"distributions" poems - Hello Poetry

The glass of wine spins on sins Encircling the royal roulette All rotating on a hamster wheel Pinned on canvas and illusional walls So tiny in errors and unbalanced books Unaccounted annotated distributions Twisting hands on colluded coils Deeper projections from the heart An eruption of the social notions Extracted on the paradise of life For no truth echoes authenticity Eccentrically finding a lived reality Plato symposiums and simulacrums Pavlov trails of social conditioning Sampled in tented objectifications Functioning within the invisible rules We sniffle as we expose the false actuality Reactive explosions from robust heat Unloaded rods dancing under the moon In our tenderness rejecting the paradigm

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Mar 4, 2016

Mar 4, 2016 at 1:03 PM UTC

SassyJ

Paradigm Distortion

The glass of wine spins on sins Encircling the royal roulette All rotating on a hamster wheel Pinned on canvas and illusional walls So tiny in errors and unbalanced books Unaccounted annotated distributions Twisting hands on colluded coils Deeper projections from the heart An eruption of the social notions Extracted on the paradise of life For no truth echoes authenticity Eccentrically finding a lived reality Plato symposiums and simulacrums Pavlov trails of social conditioning Sampled in tented objectifications Functioning within the invisible rules We sniffle as we expose the false actuality Reactive explosions from robust heat Unloaded rods dancing under the moon In our tenderness rejecting the paradigm

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In the hour of chaos we belong; chaotic good people right? Misbehaved Spectrum disorder transitioning during breath and sigh, as we fight too evil. Burning, over turning squad cars in fat-tail distributions, retribution on lawful evil, ordered and repressed love at tender protest mass.

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Mar 29, 2013

Mar 29, 2013 at 11:07 PM UTC

jojo-nguyen

Steel Black

In the hour of chaos we belong; chaotic good people right? Misbehaved Spectrum disorder transitioning during breath and sigh, as we fight too evil. Burning, over turning squad cars in fat-tail distributions, retribution on lawful evil, ordered and repressed love at tender protest mass.

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Trading dishes in sinks for less than it feels, The fingers become too shriveled to bleed if cut. Partitioning the mind into three distributions: Voluntary hand- and motor-functions, Involuntary goal-oriented guidance system, And forty percent for the rest. I take up smoking once more To talk for fifteen minutes With a sickly dweeb and serious nomad, Saying nothing of our kicks, But planning the weekend outloud For the sake of hearing the ambiance Before the background Becomes the out front.

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Sep 25, 2014

Sep 25, 2014 at 1:54 PM UTC

cnd

Zzzyzzyzzx

Trading dishes in sinks for less than it feels, The fingers become too shriveled to bleed if cut. Partitioning the mind into three distributions: Voluntary hand- and motor-functions, Involuntary goal-oriented guidance system, And forty percent for the rest. I take up smoking once more To talk for fifteen minutes With a sickly dweeb and serious nomad, Saying nothing of our kicks, But planning the weekend outloud For the sake of hearing the ambiance Before the background Becomes the out front.

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I can be obsessive. For instance, last night I needed a command hook. My mind couldn’t focus on “Principles of Biostatistics,” as fascinating as that book is, because I needed this $3 command hook to hang my keys by the door. There’s a table by the door, I could easily put my keys there, but no. That’s where books go (am I too picky?). What’s funny is, I’d just been reading about ‘bias mitigation,' ya know, science is everywhere. Still, I searched the boxes that I hadn’t unpacked I looked around them too, did one fall in a crack? Did I have one to begin with? I couldn’t keep track. I texted Charles (across the hall), “do you have a command hook?” “A what?” he replied. So I texted his wife, who went to look. When she didn’t have one, I went back to my book. The chapter was about ‘probability distributions as tools for managing uncertainty.’ How topical, here I was, uncertain about when I’d get that command hook. Never mind an indifferent God, science is obviously listening. It was nearly midnight. I wondered, how late Door-Dash delivered? Would they bring my hook or were there other services I should consider? What about Amazon, Target or WalMart—could one of those be a winner? In the end I had to do without—I gave up at 1am. The miracle of capitalism had failed me—damn. I could study with the hook off my mind. So, I set an Alexa reminder, an alarm on my watch and alerts on my iPhone and MacBook finder, then I wrote a pink post-it note, and put that on my epidemiology binder. I have a standing, pre-dawn jog with Charles, and an idea forming. If we passed an open convenience store, I could buy one in the morning! . . Songs for this: I Want You by Bob Dylan I need you by Jon Batiste

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Jun 13, 2025

Jun 13, 2025 at 1:39 PM UTC

anaisvionet

obsessions

I can be obsessive. For instance, last night I needed a command hook. My mind couldn’t focus on “Principles of Biostatistics,” as fascinating as that book is, because I needed this $3 command hook to hang my keys by the door. There’s a table by the door, I could easily put my keys there, but no. That’s where books go (am I too picky?). What’s funny is, I’d just been reading about ‘bias mitigation,' ya know, science is everywhere. Still, I searched the boxes that I hadn’t unpacked I looked around them too, did one fall in a crack? Did I have one to begin with? I couldn’t keep track. I texted Charles (across the hall), “do you have a command hook?” “A what?” he replied. So I texted his wife, who went to look. When she didn’t have one, I went back to my book. The chapter was about ‘probability distributions as tools for managing uncertainty.’ How topical, here I was, uncertain about when I’d get that command hook. Never mind an indifferent God, science is obviously listening. It was nearly midnight. I wondered, how late Door-Dash delivered? Would they bring my hook or were there other services I should consider? What about Amazon, Target or WalMart—could one of those be a winner? In the end I had to do without—I gave up at 1am. The miracle of capitalism had failed me—damn. I could study with the hook off my mind. So, I set an Alexa reminder, an alarm on my watch and alerts on my iPhone and MacBook finder, then I wrote a pink post-it note, and put that on my epidemiology binder. I have a standing, pre-dawn jog with Charles, and an idea forming. If we passed an open convenience store, I could buy one in the morning! . . Songs for this: I Want You by Bob Dylan I need you by Jon Batiste

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