"clicky" poems - Hello Poetry

i remember it like it was yesterday, which i have to say is strange, because i have trouble remembering everything else. i remember you were sitting in front of me and i was terrified, palms sweating, eyes watering. i was truly scared if you, or rather of myself. a little part of me hated you too. you looked so, self-righteous sitting in your rolling chair, with you perfect posture and your clicky pen. when you started to ask me question i ignored you. id been shacked up in my head for so long i forgot how to talk to people. anyways, my head was comfortable, familiar. i had a bed full of memories and a closet full of monsters. i had drawers full of hopes (i never opened them of course), but they were there, it was nice to know they were there. my favourite possession in my mind however, was a little glass jar on my nightstand. it looks empty at first glance, but the harder you look the more you see. there are colours, like rays of light, they swirl around and hit each other, a vibrant crimson color. theres a green in there to, if you saw it you'd swear mother nature put it there herself. theres also a blue, its the largest of all the swirls. it looks royal and dark, beautiful. theres also a yellow. but its different, not in its beauty or vibrance, but in its location . it isn't in the jar. the yellow swirls around the edge of the glass. occasionally bumping into it almost as if it wants in, but theres no way for it. i remember holding back, never telling you that because i thought you'd think i was crazy. so i didn't say a thing. but man do i remember that jar. that room. i remember the colours, their saturation, how they moved. i remember the monsters beating on the closet door looking for a way out. i remember the bed of sweet memories. but im sorry, i don't remember more important thing, like how to feel. i truly am.

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Jan 29, 2018

Jan 29, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC

mauveluv

derealization

i remember it like it was yesterday, which i have to say is strange, because i have trouble remembering everything else. i remember you were sitting in front of me and i was terrified, palms sweating, eyes watering. i was truly scared if you, or rather of myself. a little part of me hated you too. you looked so, self-righteous sitting in your rolling chair, with you perfect posture and your clicky pen. when you started to ask me question i ignored you. id been shacked up in my head for so long i forgot how to talk to people. anyways, my head was comfortable, familiar. i had a bed full of memories and a closet full of monsters. i had drawers full of hopes (i never opened them of course), but they were there, it was nice to know they were there. my favourite possession in my mind however, was a little glass jar on my nightstand. it looks empty at first glance, but the harder you look the more you see. there are colours, like rays of light, they swirl around and hit each other, a vibrant crimson color. theres a green in there to, if you saw it you'd swear mother nature put it there herself. theres also a blue, its the largest of all the swirls. it looks royal and dark, beautiful. theres also a yellow. but its different, not in its beauty or vibrance, but in its location . it isn't in the jar. the yellow swirls around the edge of the glass. occasionally bumping into it almost as if it wants in, but theres no way for it. i remember holding back, never telling you that because i thought you'd think i was crazy. so i didn't say a thing. but man do i remember that jar. that room. i remember the colours, their saturation, how they moved. i remember the monsters beating on the closet door looking for a way out. i remember the bed of sweet memories. but im sorry, i don't remember more important thing, like how to feel. i truly am.

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Former trier turned friar Storming rage behind fryers World of potential in the inner mental Work ethic impeccable Work conditions unethical Nine hours no lunch or break Better pump the brakes and pull stake Time to get a slice of thine own pie Reach nirvana prime and let the soul fly Soar above money traps and get the bag Lest your future gets clicky clacked And your happiness capped Spinning poverty’s vicious cycle Grinning sharks made me their disciple Life is trifling when your blood leaves Heat stifling as the done deed Has you on your knees begging Lord have mercy please Escape away from hate And let love into your heart Then and only then will you start To understand the holy ghost That is you And the apostles that are your friends Ride or die to the end This ain’t no game of let’s pretend It’s real life Your one shot to drip and ball So don’t let it slip by Or you’ll fall before you walk, y'all.

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May 14, 2019

May 14, 2019 at 4:17 PM UTC

Malachite

Hustling

Former trier turned friar Storming rage behind fryers World of potential in the inner mental Work ethic impeccable Work conditions unethical Nine hours no lunch or break Better pump the brakes and pull stake Time to get a slice of thine own pie Reach nirvana prime and let the soul fly Soar above money traps and get the bag Lest your future gets clicky clacked And your happiness capped Spinning poverty’s vicious cycle Grinning sharks made me their disciple Life is trifling when your blood leaves Heat stifling as the done deed Has you on your knees begging Lord have mercy please Escape away from hate And let love into your heart Then and only then will you start To understand the holy ghost That is you And the apostles that are your friends Ride or die to the end This ain’t no game of let’s pretend It’s real life Your one shot to drip and ball So don’t let it slip by Or you’ll fall before you walk, y'all.

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You folks wonder why no one wants to walk through your wooden doors. You act like we’re all supposed to swear the same clothes, sing the same songs. What if our doctrine didn’t line up? Would you judge me for not agreeing? Recently I’ve become increasingly sensitive and hyper aware of my surroundings. Your church reminded me of middle school, And I couldn’t stand middle school. Everyone was clicky and exclusive. Since when is church about who’s wearing the best outfit? When did we Christians become so shallow? It’s amazing how people can judge you when you’re not like them, Carving out an image of perfection that never existed in the first place, Because when it gets down to it we’re all broken. You are not entitled to people coming to your church when the feelings are not welcoming. Except one, she gave me a free ticket to the Beautiful Eulogy show. Sadly to say, she was the only light at your church while everyone was dead, or just full of themselves. *There are good reasons why churches across America are dying off. Christians can behave worse than non-Christians, at times even more cruel and uncharitable.*

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Nov 3, 2017

Nov 3, 2017 at 11:31 AM UTC

deepthought

Dear Cross and Crown Church,

You folks wonder why no one wants to walk through your wooden doors. You act like we’re all supposed to swear the same clothes, sing the same songs. What if our doctrine didn’t line up? Would you judge me for not agreeing? Recently I’ve become increasingly sensitive and hyper aware of my surroundings. Your church reminded me of middle school, And I couldn’t stand middle school. Everyone was clicky and exclusive. Since when is church about who’s wearing the best outfit? When did we Christians become so shallow? It’s amazing how people can judge you when you’re not like them, Carving out an image of perfection that never existed in the first place, Because when it gets down to it we’re all broken. You are not entitled to people coming to your church when the feelings are not welcoming. Except one, she gave me a free ticket to the Beautiful Eulogy show. Sadly to say, she was the only light at your church while everyone was dead, or just full of themselves. *There are good reasons why churches across America are dying off. Christians can behave worse than non-Christians, at times even more cruel and uncharitable.*

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Rough? Tough. No ghucking way, easy does it, yet today, letters forming sounds ssssseems less clicky, fewer hard g and crisp t endings subltle inertial force, psuedo sublimnity sorted in fact, categorized relatively as among those named things that seem so simple, once the inner being lets go. In fluid dynamical solid state real time, lazing in the sun, rolling on in ever after now.

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May 3, 2023

May 3, 2023 at 2:33 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Between peaks, psuedo settling {13 lines}

Rough? Tough. No ghucking way, easy does it, yet today, letters forming sounds ssssseems less clicky, fewer hard g and crisp t endings subltle inertial force, psuedo sublimnity sorted in fact, categorized relatively as among those named things that seem so simple, once the inner being lets go. In fluid dynamical solid state real time, lazing in the sun, rolling on in ever after now.

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I’ve got five minutes Then I must leave my verdant patch On the skirt of a wind-rustled lake hidden behind Logan's Roadhouse Five minutes to mentally finger with the fetal position In which I awoke this morning, there as the sun drew long shadows, I, a diminutive daub of nautilus, On a California King, rippled plane of sand, Sporadic shivers, beneath a chenille blanket I, the town crier of dawn as My own dreams ran screaming through the silence Pointing a finger at my sanctuary… “Here is your pearl thief!” Men in hats, briefcases, heel-toe black clicky and shiny shoes on leashes lugged, Yanked by noisy hounds passing by stop, sniff, snarl-toothed ******** then one caught my scent, “Five minutes more sleep,” I implored "Find another dreaming fleshy mess of bones!" And leave me to my pearl. But it’s a universe that simply will not wait And suffer fools for sleepers, not a moment more Yet for my many sleepless minutes after, Dusk till dawn, and still beyond, it’s always, five minutes more

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Oct 6, 2014

Oct 6, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC

phosphorimental

Five More Minutes

I’ve got five minutes Then I must leave my verdant patch On the skirt of a wind-rustled lake hidden behind Logan's Roadhouse Five minutes to mentally finger with the fetal position In which I awoke this morning, there as the sun drew long shadows, I, a diminutive daub of nautilus, On a California King, rippled plane of sand, Sporadic shivers, beneath a chenille blanket I, the town crier of dawn as My own dreams ran screaming through the silence Pointing a finger at my sanctuary… “Here is your pearl thief!” Men in hats, briefcases, heel-toe black clicky and shiny shoes on leashes lugged, Yanked by noisy hounds passing by stop, sniff, snarl-toothed ******** then one caught my scent, “Five minutes more sleep,” I implored "Find another dreaming fleshy mess of bones!" And leave me to my pearl. But it’s a universe that simply will not wait And suffer fools for sleepers, not a moment more Yet for my many sleepless minutes after, Dusk till dawn, and still beyond, it’s always, five minutes more

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Sheet music for the uninitiated..... Tis like a foreign language inked out Aligning the page from left to right Spelling a noted curiosity. For those in the know ‘Get’ the inside story, know the melody it plays Yet it shuts out and discriminates the uninitiated It closes in and becomes a circle, a clicky cliché A secret sect for them and not the rest The page can be left open for the uninitiated And its secret remains safely intact Even as eyes are cast over its score There’s a silence, a secret coded verse Playing and taunting you, unashamed To reveal its melodic soul, fully knowing your Not invited even if you want to be Until tis ready to.........

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Aug 3, 2012

Aug 3, 2012 at 9:23 AM UTC

laura-susan-smith

Uninitiated

Sheet music for the uninitiated..... Tis like a foreign language inked out Aligning the page from left to right Spelling a noted curiosity. For those in the know ‘Get’ the inside story, know the melody it plays Yet it shuts out and discriminates the uninitiated It closes in and becomes a circle, a clicky cliché A secret sect for them and not the rest The page can be left open for the uninitiated And its secret remains safely intact Even as eyes are cast over its score There’s a silence, a secret coded verse Playing and taunting you, unashamed To reveal its melodic soul, fully knowing your Not invited even if you want to be Until tis ready to.........

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I'm not a click chick, I walk with a stick, Sometimes I smell of baby sick, So I can't be a click chick, I walk with a limp, Feel like a gimp, Sometimes I look like a shrimp, So I cant be a click chick, I have a bed head, Look half dead,sometimes I look underfed, So I can't be a click chick, Coz they're the perfect ones, In their designer gowns, At the school gates, Nibbling after eight's, At three fifteen, They're the clicky mums, Toned up bums, Makes ups done, For the school run, Perfect hair, It's just not fare, I don't have the time to spare, I'm not a click chick, They think I'm thick, They don't smell of baby sick, They think they're cool, At the school, But I'm no fool, I'm a good mum, Wobbly *** make up, Not done, But I'm a happy one, My kids have fun, Run in the sun, End up ***** when the day is done, We are all mums, Not to be outdone, At the school run, So quit your stare, At my messy hair, My wrinkled jeans, It's ok they're clean, You think your better, I beg to differ, you just look fitter, So I don't wanna be a click chick, I think I'll stick with the baby sick, I'm a happy gimp with a limp, I don't mind looking like a shrimp, At the school gate, Coz I'm never late, So you can take your clicky group, And stick it up your hula hoop.

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Jul 3, 2015

Jul 3, 2015 at 3:52 AM UTC

christina-ford

Click Chick

I'm not a click chick, I walk with a stick, Sometimes I smell of baby sick, So I can't be a click chick, I walk with a limp, Feel like a gimp, Sometimes I look like a shrimp, So I cant be a click chick, I have a bed head, Look half dead,sometimes I look underfed, So I can't be a click chick, Coz they're the perfect ones, In their designer gowns, At the school gates, Nibbling after eight's, At three fifteen, They're the clicky mums, Toned up bums, Makes ups done, For the school run, Perfect hair, It's just not fare, I don't have the time to spare, I'm not a click chick, They think I'm thick, They don't smell of baby sick, They think they're cool, At the school, But I'm no fool, I'm a good mum, Wobbly *** make up, Not done, But I'm a happy one, My kids have fun, Run in the sun, End up ***** when the day is done, We are all mums, Not to be outdone, At the school run, So quit your stare, At my messy hair, My wrinkled jeans, It's ok they're clean, You think your better, I beg to differ, you just look fitter, So I don't wanna be a click chick, I think I'll stick with the baby sick, I'm a happy gimp with a limp, I don't mind looking like a shrimp, At the school gate, Coz I'm never late, So you can take your clicky group, And stick it up your hula hoop.

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Clicky teethed and Eighty-Nine, She hears the distant high - pitched whine Of ratty kids in four-strong choirs Who sing of Kings as she expires. Wasn't wealthy, wasn't witty Not too smart and not too pretty But loved a man she wed at twenty And he loved her, and that was plenty

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Dec 8, 2014

Dec 8, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC

chrisso

Christmas Eve

Clicky teethed and Eighty-Nine, She hears the distant high - pitched whine Of ratty kids in four-strong choirs Who sing of Kings as she expires. Wasn't wealthy, wasn't witty Not too smart and not too pretty But loved a man she wed at twenty And he loved her, and that was plenty

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Kiss me with deflating lips Beach body beached on my mind Fated errors in our minds rejoice At distance confirmed and hammered in To lift a veil and see the wolf Corrugated eyes blend with the sea Of unthought masses watching TV Of the dark road, the foreign path It's hopeless when your sleep Loses its pull, its fire to be What happens when legends draw their maps And don't mark the road you knew they'd make? I know I'm too young to feel this desperate Never found the days that would keep the nights warm Never saw the glint to the Tigers bite Never saw the moon above the wave Too old is an expression lost on eyes Glassy for timebomb putty Artists weary become manufacturers When ignored, when declined Beach body, that's what I had, a belief in clicky thoughts Understanding caved in to knowing And knowing fell to fact, I've built my way, carved in gritty stone That as sand my footstep knows I'll crawl forward, step by slip And follow the path up till the ahead.

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Mar 21, 2020

Mar 21, 2020 at 1:45 PM UTC

Porto-graffiti

Deflating

Kiss me with deflating lips Beach body beached on my mind Fated errors in our minds rejoice At distance confirmed and hammered in To lift a veil and see the wolf Corrugated eyes blend with the sea Of unthought masses watching TV Of the dark road, the foreign path It's hopeless when your sleep Loses its pull, its fire to be What happens when legends draw their maps And don't mark the road you knew they'd make? I know I'm too young to feel this desperate Never found the days that would keep the nights warm Never saw the glint to the Tigers bite Never saw the moon above the wave Too old is an expression lost on eyes Glassy for timebomb putty Artists weary become manufacturers When ignored, when declined Beach body, that's what I had, a belief in clicky thoughts Understanding caved in to knowing And knowing fell to fact, I've built my way, carved in gritty stone That as sand my footstep knows I'll crawl forward, step by slip And follow the path up till the ahead.

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Jittery and get it done Heart says I'm on the run Only building someone's dream Saying goodbye to mine slowly Big belly and I'm ****** cozy Lay here and regret, go out for a smoke I want a bigger truck and better luck Going to buy some lotto tickets and beer Friends all agree lets be average Lets sit back like we don't have an itch Nothing, no really, everything's been alright Just going to work, getting things done you know Baggy eyes Persistent cough Clicky joints Pain in the gut pretty often Let me get you some Tim's Mcdonalds? No? How about a brand new car and a zero dollar down phone! Bigger house Bigger TV Shrinking heart Withering creativity Weak. Pathetic.

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Sep 18, 2019

Sep 18, 2019 at 7:02 PM UTC

meltingasleep

Rush

Jittery and get it done Heart says I'm on the run Only building someone's dream Saying goodbye to mine slowly Big belly and I'm ****** cozy Lay here and regret, go out for a smoke I want a bigger truck and better luck Going to buy some lotto tickets and beer Friends all agree lets be average Lets sit back like we don't have an itch Nothing, no really, everything's been alright Just going to work, getting things done you know Baggy eyes Persistent cough Clicky joints Pain in the gut pretty often Let me get you some Tim's Mcdonalds? No? How about a brand new car and a zero dollar down phone! Bigger house Bigger TV Shrinking heart Withering creativity Weak. Pathetic.

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Vexations Tell the boss how you really ******* feel His job totally ****** ***** and he does as a boss Blame him for you having no sales! As he’s in charge and talks to the client Who sends over new leads you call Give me some good leads and you’ll get sales Simple as that give me old **** leads What do you expect me to get nothing? Why I feel frustrated and ****** off! Unlike the clicky bosses who click along And most of the other reps with a sale each Give me a sale and I’ll feel a bit better If the right offer comes up see you later

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Aug 20, 2024

Aug 20, 2024 at 10:47 PM UTC

nickarmbrister

Vexations

Vexations Tell the boss how you really ******* feel His job totally ****** ***** and he does as a boss Blame him for you having no sales! As he’s in charge and talks to the client Who sends over new leads you call Give me some good leads and you’ll get sales Simple as that give me old **** leads What do you expect me to get nothing? Why I feel frustrated and ****** off! Unlike the clicky bosses who click along And most of the other reps with a sale each Give me a sale and I’ll feel a bit better If the right offer comes up see you later

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Enjoy it. Make sure you do. You shut your eyes, and then it flew. Watch beautiful youngsters on T.V. Seems miles away. From where you're at now. The bubbly young beauty became an aged cow. Think on. One day before you know it. You'll find you are me. Your perfect face will crinkle. Marking where you smiled. Your carefree attitude will enhance responsibility. All kind of funny honey. Coming of age is delightful. Being over age is frightful. The greying of the hair. It's in need of tender loving care. Have to dye it regularly The only joints of interest, Are not the ones you used to smoke. Your hips get rather clicky. Your knees are much the same. Precious sleep, almost a ***** word. Sleep, well that is just a stroke elusive. If I'd known what ageing was all about. I may have given up the game. ~X~ It has it's benefits you know. You acquire memories and experience. Birth children if you're lucky enough. So no matter how much I moan and groan. It's really not that rough. (C) LIVVI

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Nov 2, 2014

Nov 2, 2014 at 7:11 AM UTC

olivia-kent

LIFE CHANGES

Enjoy it. Make sure you do. You shut your eyes, and then it flew. Watch beautiful youngsters on T.V. Seems miles away. From where you're at now. The bubbly young beauty became an aged cow. Think on. One day before you know it. You'll find you are me. Your perfect face will crinkle. Marking where you smiled. Your carefree attitude will enhance responsibility. All kind of funny honey. Coming of age is delightful. Being over age is frightful. The greying of the hair. It's in need of tender loving care. Have to dye it regularly The only joints of interest, Are not the ones you used to smoke. Your hips get rather clicky. Your knees are much the same. Precious sleep, almost a ***** word. Sleep, well that is just a stroke elusive. If I'd known what ageing was all about. I may have given up the game. ~X~ It has it's benefits you know. You acquire memories and experience. Birth children if you're lucky enough. So no matter how much I moan and groan. It's really not that rough. (C) LIVVI

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Little indispositions Lead to impositions First a clicky hip Causing you to slip Next a wonky knee A disability Headache coming on All your tablets gone Just a small suggestion Of minor indigestion Becoming imminent Grab the peppermint Can’t see to read This is all you need Taking all the facts Most likely cataracts Sick of indispositions Calling your physician Except when you do You’ll be in the queue Indispositions taking toll Sickened, feeling old Can’t stand the heat Can’t stand the cold If this sounds like hell Now you’re feeling well Throwing away the pills Forgetting all your ills You are oh so strong Your pains nearly gone No indispositons No impositions All tucked away ......... Happy happy day!

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Jan 14, 2022

Jan 14, 2022 at 12:16 PM UTC

sheila-haskins

Little Indispositions

Little indispositions Lead to impositions First a clicky hip Causing you to slip Next a wonky knee A disability Headache coming on All your tablets gone Just a small suggestion Of minor indigestion Becoming imminent Grab the peppermint Can’t see to read This is all you need Taking all the facts Most likely cataracts Sick of indispositions Calling your physician Except when you do You’ll be in the queue Indispositions taking toll Sickened, feeling old Can’t stand the heat Can’t stand the cold If this sounds like hell Now you’re feeling well Throwing away the pills Forgetting all your ills You are oh so strong Your pains nearly gone No indispositons No impositions All tucked away ......... Happy happy day!

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