogue sultana, seasoned swagger hair resplendent flame, alternating cool, black asymmetrical coiffure; nonconforming demure the renegade metaphor - singular for sure, no cure. Muted vanity, bathos piercing the jaded circumference of banality; pale protagonist servitude the sapient palaver of the urbane, covered patina of pretense, induced coercion, the commodity self appearing abased wearing lesions of lassitude. Artistic chattel - eminent domain preempting genius, subsidiary of consuming narcissism external locus of control; surrender to the tentative, fettered pendant, Venus in chains arrested visionary bane sterile savant, edifice of pain. The soubrette, dubious incarnation gravid ingénue of prevarication imperceptible venue - theatre of the absurd; withdrawn siren, solitude of necessity - skin - slender veil of shame, nearness loitering redemption; moments envisage the appointment with the soul; ambiguity eschews clarity awareness; ineluctable anxiety, imago - centric confession sacred pardon, seraphic venation intravenous textures presume, the tactile margins of liberty. Therapeutic retrieval, Sanguine, beneath the portico of individuation; Your smile I hear, recovered autonomy blessed emancipation, The scandal of particularity; peculiar treasure ironically captured film, canvas, prose profundity. Ciphering as an ambling book, I peruse you, rendered captive hypnotic avant-garde fiction, spectator of denuded opacity analogous reflection, I Mirror you. A modest proposal - pontificate the imperative, forgo the disposal, adapt your narrative, the scandal of particularity - resonate the echo, cogitate our propinquity Love, imagination and destiny. ©2008 & 2011 W.S Warner

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I watch you smoke Neptune for the last time outside your front door Listening to you talk about music or the weather Your hand twitches and the cobalt glass shatters in three pieces at your feet, but you don't even look down and continue your monologue The dry air between us heaves a smokers cough and sighs In the den, under low ceilings and blurry repercussion Ciphering through lots of nothing on tv You settle on some garbage show But end up kissing me instead I had to leave at one thirty five Someone always has to leave eventually

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Sep 15, 2012

Sep 15, 2012 at 6:58 PM UTC

kate-louise

Thomas

I watch you smoke Neptune for the last time outside your front door Listening to you talk about music or the weather Your hand twitches and the cobalt glass shatters in three pieces at your feet, but you don't even look down and continue your monologue The dry air between us heaves a smokers cough and sighs In the den, under low ceilings and blurry repercussion Ciphering through lots of nothing on tv You settle on some garbage show But end up kissing me instead I had to leave at one thirty five Someone always has to leave eventually

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Drinking before noon-- not my habit In the quiet of my favorite room of softest brown and purple ciphering gray One wall off-white reflecting light or a good mood or something-- I once needed from my soul's depth-- Trying to forget Startled by a train's screech and howling wail-- its bell about an intersection “Look the hell out, why don't ya!!” --get outta your own... my own way and let the failures just stream by Days-- There's this calendar by some bankers called: UNIVEST adorns the wall between my daughter's sketches that I seldom see on well-worn afternoons among accustomed things Yes-- "One here!" to un-invest in this day I have no interest in sunlight or the ceaseless songs of birds I forgot to turn the pages on the months Forever sunk in April having given up on June with its birthdays of the dead missed events, appointments, bills come-due Just a picture there-- the bottom of a tulip stung in warmest pink within the sepal hand of green that holds it steady-- ****** A year-- dangling from a nail if that's allowed --my ***** mind, I mean

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Oct 11, 2017

Oct 11, 2017 at 1:32 PM UTC

elizabeth-balise

Calendar

Drinking before noon-- not my habit In the quiet of my favorite room of softest brown and purple ciphering gray One wall off-white reflecting light or a good mood or something-- I once needed from my soul's depth-- Trying to forget Startled by a train's screech and howling wail-- its bell about an intersection “Look the hell out, why don't ya!!” --get outta your own... my own way and let the failures just stream by Days-- There's this calendar by some bankers called: UNIVEST adorns the wall between my daughter's sketches that I seldom see on well-worn afternoons among accustomed things Yes-- "One here!" to un-invest in this day I have no interest in sunlight or the ceaseless songs of birds I forgot to turn the pages on the months Forever sunk in April having given up on June with its birthdays of the dead missed events, appointments, bills come-due Just a picture there-- the bottom of a tulip stung in warmest pink within the sepal hand of green that holds it steady-- ****** A year-- dangling from a nail if that's allowed --my ***** mind, I mean

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Surprise shadowing the Sun's unknowing pain; Capturing wonderment indicates reassurance The unknowable Star kissing the Earth birthing her descendants, singing longingly; magnifying her Beauty Alas, Obliterating affliction Prohibiting pain with maniacal ciphering of experimental earnestness

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Jul 13, 2012

Jul 13, 2012 at 11:01 PM UTC

joan-karcher

Stitching wishes mysteriously

Surprise shadowing the Sun's unknowing pain; Capturing wonderment indicates reassurance The unknowable Star kissing the Earth birthing her descendants, singing longingly; magnifying her Beauty Alas, Obliterating affliction Prohibiting pain with maniacal ciphering of experimental earnestness

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there's code breakers and there are code breakers some can read the code well whilst others can't work out the code's ring of bells to decipher the dots and dashes an expert in the field has not an ounce of trouble the sequence reads to him/her as clearly as a line on a graph yet to the untrained code breaker the sequence can be perplexing and so confounding a code takes time to grasp and hours of study the code of love is the most difficult one to read the telegraph of dots and dashes have a definite sequence to how they read love's code has baffled since the dawning of time ciphering it doth vex the mind

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Jul 18, 2014

Jul 18, 2014 at 11:35 PM UTC

ElizabethSquires

Code Breaking

there's code breakers and there are code breakers some can read the code well whilst others can't work out the code's ring of bells to decipher the dots and dashes an expert in the field has not an ounce of trouble the sequence reads to him/her as clearly as a line on a graph yet to the untrained code breaker the sequence can be perplexing and so confounding a code takes time to grasp and hours of study the code of love is the most difficult one to read the telegraph of dots and dashes have a definite sequence to how they read love's code has baffled since the dawning of time ciphering it doth vex the mind

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Sitting, fishing for compliments, the pole becomes too heavy. Simply, blame our biggest fish, somehow denying advice entirely. Flirting to concede by the stream, vaguely dreaming of obscurity. Spiraling downward, sinking at sea. Murky depths swallow wholly. Descending into imagination, strange thoughts ignite reality. Strangers in darkness, awakening the gloom. Tripping over ideas, centuries old. Images of heroes manifest. Ciphering; the will to power, the endurance to grow. Their thoughts come in waves. Nietzsche, Reznor, Sartre and Kyo. Each a different color, one very bold. Monochromatic, they highlight. Lips move, but nothing is told. Feeling cursed, desperately resuming previous functions. Trapped in a skinner box, pressing the same button. Dreaming of thoughts wishful to hold. Embracing the pain, becomes something gold.

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Jul 18, 2016

Jul 18, 2016 at 3:12 PM UTC

Ophelica

Waves

Sitting, fishing for compliments, the pole becomes too heavy. Simply, blame our biggest fish, somehow denying advice entirely. Flirting to concede by the stream, vaguely dreaming of obscurity. Spiraling downward, sinking at sea. Murky depths swallow wholly. Descending into imagination, strange thoughts ignite reality. Strangers in darkness, awakening the gloom. Tripping over ideas, centuries old. Images of heroes manifest. Ciphering; the will to power, the endurance to grow. Their thoughts come in waves. Nietzsche, Reznor, Sartre and Kyo. Each a different color, one very bold. Monochromatic, they highlight. Lips move, but nothing is told. Feeling cursed, desperately resuming previous functions. Trapped in a skinner box, pressing the same button. Dreaming of thoughts wishful to hold. Embracing the pain, becomes something gold.

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There's someone in my bed, the image is blurry, so i can't quite tell i'm leaning over hoping to get a smell, Ooh! the Moet and lavender is strong The drums inside my head, so loud, Where was i last night? Did i do wrong? the draft creeping between my legs through my sheets reached out my hands felt i had nothing on beneath. Oh my! my manhood feels sore and my back burns like i fell in cactus's the uncertainty of my situation was becoming more clear but never before my bed was something i share. feeling uneasy and strange lying in bed with someone but can't remember their name or who it is. ciphering through my memories. Ah! then it clicked, I remembered why they were still here I sought my billfold, paid my dues Then. The someone disappeared.

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Feb 22, 2015

Feb 22, 2015 at 1:33 AM UTC

kerdell-roberts

Lady Of The Night

There's someone in my bed, the image is blurry, so i can't quite tell i'm leaning over hoping to get a smell, Ooh! the Moet and lavender is strong The drums inside my head, so loud, Where was i last night? Did i do wrong? the draft creeping between my legs through my sheets reached out my hands felt i had nothing on beneath. Oh my! my manhood feels sore and my back burns like i fell in cactus's the uncertainty of my situation was becoming more clear but never before my bed was something i share. feeling uneasy and strange lying in bed with someone but can't remember their name or who it is. ciphering through my memories. Ah! then it clicked, I remembered why they were still here I sought my billfold, paid my dues Then. The someone disappeared.

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there are few of us at the beach some look at the sky and seem happy others keep evanescent things under their arm such as the turtle they caught at dawn but as it gets dark we become so sad not even light can get to us not even the photographer who keeps ciphering out in a notebook and moving us around to make room for Death in the picture

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Oct 23, 2020

Oct 23, 2020 at 2:56 PM UTC

valBUS

At The Beach

there are few of us at the beach some look at the sky and seem happy others keep evanescent things under their arm such as the turtle they caught at dawn but as it gets dark we become so sad not even light can get to us not even the photographer who keeps ciphering out in a notebook and moving us around to make room for Death in the picture

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on holiday, privately asking if autism is a trend a sister can be seen beside herself as one whose turn it wasn’t to feed the water

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Jul 3, 2014

Jul 3, 2014 at 1:17 PM UTC

barton-d-smock

ciphering

on holiday, privately asking if autism is a trend a sister can be seen beside herself as one whose turn it wasn’t to feed the water

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its just so painful, so hard for me to comprehend, that my very soul would ever fit into the ciphering world, to speak its lingua franca . even the abc's seem like like the burning sensations of a finger roasting on burning coals. the Ice never seems to melt under blazing heat on which it lies oh how my soul longs to dematerialize yet i do wish i do not. Failure is the only bell that tolls my eardrums oh why did my green soul pluck up the guts the guts to enter the Kingdom of Geniuses? i desire an army seal to set me free to be free as a citizen inside this kingdom The Kingdom of Geniuses

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Sep 30, 2020

Sep 30, 2020 at 7:32 PM UTC

jehu

KINGDOM OF GENIUSES

its just so painful, so hard for me to comprehend, that my very soul would ever fit into the ciphering world, to speak its lingua franca . even the abc's seem like like the burning sensations of a finger roasting on burning coals. the Ice never seems to melt under blazing heat on which it lies oh how my soul longs to dematerialize yet i do wish i do not. Failure is the only bell that tolls my eardrums oh why did my green soul pluck up the guts the guts to enter the Kingdom of Geniuses? i desire an army seal to set me free to be free as a citizen inside this kingdom The Kingdom of Geniuses

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