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"offhandedly" poems

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Speeding and Headlights OffIt's such a different perspective to see her self-hatred outdoes my own. She's a brilliant, dying star. Vacuuming away all the evil in her, siphoning it through her throat. Flush it down. Pulling apart her bones from the inside out. I can understand that. / I've been thinking offhandedly, not on purpose. Take a deep breath, look up at the clouded sky. The blown, restless leaves endlessly remind me of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. Let my mind go blank. Refocus, come back down from wherever I went, finding I've been working questions over while unaware. Autopilot likes to steer toward the ground. I've been thinking offhandedly, not on purpose, of the best way to say goodbye. / I've been dreaming of writing this down all morning, all night. Who's to say I haven't been anxiously awaiting this all my life? To tell you what it's like to hate yourself so much that others become mere blips on the radar; still there, but so unrecognizable. I become unreachable. I've been dreaming of opening myself up, seeing all the things that are tucked inside, away from my reach. They all tell me not to go looking for trouble, but hell, how could it possibly get worse? I'm curious.

@amelia-jo-anne40

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The Angry PoetessShe is my second favorite poet on this list / But she doesn't need to be reminded of this / She doesn't give a shit

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It won't happenIf you just ask me to out my blades on your nightstand while casually checking your email on your iPhone, it won't happen. / If you offhandedly remind me to eat while heading out the door for a few hours, it won't happen. / And if you tell me living is worth it while slapping me in the face with a ton of mistrust and coldness, it won't happen.

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the Lord is Sorethe Lord is sore / I can tell because he no longer lingers at the table after dinner, / and falsely claims the wine is tasteless

@jiminy-littly70

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dream logicon her fiftieth birthday our alleged mother hires a driver to remain parked outside an abandoned warehouse. she promises to pay the driver extra if he sees more than two stray beasts and promises further employment if he consciously brings the uglier of the two or more home to his children. we hear offhandedly these things and others / as if we are hidden inside a very large cake. / the driver is an hour deep into the assignment when he notices a barefoot woman flat on her belly scooting across a puddle of oil near the warehouse entrance. the woman is swallowed by the puddle before the driver can call to her or commit her outfit to memory. he says aloud *she was feral and her breasts had to be, by then, bleeding*. it’s christmas morning when the driver comes to and his wife’s sister has this look like she could suck the red from a childhood firehouse. his kids are crying over invisible toys. invisible because our mother touches the future without looking.

@barton-d-smock16

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She Asked Me if I Loved Her.Allow me to enumerate, subjugate and demonstrate. / To those parts of you which hold doubt. / But first, I must abdicate, on how your words agitate,

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Bad IdeaIt was a bad idea / Saying hi to you / It was a bad idea

@northernpoetess61

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Just as the city did, so did the forest.There was a purpose to it all. To the man who just missed his taxi in New York, to the young child hopping between rocks deep in a forest, on a bubbling stream. Just as the city pulsed with life, seeping through cracks in the pavement repaired just last week, in the wheels of the taxi driving away and in the man's curse under his breath... / Just as the city pulsed with life, billions of trillions of ideas and thoughts and galaxies in heads thinking about their coworker one cubicle over who mentioned offhandedly to their friend about not having plans this Thursday evening, about whether their mother had remembered to take their medication this morning because she always was forgetting and did she realize how much easier it would be to hire a servant for these things... / Just as the city pulsed with life, as did the forest, a snake slithering between the dancing shadows from the shaking leaves, the child unaware of this impending surprise until the moment of impact, yielding a sharp report and a mad dash for an exit...

@skye-applebome29

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A creased soulTo have peace of mind / In the palm of your hand / To twiddle and fiddle with it

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ComplexitiesGaps and distances, / and what's in between them, / innocent questions and

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Racing ThoughtsThough I know your heart beats for someone else, / I can't stop my thoughts from tumbling along the familiar suspicions. / *Do you feel something for me, after all?*

@emo-slytherin34

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