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You know taking a bath when you're cold is bad for you yet you still do it. The cold will catch up to you once you're out. Unless you boil yourself to the point where you can't stand the bath water and the cold is all you crave. Liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar. You know this anger harbouring will get you sick and at some point something will have to break. Yet you deny it and cry in surprise once you realise how ****** up your mind can get. Liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar. You know that you not functioning without your headphones on the street is a mental deficit and you're scared of being alone. Yet whenever you say you'll go out without your headphones you can't help but connect them again to your phone. Liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar. You know the silencing glare and the subtly swallowed hate wont be enough to fix them or you yet you take no action and only speak when the times are worst causing everything to crack up again in your dysfunctional household. Liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar. No amount of self diagnosis with narcissism, psychosis, psychopathy or plain depression will ever soothe your need of validation. So why bother. Liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar. Your body's stiff, you know the causes. Yet you try to dance, sing move as much as you can. Idiotic sensual slow killing. You know you're only making it worse so why keep on hurting? Liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar. Your blood vessels bursting under your jeans, your veins dying to pop. Yet you still walk. There's something not quite right with you. Liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar Your ribs cracking under the spring sun, your toes bleeding from that last run when will you understand you're marked for death when will you be done? Liar liat liar liar liar liar liar liar liar. You promised you'll shave your arms, start up another life yet you're still here. ******* around. You're nothing but a Liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar.
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Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 3:57 PM UTC
stranger_poetry
2nd of March, still, spring won't eat me up
You know taking a bath when you're cold is bad for you yet you still do it. The cold will catch up to you once you're out. Unless you boil yourself to the point where you can't stand the bath water and the cold is all you crave. Liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar. You know this anger harbouring will get you sick and at some point something will have to break. Yet you deny it and cry in surprise once you realise how ****** up your mind can get. Liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar. You know that you not functioning without your headphones on the street is a mental deficit and you're scared of being alone. Yet whenever you say you'll go out without your headphones you can't help but connect them again to your phone. Liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar. You know the silencing glare and the subtly swallowed hate wont be enough to fix them or you yet you take no action and only speak when the times are worst causing everything to crack up again in your dysfunctional household. Liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar. No amount of self diagnosis with narcissism, psychosis, psychopathy or plain depression will ever soothe your need of validation. So why bother. Liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar. Your body's stiff, you know the causes. Yet you try to dance, sing move as much as you can. Idiotic sensual slow killing. You know you're only making it worse so why keep on hurting? Liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar. Your blood vessels bursting under your jeans, your veins dying to pop. Yet you still walk. There's something not quite right with you. Liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar Your ribs cracking under the spring sun, your toes bleeding from that last run when will you understand you're marked for death when will you be done? Liar liat liar liar liar liar liar liar liar. You promised you'll shave your arms, start up another life yet you're still here. ******* around. You're nothing but a Liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar.
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takut, takut banget. takut enggak bisa liat mereka pisah bahkan kalau emang udah waktunya. mau nikmatin masa-masa sekarang untuk jatuh lebih dalam lagi, tapi aku punya masa depan yang penting. nyesel baru tau mereka tahun 2018. kata orang-orang "enggak penting siapa yang ada dari awal, karena yang bertahan sampai akhir itu hebat" tapi aku juga takut, takut enggak akan bertahan sampai akhir, sampai mereka pilih jalannya masing-masing. I'm scared of leaving, farewell, it hurts. mereka bikin aku seneng, ketawa, hal-hal kecil yang mereka lakuin bisa bikin jutaan orang bahagia, they've save so many lives. mau coba lupain pelan-pelan dan bodoamatan kalo ada berita tentang mereka juga gak mungkin. gak akan pernah bisa karena ya mungkin kayak gini once in a lifetime. susah banget emang kalo udah sesayang ini sama orang, walaupun orang itu gak tau kita gimana, tapi semacam ada tali yang nyatuin perasaan satu orang ke orang lainnya, ah lebay kamu. tapi bener loh! aku ngerasa banget, mungkin aku yang udah dewasa nanti baca ini bakalan "apaan sih kok lebay, alay banget" hehehe maaf ya far. soalnya gak tau lagi mau cerita ke siapa, temen? gak ngertiin, internet friends? banyaaaaaaaak yang satu frekuensi, tapi aku gak bisa cerita ke mereka. satu-satunya ya ini. kalo mungkin nanti aku baca ini lagi entah 2025, 2030, atau bahkan 2050, inget ya kamu pernah sayaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang banget sama 7 orang yang jauh disana, yang setiap hari isi hari-hari kamu, jangan coba lupain deh!!! kalo bisa cari tau kabar mereka!!!!!
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May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 11:58 AM UTC
loveache
takut.
takut, takut banget. takut enggak bisa liat mereka pisah bahkan kalau emang udah waktunya. mau nikmatin masa-masa sekarang untuk jatuh lebih dalam lagi, tapi aku punya masa depan yang penting. nyesel baru tau mereka tahun 2018. kata orang-orang "enggak penting siapa yang ada dari awal, karena yang bertahan sampai akhir itu hebat" tapi aku juga takut, takut enggak akan bertahan sampai akhir, sampai mereka pilih jalannya masing-masing. I'm scared of leaving, farewell, it hurts. mereka bikin aku seneng, ketawa, hal-hal kecil yang mereka lakuin bisa bikin jutaan orang bahagia, they've save so many lives. mau coba lupain pelan-pelan dan bodoamatan kalo ada berita tentang mereka juga gak mungkin. gak akan pernah bisa karena ya mungkin kayak gini once in a lifetime. susah banget emang kalo udah sesayang ini sama orang, walaupun orang itu gak tau kita gimana, tapi semacam ada tali yang nyatuin perasaan satu orang ke orang lainnya, ah lebay kamu. tapi bener loh! aku ngerasa banget, mungkin aku yang udah dewasa nanti baca ini bakalan "apaan sih kok lebay, alay banget" hehehe maaf ya far. soalnya gak tau lagi mau cerita ke siapa, temen? gak ngertiin, internet friends? banyaaaaaaaak yang satu frekuensi, tapi aku gak bisa cerita ke mereka. satu-satunya ya ini. kalo mungkin nanti aku baca ini lagi entah 2025, 2030, atau bahkan 2050, inget ya kamu pernah sayaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang banget sama 7 orang yang jauh disana, yang setiap hari isi hari-hari kamu, jangan coba lupain deh!!! kalo bisa cari tau kabar mereka!!!!!
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Though thine two grown former babes in crib age, now lead checkered lives, no longer monopolize my time as though their persons went backstage either one embracing, judging, and negotiating positive chutes and ladders with courage evoking glee this papa helped both beautiful lasses avoid being risk averse navigating life with minimal damage though to get ahead of the class, (asper the eldest Eden Liat) credit karma fairly and squarely attributed to herself with encourage meant from this papa, who oft time felt he lacked any clue akin to a hobbled battleship left to drift at sea, whence, upon landfall sub sequent lee forced to forage in a foreign dominion (akin to being among Settlers of Catan), plus devoid of instruments to gauge, an optimal strategic operation, thus figuratively groping in the dark (unaware of a brewing twister) guided by blind faith doth admit saying sorry, but apologetic homage would disqualify thyself, a "FAKE" mastermind undeserving of just desserts, unfairly via diktat plucking sweet treats awash within Candy Land, a deceptive image entrancing, luring and, spellbinding ultimately incurring trouble, particularly when Shana Aubrey (younger by about twenty six months) garnered lion's share of parental attention necessitated mandatory intervention due to language skills, plus pronounced developmental delay, where supreme social service sages gentle massage wrought divine prestidigitation as one after another case worker did overencourage to counteract congenital cognitive setback (coalesced in utero), now finds das dada envious (cuz, aye got mired, hogtied, and bogged down with obsessive compulsive trivial pursuit, hence warrant so lucky as thee Punim) steers ship shape body electric round her uncharted cerebral cape of good hope passage.
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Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 11:00 AM UTC
matthew-scott-harris2p
Paternal Misgivings Linger...
Though thine two grown former babes in crib age, now lead checkered lives, no longer monopolize my time as though their persons went backstage either one embracing, judging, and negotiating positive chutes and ladders with courage evoking glee this papa helped both beautiful lasses avoid being risk averse navigating life with minimal damage though to get ahead of the class, (asper the eldest Eden Liat) credit karma fairly and squarely attributed to herself with encourage meant from this papa, who oft time felt he lacked any clue akin to a hobbled battleship left to drift at sea, whence, upon landfall sub sequent lee forced to forage in a foreign dominion (akin to being among Settlers of Catan), plus devoid of instruments to gauge, an optimal strategic operation, thus figuratively groping in the dark (unaware of a brewing twister) guided by blind faith doth admit saying sorry, but apologetic homage would disqualify thyself, a "FAKE" mastermind undeserving of just desserts, unfairly via diktat plucking sweet treats awash within Candy Land, a deceptive image entrancing, luring and, spellbinding ultimately incurring trouble, particularly when Shana Aubrey (younger by about twenty six months) garnered lion's share of parental attention necessitated mandatory intervention due to language skills, plus pronounced developmental delay, where supreme social service sages gentle massage wrought divine prestidigitation as one after another case worker did overencourage to counteract congenital cognitive setback (coalesced in utero), now finds das dada envious (cuz, aye got mired, hogtied, and bogged down with obsessive compulsive trivial pursuit, hence warrant so lucky as thee Punim) steers ship shape body electric round her uncharted cerebral cape of good hope passage.
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(presumably still alive predicated on rumored sightings dive ving fast as blazing saddles, her blitzkrieg, nothing but a blurry beehive.) Swifter than Usain (lightening) Bolt Eden Liat (thine eldest daughter, a mixed hybrid breed greyhound and whippet) leaves in the dust topnotch any racehorse prompting speculation, she harkens, and begat from a long line, sans award (at trough feed ding), many a cooly winning super naturally infused awk worded Colt surpassing (with a flash, plus even sub track ting considerable handi capped add halt ting delay), thine prestigious, princess, and prodigious exalt ting marathon running smart lee zipping as a whip lash heiress, thru no fault in the stars of her astrological designs oft times humbly declines adulation, benediction, dedication and deferentially finds reasons amazingly, gracefully, and mannerly deflects self imposed grueling practices, that she quickly grinds into pulverized powder, any high top custom made high tech lines brand name threadbare sneakers saved with countless trophies that aligns storied (and stuffed animal bedecked) bookshelf, even gag me with a spoon humor tinged competitions, faux rotten tum ate oh (John Heinz) seeded "ketchup with me" hash-tag game opened to all kinds of village people, including some barenaked ladies, where flashy Mainliners dressed to the nines (essentially for sound garden variety public, who generally favor squash), that crop up during Indian Summer salad days punctuates the warm air, where one after another lover doth appear oak kay embracing ephemeral pseudo sappy romance spine tingling as sharp needling pines.
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Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 3:21 PM UTC
matthew-scott-harris2p
Atalanta Reincarnate
(presumably still alive predicated on rumored sightings dive ving fast as blazing saddles, her blitzkrieg, nothing but a blurry beehive.) Swifter than Usain (lightening) Bolt Eden Liat (thine eldest daughter, a mixed hybrid breed greyhound and whippet) leaves in the dust topnotch any racehorse prompting speculation, she harkens, and begat from a long line, sans award (at trough feed ding), many a cooly winning super naturally infused awk worded Colt surpassing (with a flash, plus even sub track ting considerable handi capped add halt ting delay), thine prestigious, princess, and prodigious exalt ting marathon running smart lee zipping as a whip lash heiress, thru no fault in the stars of her astrological designs oft times humbly declines adulation, benediction, dedication and deferentially finds reasons amazingly, gracefully, and mannerly deflects self imposed grueling practices, that she quickly grinds into pulverized powder, any high top custom made high tech lines brand name threadbare sneakers saved with countless trophies that aligns storied (and stuffed animal bedecked) bookshelf, even gag me with a spoon humor tinged competitions, faux rotten tum ate oh (John Heinz) seeded "ketchup with me" hash-tag game opened to all kinds of village people, including some barenaked ladies, where flashy Mainliners dressed to the nines (essentially for sound garden variety public, who generally favor squash), that crop up during Indian Summer salad days punctuates the warm air, where one after another lover doth appear oak kay embracing ephemeral pseudo sappy romance spine tingling as sharp needling pines.
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Argh resolution between self and eldest dear daughter more remote, now then locating a left handed monkey wrench, cuz she feels this papa did deliberate smote her upside the head, knocking Eden Liat stone cold in an abysmal trench thus, this dada doth fear a mill stone shaped albatross around thy neck aye will tote, where rotting bird doth emit fetid oppressive stench gloomily decry death asper, paternal progeny blighted love epitaph finis fate wrote. Methinks (nee knows) marital infidelity steep dividend warrant wrought chances greater finding needle in haystack versus pointless thought exercise regarding deus ex machina sought forgiveness ex post facto, rethought, yet miracle needed, viz twill require against overwrought progeny's psyche mor'n solo requiem Te Deum never sung, hence no guarantee father as overthought against embarkation entailing, nor divine chorus baptizing can nought assuage besotted dada's flesh, handwrought hence fiery eternal damnation no gunsmoke match e'en gunfought by Jesse James, no penitence bequeathed only dreadnought visa vis admitting how affair kneaded joyus kindling brought philandering husband discovered emotional refuge (against spousal epithet strewn expletive language, whence mistress besought similar ****** satisfaction, and subsequent fallout an afterthought. retrospective reflection stills nothing more serious then slap on the wrist while engaged (~ January 2010) with nothing sinful 'bout peccadillo tryst understandable wife got sorely ****** on the sly behaviour the missus blindsided, hence over looked and missed and figurative wedge cleft asunder nearly kissed our marriage goodbye extra-marital romp illicit, though we nearly came to fist sta cuffs, where salty crude name calling in conjunction with execrable derogatory cussing contribution complicit.
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Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
matthew-scott-harris2p
Father Daughter Rift Rivals Depth Of Mariana Trench
Argh resolution between self and eldest dear daughter more remote, now then locating a left handed monkey wrench, cuz she feels this papa did deliberate smote her upside the head, knocking Eden Liat stone cold in an abysmal trench thus, this dada doth fear a mill stone shaped albatross around thy neck aye will tote, where rotting bird doth emit fetid oppressive stench gloomily decry death asper, paternal progeny blighted love epitaph finis fate wrote. Methinks (nee knows) marital infidelity steep dividend warrant wrought chances greater finding needle in haystack versus pointless thought exercise regarding deus ex machina sought forgiveness ex post facto, rethought, yet miracle needed, viz twill require against overwrought progeny's psyche mor'n solo requiem Te Deum never sung, hence no guarantee father as overthought against embarkation entailing, nor divine chorus baptizing can nought assuage besotted dada's flesh, handwrought hence fiery eternal damnation no gunsmoke match e'en gunfought by Jesse James, no penitence bequeathed only dreadnought visa vis admitting how affair kneaded joyus kindling brought philandering husband discovered emotional refuge (against spousal epithet strewn expletive language, whence mistress besought similar ****** satisfaction, and subsequent fallout an afterthought. retrospective reflection stills nothing more serious then slap on the wrist while engaged (~ January 2010) with nothing sinful 'bout peccadillo tryst understandable wife got sorely ****** on the sly behaviour the missus blindsided, hence over looked and missed and figurative wedge cleft asunder nearly kissed our marriage goodbye extra-marital romp illicit, though we nearly came to fist sta cuffs, where salty crude name calling in conjunction with execrable derogatory cussing contribution complicit.
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