"forgettables" poems - Hello Poetry

Be lucky that it's clear that I'm here and not in your ear making rhymes about ******* and beer. I'm here knotting so many fallacies that I could be queer but it's clear, I'm here. Still here, that is. Or... maybe I should be lucky. Let's both not take here for granted. Even when it aches, like reality has some sickness that we can neither cure nor talk down, we must remember that we can no more not be here than we can be in our dreams... If you can't understand those words then you're struggling to be here shifting your eyes like flickering flashlights they **** away and bang bang bang against the hand of boredom because the brain is running dry, I understand. Be here with me, dear literary vagabond, peruse my nonsense. Take a bite. Chew upon the syllables and forgettables, like soggy vegetables. Let it all melt in your mind, like Belgian chocolate (forget the vegetables). There's nothing here except derangement, but have you won the battle? Are you still here? The sound of turbulent water running through the pipes. The roar of trembling engines, jostling and towing their vehicles down the street. The tap dance of computer keys mirroring the senility of my mind... The slamming of doors: all these sounds, as if reality is sonically transparent, but are you here with me? This world is more transparent than I ever gave it credit. If you're still here, I bid you welcome to the magnificent world of a millennial extravaganza, growing beyond the cosmos as if our minds can pierce the heart of dark and render mystery a pale reflection of ordinary! Yes, if you're here, still here, things are very ordinary. And I can never hide that from you. I can never make you think these words are legendary, because I'm here, and I'm not not here, so you take me for granted and though I could spin your mind like a world on my finger, people will only wish they could be here with me, when I'm dead, but if you're reading this, I'm here.

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Nov 9, 2016

Nov 9, 2016 at 11:49 AM UTC

DEW

Let's be Here...

Be lucky that it's clear that I'm here and not in your ear making rhymes about ******* and beer. I'm here knotting so many fallacies that I could be queer but it's clear, I'm here. Still here, that is. Or... maybe I should be lucky. Let's both not take here for granted. Even when it aches, like reality has some sickness that we can neither cure nor talk down, we must remember that we can no more not be here than we can be in our dreams... If you can't understand those words then you're struggling to be here shifting your eyes like flickering flashlights they **** away and bang bang bang against the hand of boredom because the brain is running dry, I understand. Be here with me, dear literary vagabond, peruse my nonsense. Take a bite. Chew upon the syllables and forgettables, like soggy vegetables. Let it all melt in your mind, like Belgian chocolate (forget the vegetables). There's nothing here except derangement, but have you won the battle? Are you still here? The sound of turbulent water running through the pipes. The roar of trembling engines, jostling and towing their vehicles down the street. The tap dance of computer keys mirroring the senility of my mind... The slamming of doors: all these sounds, as if reality is sonically transparent, but are you here with me? This world is more transparent than I ever gave it credit. If you're still here, I bid you welcome to the magnificent world of a millennial extravaganza, growing beyond the cosmos as if our minds can pierce the heart of dark and render mystery a pale reflection of ordinary! Yes, if you're here, still here, things are very ordinary. And I can never hide that from you. I can never make you think these words are legendary, because I'm here, and I'm not not here, so you take me for granted and though I could spin your mind like a world on my finger, people will only wish they could be here with me, when I'm dead, but if you're reading this, I'm here.

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This today is grey and rainy and feels painfully like a word meaning neither yesterday nor tomorrow And though reason dictates it will be one soon enough I think it will be one of the forgettables remembered only by this paper and these words (and today, please, today i need the reassurance that i will not be the same)

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Apr 24, 2020

Apr 24, 2020 at 10:39 AM UTC

sparrowsoaring

Today

This today is grey and rainy and feels painfully like a word meaning neither yesterday nor tomorrow And though reason dictates it will be one soon enough I think it will be one of the forgettables remembered only by this paper and these words (and today, please, today i need the reassurance that i will not be the same)

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danceable organs, displaced like a lumpscum of heartfelt messages. somewhere in the distant past, we passed along our spit, shared syns and field-grade forgettables.

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Apr 6, 2014

Apr 6, 2014 at 7:35 AM UTC

wereghost

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danceable organs, displaced like a lumpscum of heartfelt messages. somewhere in the distant past, we passed along our spit, shared syns and field-grade forgettables.

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