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"feeli" poems
altho                   ugh i push y                                          ou away, yo                                                 u have alw                                                                      ays see                                                                                     med to kno                                                                                                             w that the truth of the m                               atter is, i will alwa                                                                 ys need you more and yet poets are flagra                             nt wastes of space hem                          ming the edge                                                   s of this society confining it with hed           onistic needs and wants and all t                                       he ridiculous feeli                                                                                           ngs assoc                                                                          iated with the fu                                                                                                                         cked system of emot    ional intelligence emascu                lating the blac                                                     k and wh                                                                                       ite i des                         ire of Alas, Alas I seem to have drowned myself into Kool-Aid. "Poets are shameless with their experiences; they exploit them" said Nietzsche once. I wonder how you are today.
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Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 2:45 AM UTC
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altho                   ugh i push y                                          ou away, yo                                                 u have alw                                                                      ays see                                                                                     med to kno                                                                                                             w that the truth of the m                               atter is, i will alwa                                                                 ys need you more and yet poets are flagra                             nt wastes of space hem                          ming the edge                                                   s of this society confining it with hed           onistic needs and wants and all t                                       he ridiculous feeli                                                                                           ngs assoc                                                                          iated with the fu                                                                                                                         cked system of emot    ional intelligence emascu                lating the blac                                                     k and wh                                                                                       ite i des                         ire of Alas, Alas I seem to have drowned myself into Kool-Aid. "Poets are shameless with their experiences; they exploit them" said Nietzsche once. I wonder how you are today.
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Optimal2 "Are you 'Doc'?" His eyes scanned me. He seemed curious, if anything. "I am. How are you feeli-" "Whe's my bat?" It became clear he had no interest in others. It also became excruciatingly clear that I, to him, was a higher being of some sort. A person who was probably in charge. "Your weapon has been confis-" "Ih's not a weapon." The interruption shocked me for a fraction of a second; his eyes focused and angry, staring into me. I was glad his bat was nowhere near him. "I don't expect you to understand; you are after all, just a child. But people are dead. Their families are suffering. People are suffering the consequences of your decision. How does that make you fee-?" "I hate you. I want my bat. Give me my bat." The boy is angry. He is holding back, and I feel it in my bones. I feel I should leave, but I never was one to trust my instincts. I never felt I had any to begin with. "Your weapon has been confisc-" "IHS NOT A WEAPON! GIVE ME MY BAT!! GIVE IT TO ME!! GIVE ME MY BAT!!!" Okay. This is a tantrum. Should I call lieutenant? I should be able to handle this. I was good enough to get this job, right? I studied for this. I understand humans. "GIVE ME MY BAT!! BAT!! GIVE IT TO MEE!!!" He's kicking and barely in his chair anymore. ..Maybe a sedative would be necessary now? No, he's not causing anyone harm though, right? I mean I think so. And it's not like he- "GIVE ME MY BAAAAAAAAAAT!!!!" Okay. Okay. "MNAAAHHHHHHHH!!" **** **** I can't do this. I don't understand anyone. I have no emotions. My opinions are derived from books I was told to study. I'm a miserable robot. I can't do my job. I can't understand a simple child. Why do I even think this way? **** **** **** **** "Take a break, Doctor. We still have a few days 'till he can be set free." The interruption distracted me from my misery. I just stood there as two men took away the screaming child. One of them looked at me with a disappointed twist of his neck, as if to say 'Damn doc, you ****** up.' "
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Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 2:50 PM UTC
Optimal2
Optimal2 "Are you 'Doc'?" His eyes scanned me. He seemed curious, if anything. "I am. How are you feeli-" "Whe's my bat?" It became clear he had no interest in others. It also became excruciatingly clear that I, to him, was a higher being of some sort. A person who was probably in charge. "Your weapon has been confis-" "Ih's not a weapon." The interruption shocked me for a fraction of a second; his eyes focused and angry, staring into me. I was glad his bat was nowhere near him. "I don't expect you to understand; you are after all, just a child. But people are dead. Their families are suffering. People are suffering the consequences of your decision. How does that make you fee-?" "I hate you. I want my bat. Give me my bat." The boy is angry. He is holding back, and I feel it in my bones. I feel I should leave, but I never was one to trust my instincts. I never felt I had any to begin with. "Your weapon has been confisc-" "IHS NOT A WEAPON! GIVE ME MY BAT!! GIVE IT TO ME!! GIVE ME MY BAT!!!" Okay. This is a tantrum. Should I call lieutenant? I should be able to handle this. I was good enough to get this job, right? I studied for this. I understand humans. "GIVE ME MY BAT!! BAT!! GIVE IT TO MEE!!!" He's kicking and barely in his chair anymore. ..Maybe a sedative would be necessary now? No, he's not causing anyone harm though, right? I mean I think so. And it's not like he- "GIVE ME MY BAAAAAAAAAAT!!!!" Okay. Okay. "MNAAAHHHHHHHH!!" **** **** I can't do this. I don't understand anyone. I have no emotions. My opinions are derived from books I was told to study. I'm a miserable robot. I can't do my job. I can't understand a simple child. Why do I even think this way? **** **** **** **** "Take a break, Doctor. We still have a few days 'till he can be set free." The interruption distracted me from my misery. I just stood there as two men took away the screaming child. One of them looked at me with a disappointed twist of his neck, as if to say 'Damn doc, you ****** up.' "
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The time moved on quicker than expected That thing between you and I soon became neglected, The constant hope and yet constant pain The nonsensical rules of the game And would it have been worth while? Sometimes I think back and remember That party we both attended in the November Before you left and I was more confused The confusion that left me so very bemused Would it have been worth while? To tell you then how much it did mean For you to want me or for it to seem As if you did. When I saw that picture of the two of you That’s when I realised, that’s when I knew Things had moved on for you but not for me I needed to change and finally see But would it have been worth while To not have deleted you from my life But kept you up to date with the struggles and strife I felt at that time. When that seven months passed and you returned Those feeli ngs that had begun to disperse Also began to return and eventually burn That hideous notion of unrequited lust Having to see you and hide this just So as not to make a fool of myself Would it have been worthwhile, though? To tell you how much I needed that smile Of yours in my life every day. And after these three long years Feelings of loss, desperation and many tears For you to tell me that you finally feel that way Was not actually as incredible or as ama- Zing as I hoped it would be, but in fact Made me see And now I know and can finally smile Realising that no – it Would not have been worth while.
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Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 6:31 PM UTC
Would it have been worth while ...
The head rush I get Get ready, get set The fluster in my brain get ready, get set, go insane the beautiful smile on that beautiful face get ready, get set, let my heart race the tremble in my body get ready, get set, this has gotta be The shakes I get Get ready get set The thing I feelI now its real
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Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 9:25 PM UTC
get ready, get set