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"nop" poems
a friend of mine asked me if i smoked a past that i had long forgotten it reminded me of the hollow friendship the reasons id find just to burn up just to forget the bitter reality for a min or five but the friends were forgotten and so was the habit yeah it does make me nostalgic but no i wouldnt go back it didnt bring me any happieness nop wont go back
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Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 7:28 AM UTC
smoking
a loop of spume immune to fumes of eastern tombs a burnin‭'; ‬ a mad flash of candied wrath and junebug randy newman‭; ‬ what rumbles jest in vestments yet to loom a knit or pearl two...‭ ‬a ****** crest of ***** wrecks and rubber necks‭ to view you...‭ ‬a nop of lopsy,‭ ‬ fever pitched in thicket rich begonia‭; ‬and roman roads too golden kicks from hydro in your hedge row. a droop of noon in cool remove from gypsum dim sum laude.‭ ‬a drowning witch on boney creeks of needles and salami.‭ ‬ untongued.‭ ‬a pool of fringe rhymes with orange,‭ ‬ yes a door-hinge,‭ ‬ off it's moorings...‭ ‬ off it's Meds death beds for trampolines in petrified forests...‭ a nop of lopsy,‭ ‬frogging Gatsby,‭ ‬greatly famished to the Nines‭; ‬an olden toll of wish fits‭ then nothing comes. and that's Life.
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Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 2:11 PM UTC
A Nop of Lopsy
Cop A Nop Yop O U Dop E Cop I Pop Hop E Rop I-top? Mop U cop hop E A Sop I E rop Top hop A Nop Yop o u Top Hop I nop kop
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 8:51 AM UTC
My Boss and I Invented Our Own Language
no im not a strong man its because i dont stand by my rules i tell people to open up i tell them to live but when it comes to myself ? nop when people are low i tell them to cheer up but when it comes to me? nop maybe its because i dont want to change my self completely may be im just to ignorant i dont know what it exactly is but maybe just maybe
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Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 7:17 AM UTC
i am not a strong man
the penters brutal militia now marches scopic through a portal truncated pass... In unailing sleep      i taunt the spheres        and demand the negatives scream out elements strike runted ire          at the worlds great forgeries dream #1 an ancient cottage is clouted to the ground paff ! borned a charred magician trick   rapid sporing    inflating to a build     then pressure cooked         packed with smoke                   compounded by fire               in a quenched **** of energy                             a construction                      beams and rocks                 a hearth is hearted             a mantle mounted    feasted together       and clenched in a furious shrine i emaciate in the quiet storm of collected electric i must test this unruin i put an assertive foot over the threshold and... i am pulled to the lovers an attention away from here downed on the bedroom floor ridiculous pillow strapped to my ridiculous head i stand stammer frustrations and running on an internal gut of turbulence i slam home back through bed dream #2 my burnt match form all fours on a beach my spiny digits plugged under the baking sand straining the salt and murky charity darkening the sand with impurities and forgiving the sea a pure revealing clarity the formal sun now casts without interruption (just a little refractive kink) water cleared blinding the blind of the ocean floor all Eves and Adams startled by their **** branded world shamed traffic of disorientated prehistoric sealife batting about in the garish aftermath i resolve to the lovers face down ******* huffs against the mattress i flip over and zip back in hands clamped dream #3 simple streets and the bedside knife i greet and greet the first is a nop the second a lancing wound the wound takes a lacing a bled string and they are gratefully hauled with grace to the sky as though plucked by weather balloon i am busy                               in distribution of the lovers dishonestly forecast to a haven in grave i'll wake           work satifified                               but both revved and worn
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Jul 17, 2021
Jul 17, 2021 at 12:40 AM UTC
...in a healing sleep... (anger)
the penters brutal militia now marches scopic through a portal truncated pass... In unailing sleep      i taunt the spheres        and demand the negatives scream out elements strike runted ire          at the worlds great forgeries dream #1 an ancient cottage is clouted to the ground paff ! borned a charred magician trick   rapid sporing    inflating to a build     then pressure cooked         packed with smoke                   compounded by fire               in a quenched **** of energy                             a construction                      beams and rocks                 a hearth is hearted             a mantle mounted    feasted together       and clenched in a furious shrine i emaciate in the quiet storm of collected electric i must test this unruin i put an assertive foot over the threshold and... i am pulled to the lovers an attention away from here downed on the bedroom floor ridiculous pillow strapped to my ridiculous head i stand stammer frustrations and running on an internal gut of turbulence i slam home back through bed dream #2 my burnt match form all fours on a beach my spiny digits plugged under the baking sand straining the salt and murky charity darkening the sand with impurities and forgiving the sea a pure revealing clarity the formal sun now casts without interruption (just a little refractive kink) water cleared blinding the blind of the ocean floor all Eves and Adams startled by their **** branded world shamed traffic of disorientated prehistoric sealife batting about in the garish aftermath i resolve to the lovers face down ******* huffs against the mattress i flip over and zip back in hands clamped dream #3 simple streets and the bedside knife i greet and greet the first is a nop the second a lancing wound the wound takes a lacing a bled string and they are gratefully hauled with grace to the sky as though plucked by weather balloon i am busy                               in distribution of the lovers dishonestly forecast to a haven in grave i'll wake           work satifified                               but both revved and worn
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