"goneness" poems - Hello Poetry

I don’t like cauliflower so I will feed all mine to friends moving black specks, fruit flies on vegetables confused killing their dinner with cyanide like sticks of cinnamon or garlic cubes I hand it to bugs with my long second toe that is supposed to mean I am a genius, but I don’t eat cauliflower broccoli anything leafy and I am missing fish oil from my diet confused I whisper into the fruit flies’ elf ears perked up as dog eyes escape their sockets sometimes Dogs do not eat cauliflower either or hummus they are not even confused Morning, we all see the same shape of the moon’s goneness but others will eat bread despite mold I wonder if I am one and what have I done to the economy by disliking cauliflower broccoli anything leafy and fish oil, as well.

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May 8, 2013

May 8, 2013 at 6:32 PM UTC

sarina

missing fish oil

I don’t like cauliflower so I will feed all mine to friends moving black specks, fruit flies on vegetables confused killing their dinner with cyanide like sticks of cinnamon or garlic cubes I hand it to bugs with my long second toe that is supposed to mean I am a genius, but I don’t eat cauliflower broccoli anything leafy and I am missing fish oil from my diet confused I whisper into the fruit flies’ elf ears perked up as dog eyes escape their sockets sometimes Dogs do not eat cauliflower either or hummus they are not even confused Morning, we all see the same shape of the moon’s goneness but others will eat bread despite mold I wonder if I am one and what have I done to the economy by disliking cauliflower broccoli anything leafy and fish oil, as well.

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There is a perpetual hole in my life where you used to be And it doesn’t matter if it’s only been an hour Or seventeen days Or seven months Or three years. It’s still there. It has the cruelest consequences. Even when you’re absent You’re here with me. and when I want you to be gone, You are but I feel your goneness, and your absence becomes a presence. and not the one I want. What’s worst is you’re not dead Or in a desolate war zone Or being a good Samaritan in a third world country; You live right down the street. You chose to be a hole rather than to be with me. I might as well save electricity And just unplug the “no” of my vacancy sign. Because there will always be one.

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Nov 25, 2012

Nov 25, 2012 at 9:10 AM UTC

ecpollick

Inexistence.

There is a perpetual hole in my life where you used to be And it doesn’t matter if it’s only been an hour Or seventeen days Or seven months Or three years. It’s still there. It has the cruelest consequences. Even when you’re absent You’re here with me. and when I want you to be gone, You are but I feel your goneness, and your absence becomes a presence. and not the one I want. What’s worst is you’re not dead Or in a desolate war zone Or being a good Samaritan in a third world country; You live right down the street. You chose to be a hole rather than to be with me. I might as well save electricity And just unplug the “no” of my vacancy sign. Because there will always be one.

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am i blackness, shrouding, crowding darkness, coldness breathless pouting am i lost, goneness, wrongness searching, urging always missed am i ever, ending, pending lovelessly beseeched to rending am i hell, cloudless, doubtless doomed fortune eternal kiss am i fending, slowly, bending timeless, fightless vilipending i am blackened, shrouded, crowded breathlessly divulge the clouded am i, i am i won’t know.

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Jun 18, 2013

Jun 18, 2013 at 12:42 AM UTC

lexi-6

Obsolete

am i blackness, shrouding, crowding darkness, coldness breathless pouting am i lost, goneness, wrongness searching, urging always missed am i ever, ending, pending lovelessly beseeched to rending am i hell, cloudless, doubtless doomed fortune eternal kiss am i fending, slowly, bending timeless, fightless vilipending i am blackened, shrouded, crowded breathlessly divulge the clouded am i, i am i won’t know.

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explosions, blood thrown on the walls, rubble, screams piercing the air, terror, bullets rip through life, darkness, peaceful goneness,

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Apr 10, 2014

Apr 10, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC

cade

War

explosions, blood thrown on the walls, rubble, screams piercing the air, terror, bullets rip through life, darkness, peaceful goneness,

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I am the wrong of everything that makes my once here world long gone, the bitterness which haunts my life, the no victory no defeat but also no peace, the no love no hate but also no calm but never excitement. always silence. I am the terrible of whatsoever makes its way into it all, the disgustingness of solitude, the loneliness of thought. I am the reason for the something else, though it matters to no one to me, I am the ****** of the goodnight dear sleep well, the goneness of the now.

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Aug 20, 2015

Aug 20, 2015 at 5:52 AM UTC

superfluous

I am the wrong of everything

I am the wrong of everything that makes my once here world long gone, the bitterness which haunts my life, the no victory no defeat but also no peace, the no love no hate but also no calm but never excitement. always silence. I am the terrible of whatsoever makes its way into it all, the disgustingness of solitude, the loneliness of thought. I am the reason for the something else, though it matters to no one to me, I am the ****** of the goodnight dear sleep well, the goneness of the now.

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Breathless being Sleeping giant I poke gently first then jab violently wanting to see if you are made of air and water and muscle and bone. You deflate into rubble and decomposed flesh blackened by the poison that has run your veins dark all your life. You crumble to ash before my eyes and just like that I find I have no father. I've been warned but nothing prepares you for death, dying, goneness of the one who snuggled you wide-eyed in his arms as you took your first breathes and he looked right past you into your soul. Hijacked you were from the very fingertips of my fate -not even that- for that doesn't imply complicity, action in your own disappearance. Suddenly, something hatches from your ashes growing, shedding flesh all the time until I am standing where your chest used to be and it is me.

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Jan 31, 2014

Jan 31, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC

erica-laughton-1

Sleeping Giant

Breathless being Sleeping giant I poke gently first then jab violently wanting to see if you are made of air and water and muscle and bone. You deflate into rubble and decomposed flesh blackened by the poison that has run your veins dark all your life. You crumble to ash before my eyes and just like that I find I have no father. I've been warned but nothing prepares you for death, dying, goneness of the one who snuggled you wide-eyed in his arms as you took your first breathes and he looked right past you into your soul. Hijacked you were from the very fingertips of my fate -not even that- for that doesn't imply complicity, action in your own disappearance. Suddenly, something hatches from your ashes growing, shedding flesh all the time until I am standing where your chest used to be and it is me.

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thumping bass of blood and bone music words and me alone. puncture wounds in skies and skin goneness moons and quiet din. bitter taste on touch and tongue questions dark and shallow lungs. sinking deep in pills and past shiver stop and sleep at last.

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Aug 14, 2014

Aug 14, 2014 at 9:27 AM UTC

endlessspace

4:58 am

thumping bass of blood and bone music words and me alone. puncture wounds in skies and skin goneness moons and quiet din. bitter taste on touch and tongue questions dark and shallow lungs. sinking deep in pills and past shiver stop and sleep at last.

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i try connecting, connect hard, everytime i think im forgotten. im forgotten in a way, nobody can preserve. none. you too. its gone, and its goneness that is left, you wont be able to seek me, anywhere, not even in your heart, which turned like a brick, the day i accepted im forgotten.

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Jan 22, 2021

Jan 22, 2021 at 2:39 AM UTC

Ridha-04

goneness.

i try connecting, connect hard, everytime i think im forgotten. im forgotten in a way, nobody can preserve. none. you too. its gone, and its goneness that is left, you wont be able to seek me, anywhere, not even in your heart, which turned like a brick, the day i accepted im forgotten.

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