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He made sure I knew just how lucky I was to have him But he never hit me He played games with my emotions repeatedly But he never hit me He made sure I didn’t leave the house in a skirt above the knees But he never hit me He knew the words to say to make me feel so small that I could not breathe But he never hit me He tossed me in and out, in and out, until my mind was in an out of control tizzy But he never hit me He messed around on the side late at night while I rested in our bed But he never hit me He made it clear that I wasn’t to go out at night with the girls But he never hit me He told me over and over again just how hard it would be to find anyone else to deal with me But he never hit me He fell asleep safe and sound as I laid in bed trying to catch my breath through tears But he never hit me He needed to have the password to every device, app and account But he never hit me He knew the power he held and used it over my head to weaken me But he never hit me He made jokes at my expense in front of friends and family and we all giggled together instead of cringed But he never hit me He assured me the women he texted were coworkers or colleagues but I could never know what they spoke of But he never hit me He made it clear that my interests and goals were not of pertinence But he never hit me He knew the exact words to say to take my entire day downhill But he never hit me He broke my heart over and over and over again until it was minuscule shreds But he never hit me
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Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 8:06 PM UTC
But He Never Hit Me
He made sure I knew just how lucky I was to have him But he never hit me He played games with my emotions repeatedly But he never hit me He made sure I didn’t leave the house in a skirt above the knees But he never hit me He knew the words to say to make me feel so small that I could not breathe But he never hit me He tossed me in and out, in and out, until my mind was in an out of control tizzy But he never hit me He messed around on the side late at night while I rested in our bed But he never hit me He made it clear that I wasn’t to go out at night with the girls But he never hit me He told me over and over again just how hard it would be to find anyone else to deal with me But he never hit me He fell asleep safe and sound as I laid in bed trying to catch my breath through tears But he never hit me He needed to have the password to every device, app and account But he never hit me He knew the power he held and used it over my head to weaken me But he never hit me He made jokes at my expense in front of friends and family and we all giggled together instead of cringed But he never hit me He assured me the women he texted were coworkers or colleagues but I could never know what they spoke of But he never hit me He made it clear that my interests and goals were not of pertinence But he never hit me He knew the exact words to say to take my entire day downhill But he never hit me He broke my heart over and over and over again until it was minuscule shreds But he never hit me
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On the border of U.S and Mexico someone saw a ZULU. On the ice-land of Netherlands with ice area birds a team was seen- a team of ZULU. On the sea-shore of Caribbean some persons were swimming People were saying- ZULU A new brand of baby foods which was only on e-commerce site,called - ZULU A coffe restaurant chain's name in Africa was-ZULU A scientist's research project's secret password was- that has been changed from 'a' to double 'u'-ZULU. It was zala not zulu
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Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 11:28 AM UTC
zulu and zulu
This world is happening around you, but a snippet of it is in your control. No one else has access to it like you do. You've unlocked its password, and you're in. You made it into this universe, this story. Now, what are you waiting for? Make the most of it! Go discover this world you are in!
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Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 4:25 AM UTC
It's Called A Body
i see the flyer at starbucks "are you caucasian? without mental health and drug problems?" wow i don’t know the answer to any of these questions is a jew a caucasian? is the occasional naked, dick-slamming drunken rampage a drug problem? as for mental health i’m a deadbeat poet and unpopular pop musician i’ve got a job fighting death and boredom and i just changed my facebook password to "eat **** my frustrations have driven weaker souls to homicide but are these PROBLEMS?
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Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 5:16 AM UTC
ARE YOU CAUCASIAN?
“ You are stronger than you realise. You are crueller than you realise. The smallest words will break your heart. You will change. You’re not the same person you were three years ago. You’re not even the same person you were three minutes ago and that’s okay. Especially if you don’t like the person you were three minutes ago. People come and go. Some are cigarette breaks, others are forest fires. You won’t like your name until you hear someone say it in their sleep. You’ll forget your email password but ten years from now you’ll still remember the number of steps up to his flat. You don’t have to open the curtains if you don’t want to. Never stop yourself texting someone. If you love them at 4 a.m., tell them. If you still love them at 9.30 a.m., tell them again. Make sure you have a safe place. Whether it’s the kitchen floor or the Travel section of a bookshop, just make sure you have a safe place. You will be scared of all kinds of things, of spiders and clowns and eating alone, but your biggest fear will be that people will see you the way you see yourself. Sometimes, looking at someone will be like looking into the sun. Sometimes someone will look at you like you are the sun. Wait for it. You will learn how to sleep alone, how to avoid the cold corners but still fill a bed. Always be friends with the broken people. They know how to survive. You can love someone and hate them, all at once. You can miss them so much you ache but still ignore your phone when they call. You are good at something, whether it’s making someone laugh or remembering their birthday. Don’t ever let anyone tell you that these things don’t matter. You will always be hungry for love. Always. Even when someone is asleep next to you you’ll envy the pillow touching their cheek and the sheet hiding their skin. Loneliness is nothing to do with how many people are around you but how many of them understand you. People say I love you all the time. Even when they say, ‘Why didn’t you call me back?’ or ‘He’s an ******* Make sure you’re listening. You will be okay. You will be okay."
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Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
21 things my father never told me
“ You are stronger than you realise. You are crueller than you realise. The smallest words will break your heart. You will change. You’re not the same person you were three years ago. You’re not even the same person you were three minutes ago and that’s okay. Especially if you don’t like the person you were three minutes ago. People come and go. Some are cigarette breaks, others are forest fires. You won’t like your name until you hear someone say it in their sleep. You’ll forget your email password but ten years from now you’ll still remember the number of steps up to his flat. You don’t have to open the curtains if you don’t want to. Never stop yourself texting someone. If you love them at 4 a.m., tell them. If you still love them at 9.30 a.m., tell them again. Make sure you have a safe place. Whether it’s the kitchen floor or the Travel section of a bookshop, just make sure you have a safe place. You will be scared of all kinds of things, of spiders and clowns and eating alone, but your biggest fear will be that people will see you the way you see yourself. Sometimes, looking at someone will be like looking into the sun. Sometimes someone will look at you like you are the sun. Wait for it. You will learn how to sleep alone, how to avoid the cold corners but still fill a bed. Always be friends with the broken people. They know how to survive. You can love someone and hate them, all at once. You can miss them so much you ache but still ignore your phone when they call. You are good at something, whether it’s making someone laugh or remembering their birthday. Don’t ever let anyone tell you that these things don’t matter. You will always be hungry for love. Always. Even when someone is asleep next to you you’ll envy the pillow touching their cheek and the sheet hiding their skin. Loneliness is nothing to do with how many people are around you but how many of them understand you. People say I love you all the time. Even when they say, ‘Why didn’t you call me back?’ or ‘He’s an ******* Make sure you’re listening. You will be okay. You will be okay."
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Sorry - login failed.... OK...easy - of course it's me; I’m authentic, not me pretending to be me or someone else pretending to be me or me pretending to be Swine Poet; no, it’s not Swim Goggles masquerading as Noodles Mee; or Pretty Pig pretending to be Ugly Duckling; so let’s try again – it’s easy…sure, I know my password…. OK…. Sorry – login failed…. OK… it’s easy....I’ll give you my username and here’s password…Enter…here we go… Sorry – login failed…. Hey! You’re joking with me, right? you know it’s me, and you’re just kidding, right? What? If at first you don’t succeed – try, try again… OK, OK…let’s go again…. Sorry – login failed…. Hey, man – or woman, this is serious… Oh I see – my thick fingers might have landed on 9 instead of 8 and on g instead of f – you see? It’s me….I’ll try and use my most slender fingers and avoid my thick fingers… Knock and the door shall be opened… OK…here we go…username…hmmmmm….easy now…. slender fingers, remember….OK….password….careful now…. use slender fingers only….Enter! Yipppppeeeeee! Sorry - login failed.... Hey- it appears I’m thick-headed as well! Come on – give me a chance! It’s almost like being denied at Heaven’s doors! I’m having an identity crisis here, baby! You want to see me have a breakdown and send me to a madhouse, or what? All right, all right…cool down…easy….easy…calm… Take a deep breath…. Username…OK….slender fingers, now…eyes on keyboard… …Password….slender fingers, remember….eyes on keyboard…. Now, all good….I think….Want to say a prayer? Come on – it’s not that serious….Alright….ENTER! Yes – I’m in! Hey guys – here I am!
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Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 1:29 AM UTC
Sorry - login failed
Sorry - login failed.... OK...easy - of course it's me; I’m authentic, not me pretending to be me or someone else pretending to be me or me pretending to be Swine Poet; no, it’s not Swim Goggles masquerading as Noodles Mee; or Pretty Pig pretending to be Ugly Duckling; so let’s try again – it’s easy…sure, I know my password…. OK…. Sorry – login failed…. OK… it’s easy....I’ll give you my username and here’s password…Enter…here we go… Sorry – login failed…. Hey! You’re joking with me, right? you know it’s me, and you’re just kidding, right? What? If at first you don’t succeed – try, try again… OK, OK…let’s go again…. Sorry – login failed…. Hey, man – or woman, this is serious… Oh I see – my thick fingers might have landed on 9 instead of 8 and on g instead of f – you see? It’s me….I’ll try and use my most slender fingers and avoid my thick fingers… Knock and the door shall be opened… OK…here we go…username…hmmmmm….easy now…. slender fingers, remember….OK….password….careful now…. use slender fingers only….Enter! Yipppppeeeeee! Sorry - login failed.... Hey- it appears I’m thick-headed as well! Come on – give me a chance! It’s almost like being denied at Heaven’s doors! I’m having an identity crisis here, baby! You want to see me have a breakdown and send me to a madhouse, or what? All right, all right…cool down…easy….easy…calm… Take a deep breath…. Username…OK….slender fingers, now…eyes on keyboard… …Password….slender fingers, remember….eyes on keyboard…. Now, all good….I think….Want to say a prayer? Come on – it’s not that serious….Alright….ENTER! Yes – I’m in! Hey guys – here I am!
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-.A GIRLkeeps her password on her cellphone, while a WOMAN is confident enough to say “darling can you answer that for me?”!! -.A GIRL has pride after arguments, a WOMAN has heart & emotions. -.A GIRL tells her man all the things he does wrong, a WOMAN acknowledges her man’s hardwork!! -.A GIRL run on the streets & chill with her friends, while a WOMAN enjoys time with her man planning ahead for their future!! -.A GIRL exchange words with her man, a WOMAN keeps quite & listen to her man. -.A GIRL complains about spending too much time with her man, a WOMAN plans vacations & getaways because she is wise enough to notice tomorrow isn’t promised!! -.A GIRL tells her man he is cute, & a WOMAN tells her man he is handsome. -.A GIRL takes her man to the house, & a WOMAN takes her man home. -.A GIRL tells the whole world her heart is broken, & a WOMAN keeps her life in line, with tears in her eyes she still manages to say nah! I am fine. -.A GIRL will read this & think this is about her, & a WOMAN will read this & thoroughly acknowledge what she needs to fix in her relationship
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Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 5:43 AM UTC
DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A GIRL AND A WOMAN
Lunch time In 10 minutes Time to get the school Wifi Password Cause yes I’m a teenager Wifi is fucken God
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May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 9:23 PM UTC
Wifi
I slept with her, my rapacious pen, took me in quiet vengeance in full on conjugation raken and taken, me, her overlording me now, her authorship, so long held in my maledom abeyance, a kept imprisonment, unleashing at last, a tongue lashing~leashing, de-spite my un-desirous craven lying supplications, excuses of innocence and accident, coincidence and conflation, ashes, ashes, denials incinerated, all fall down she wrote/stabbed upon my heartless chest, in the cheap crudités colors of a prisoner’s inking, “user of words mine, all mine” gathered up my innards of loose words, speculative notes & titles yet to be, born and kept hid in password protected silent back labor files, now hers, leaving me sputtering, unable to create, a homeless mute citizen, possession-less, helplessly hoping her hovering harlequin might relent, without any shelter, even a glimmering, a single aleph or bet she celebratory cackled and clawed, professed her reclamation ownership of all my poems predecessors, zola j’accusing that I, ripped from her forcibly, with no granted permission, her womanly touché of my scribing, warning of no more global warming for my unprivileged hands, daren’t try for pretenses of stolen legal guardianship, warning of a new, forced caining inscription, a tattooing of  “thief” upon my 5 knuckled right ****** “plagiarist” boldly inked in back & blue upon my left palm I, predator, she, victim, of my now self-professed, admitted confess, she, my single victim, of a decade long serializing criminal coverup her parting poem a threatening, herein issued in this very verse, damning all who would falsely credit themselves, to suffer shame and an unimaginable curse, this, the newborn eleventh of ten commandments parting, she kissing my lips, even my emptied apertures, with warning bitings, she knew all my my numerous noms de guerre, no dead scrolls caves to hid in, and to be discovered some future day, and if ever marked as copyrighted, ’twas no tunneling escape, the exposed truth to be over-stamped upon all, upon each, in every language, ”copied right from the tongue of a woman!” and she would be wright...
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May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 10:10 AM UTC
slept with my rapacious pen (she, full on conjugation)
I slept with her, my rapacious pen, took me in quiet vengeance in full on conjugation raken and taken, me, her overlording me now, her authorship, so long held in my maledom abeyance, a kept imprisonment, unleashing at last, a tongue lashing~leashing, de-spite my un-desirous craven lying supplications, excuses of innocence and accident, coincidence and conflation, ashes, ashes, denials incinerated, all fall down she wrote/stabbed upon my heartless chest, in the cheap crudités colors of a prisoner’s inking, “user of words mine, all mine” gathered up my innards of loose words, speculative notes & titles yet to be, born and kept hid in password protected silent back labor files, now hers, leaving me sputtering, unable to create, a homeless mute citizen, possession-less, helplessly hoping her hovering harlequin might relent, without any shelter, even a glimmering, a single aleph or bet she celebratory cackled and clawed, professed her reclamation ownership of all my poems predecessors, zola j’accusing that I, ripped from her forcibly, with no granted permission, her womanly touché of my scribing, warning of no more global warming for my unprivileged hands, daren’t try for pretenses of stolen legal guardianship, warning of a new, forced caining inscription, a tattooing of  “thief” upon my 5 knuckled right ****** “plagiarist” boldly inked in back & blue upon my left palm I, predator, she, victim, of my now self-professed, admitted confess, she, my single victim, of a decade long serializing criminal coverup her parting poem a threatening, herein issued in this very verse, damning all who would falsely credit themselves, to suffer shame and an unimaginable curse, this, the newborn eleventh of ten commandments parting, she kissing my lips, even my emptied apertures, with warning bitings, she knew all my my numerous noms de guerre, no dead scrolls caves to hid in, and to be discovered some future day, and if ever marked as copyrighted, ’twas no tunneling escape, the exposed truth to be over-stamped upon all, upon each, in every language, ”copied right from the tongue of a woman!” and she would be wright...
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when you pass my way, know that my Wi-Fi network requires no password to gain entry, thus it comes with a security recommendation: there is no security in poetry, only the unresolvable: how came Excalibur into the rock, will our children have better lives than us, can we define accurately finite, why can't we add new letters to our alphabet, will my poems live longer than I so when you pass my way walk right in, sit right down, greet madness, thy new boon companion, who will not ask you for the password... 8/27/17 11:43pm
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Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 11:44 PM UTC
when you pass my way, know that my Wi-Fi network
I'm not special I'm just one out of seven billion And we're all interconnected So why am I the only one driving down this road? You don't have my address Or my wifi password Have you found the bat in your gazebo? I found mine And named him Bruce The leaves that fall on my vehicle Touch no other's And the rain that pours onto me Soaks into my skin It becomes a part of me That sets me apart Subjectivity solidifies separation Like Saturn's rings A planetary population of particles That create something beautiful together Our species is special
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Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 9:22 AM UTC
Special
*Hack your Heart and steal the password to your soul* **For the world is meaningless without you in my life**
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May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 12:55 PM UTC
I'll
Blindsided by a rhinoceros. Tendons, muscles, unraveling. I can't do this any-- Glitch, system failure, shutdown Restart, blue screen, flashing cursor Epileptic shock. Epinephrine injected Command line. Run: Beautiful flying objects thrown violently. Don't open this door! Kiss me hard And not in a good way (if you remember how), Like when fishes try to breathe on dry Land on jagged Rock Climbing without Gears spinning and clanking *** and pan. (Glass and sand) Sizzling in this artificial sun Created by brainwaves soaked in ****** and LSD and yellow cake uranium Ghostriding patterns erupting like Stop. Fail. Restart. Detecting equipment... No input present. How will you communicate? Try again. Restart. Password required. Why don't you eat? These tears are making my face numb. Put this in your arm. Trust me, you'll love it. You'll have Tesla coming out of every orifice. Dancing physics, matryoshkas. You can deny the existence of a God and live, But if you deny the existence of gravity... Well, just try and walk off this cliff. "These thoughts are so scattered. I don't even think they're mine." Those memories? They're not yours. They belong to your master's daughter. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We're Replicants. We boot up, we shut down, we most definitely restart. Viruses make us sick and sometimes break us to the point where we need new hardware. Sometimes they break our firmware and we need to wipe. We have command lines to perform actions, and registry keys to keep memory stored of the things we learn. The world is our power supply, and when we boot up in safe mode, like some people do every day, we only use the bare minimum of our potential. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I must be dying, I'm only this awkward when I'm dying. Connection timed out.
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Feb 17, 2011
Feb 17, 2011 at 7:26 PM UTC
Cyborg
Blindsided by a rhinoceros. Tendons, muscles, unraveling. I can't do this any-- Glitch, system failure, shutdown Restart, blue screen, flashing cursor Epileptic shock. Epinephrine injected Command line. Run: Beautiful flying objects thrown violently. Don't open this door! Kiss me hard And not in a good way (if you remember how), Like when fishes try to breathe on dry Land on jagged Rock Climbing without Gears spinning and clanking *** and pan. (Glass and sand) Sizzling in this artificial sun Created by brainwaves soaked in ****** and LSD and yellow cake uranium Ghostriding patterns erupting like Stop. Fail. Restart. Detecting equipment... No input present. How will you communicate? Try again. Restart. Password required. Why don't you eat? These tears are making my face numb. Put this in your arm. Trust me, you'll love it. You'll have Tesla coming out of every orifice. Dancing physics, matryoshkas. You can deny the existence of a God and live, But if you deny the existence of gravity... Well, just try and walk off this cliff. "These thoughts are so scattered. I don't even think they're mine." Those memories? They're not yours. They belong to your master's daughter. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We're Replicants. We boot up, we shut down, we most definitely restart. Viruses make us sick and sometimes break us to the point where we need new hardware. Sometimes they break our firmware and we need to wipe. We have command lines to perform actions, and registry keys to keep memory stored of the things we learn. The world is our power supply, and when we boot up in safe mode, like some people do every day, we only use the bare minimum of our potential. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I must be dying, I'm only this awkward when I'm dying. Connection timed out.
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Once again I looked at my sides, When I decided my password needed a change, It was rotting - really. This gaming website required a unique password, It required at least 10 characters, My sides were clear and none was peeping. It required 3 special characters as well, 2 capital letters were also required for it, I thought for a while & decided as follows: Superman + Spiderman + Batman + New Delhi + New York = 3SSB2ND&NY;
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Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 1:57 PM UTC
The New Password - Humorous Poem
The password we always use The recurring dream our favorite type of abuse our self-esteem What we are hungry for at midnight What we feel bad about taking whose hands we hold too tight whose heart we are breaking
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May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 1:33 PM UTC
The wish we make at 11:11
We can pretend, We own the Woods and stand Regal, like the Pine. Gathering Fruits, Nuts and Honey. While sipping on Red Wine. With a Camping Tent as Shelter. We can weave the branches for Our Bed. Lay Our promises, on fallen Leaves and hold on to them, Once they're Said. The Stars can give Us Company. As the Moon stays guard at Night. Wild Kisses, can be Our Password. As Passions flows thru each Bite. At Midnight U may see your Lion, Roaring himself in Bed. Woods I find are a Romantic Place, Where solemn vows can be Said.
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Jun 19, 2023
Jun 19, 2023 at 9:30 AM UTC
We can pretend, We own the Woods
Blindsided by a rhinoceros. Tendons, muscles, unraveling. I can't do this any-- Glitch, system failure, shutdown Restart, blue screen, flashing cursor Epileptic shock. Epinephrine injected Command line. Run: Beautiful flying objects thrown violently. Don't open this door! Kiss me hard And not in a good way (if you remember how), Like when fishes try to breathe on dry Land on jagged Rock Climbing without Gears spinning and clanking *** and pan. (Glass and sand) Sizzling in this artificial sun Created by brainwaves soaked in ****** and LSD and yellow cake uranium Ghostriding patterns erupting like Stop. Fail. Restart. Detecting equipment... No input present. How will you communicate? Try again. Restart. Password required. Why don't you eat? These tears are making my face numb. Put this in your arm. Trust me, you'll love it. You'll have Tesla coming out of every orifice. Dancing physics, matryoshkas. You can deny the existence of a God and live, But if you deny the existence of gravity... Well, just try and walk off this cliff. "These thoughts are so scattered. I don't even think they're mine." Those memories? They're not yours. They belong to your master's daughter. I must be dying, I'm only this awkward when I'm dying. Connection timed out.
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Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 12:53 AM UTC
Cyborg/Replicant
Oakes-photo, hypocrisy and flagrant mirky plateau. Brimming celestial warrants overcrowding public housing systems. North-South lights, sell costly iPhone Apps; and then there are Social Societies of non-verbal delight. Password protected non-profitable and over-costly educations of no reward or biblical synonyms. Catastrophizing hash-tag dot.com. Weary party going poster children with glowing anemone guts, fruity looped cantlings, ravenous scattered supper clubbed coughing up ******* on their strange and central affairs unit. Overcome the candisation and sugary affairs of any of the ***** and pops that erstwhile matter less and less. We are speaking of nomenclatures that don't arise. Promises and by which confession aloof romanticizes every Tom dicking Mary that carries the theory of sustainable energy, prussian blue, and irregular browsing.
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:46 AM UTC
Irregular Browsing: A Temperamental Prussian Blue
ask anyone i know: i have a tendency to forget things. i forgot moose's middle name my password what day i have to go to the dentist what i did yesterday if i ate this morning what year i stopped talking to ryan the words to my favorite moldy peaches song the name of a childhood friend the book that i was supposed to return the movie i was supposed to bring the cookies i was supposed to bake the smile i was supposed to smile the words i was supposed to say but this is only lately. i used to remember everything i thought my tactic of not thinking about the bad things made the bad things not real but it only makes me forgetful
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Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
long term memory loss
Load Steam and select old nostalgic pre-purchased game     You must log into uPlay to play this game Log into old uPlay account     Login failed, you should request password reset Request password reset     Password reset sent to old email account Log into old email account.     Your old email account is now suspended, please contact support Contact email support You must have an active subscriber account number to contact support Contact uPlay to inform them old email address no longer available     You must log into uPlay to contact uPlay Create new uPlay account, log in and request old uPlay account details     You must send us screenshot of your steam account Log into active email account to upload screenshot You must add security to this account, please provide a second email address Provide second email address details     You must log into second email address to confirm ownership Log into second email account, confirm security change     Security confirmed, please log into primary email account Log into primary email, upload image to uPlay     Please wait for technical assistance ...
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 7:38 AM UTC
The Lost Password
See that little match-stick, see that candle there? See that hard-worn photograph taken for a year? Take them punches, boxer-girl! Much to your chagrin, it comes back in equal part - hard and deep within. Consider bonds between us heat. And fuel, the time we spent sleeping close in tousled sheets - a sky towards us, bent: gray and cloudless, quick and fleet. Candle-flame is meant. to take those memories, and to eat the message that you sent. Photo attachment 1: You, him - bottle of Cointreau. Bite marks on your thigh like only I should have left! Grass (both types), a camera. Wrestling. ****** *** Photo attachment 2: You, him: carousels, cloven-footed balloon-man (whistling high and wee). Hot dogs. Ocean. Wrestling. ****** *** Photo attachment 3: There was something about a penguin… and there was cake involved. Polarbears - must have been a zoo. Causing me to mope at the keyboard: wrestling, ****** *** Photo attachment 4: It’s really just *** now. Photo attachment 5: Please stop. Shouldn’t be so callous: that password is personal. I shouldn’t really have it, Well, this is what I get for exploring the caverns of iniquity (that’s slang for your hard-drive), ***** little … I can’t … cuss you out. All photographs marked 10/18/07 for devastation. Now, this thing has ended: sad, though brief and gleeful. We were consumed by happiness, never sorrowful and nothing meaningful; everything beautiful, nothing painful. Princess, that work was masterful - breaking that, making great things hurtful. But worse still? I can’t hate you.
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Mar 5, 2010
Mar 5, 2010 at 11:29 AM UTC
Pixelblush
See that little match-stick, see that candle there? See that hard-worn photograph taken for a year? Take them punches, boxer-girl! Much to your chagrin, it comes back in equal part - hard and deep within. Consider bonds between us heat. And fuel, the time we spent sleeping close in tousled sheets - a sky towards us, bent: gray and cloudless, quick and fleet. Candle-flame is meant. to take those memories, and to eat the message that you sent. Photo attachment 1: You, him - bottle of Cointreau. Bite marks on your thigh like only I should have left! Grass (both types), a camera. Wrestling. ****** *** Photo attachment 2: You, him: carousels, cloven-footed balloon-man (whistling high and wee). Hot dogs. Ocean. Wrestling. ****** *** Photo attachment 3: There was something about a penguin… and there was cake involved. Polarbears - must have been a zoo. Causing me to mope at the keyboard: wrestling, ****** *** Photo attachment 4: It’s really just *** now. Photo attachment 5: Please stop. Shouldn’t be so callous: that password is personal. I shouldn’t really have it, Well, this is what I get for exploring the caverns of iniquity (that’s slang for your hard-drive), ***** little … I can’t … cuss you out. All photographs marked 10/18/07 for devastation. Now, this thing has ended: sad, though brief and gleeful. We were consumed by happiness, never sorrowful and nothing meaningful; everything beautiful, nothing painful. Princess, that work was masterful - breaking that, making great things hurtful. But worse still? I can’t hate you.
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Let's talk about those BOTS!! Now Shall We??? They are really doing the most; Do you Agree??? They be doing things that you JUST WON'T BELIEVE!! Asking for MONEY, and TRYING TO SCHEME!!! They send FRIEND REQUEST, and hack your PROFILE, pretending to be you, TRY TO LOG IN, GET LOCKED OUT You change your PASSWORD, and then get back in, a few months later HERE WE GO AGAIN!! They portray your FRIENDS, and you know they are not, TAKE HEED to what they do, Chances are IT'S A BOT!! between the SCAMMERS, the HACKERS, and these BOTS!! CYBERBULLYING!! is another one, WE go through A LOT, THEY'RE Just getting STARTED, So you better BEWARE!! The WEB is so DANGEROUS; so PROCEED WITH CARE!!! B.R. Date: 04/12/2023
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Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 11:05 AM UTC
🤖BOTS🤖
I let him in Through the back door He alone Holds the password. Seldom knocks But often enough; Through the tiny peephole Of the unresolved, I take the chain Off the door. I keep my skirt While he unbuttons my heart That door policy is rough But he earns my trust; That love hurts 'Til a gentle push. Unlock The secrets to my core; The fissure Of pleasure For a full-frontal Of my soul. He sneaks In the back door Only he knows The password; No one is welcome But one.
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Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 3:59 PM UTC
Back door
How can you forgive something that has never been apologized for? It's an undeveloped photograph It's an unfinished sentence It's a working draft How can you forget something that has never been remembered? It's an unopened package It's a safe without a key It's a lost baggage It keeps you searching It keeps you longing It keeps you deciphering The question The answer The password It keeps you hanging It keeps you wondering It keeps you waiting for The closure The end The full stop You need a period not a comma You need an end not a pause You need closure You need conclusion Because you need A new sentence A new stanza A new chapter A beginning from an ending
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May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
Hanging
Plenty of poems from broken hearts who got loved then dumped. Women writing poems about wanting a man back after he ***** dogged her. Don't take rocket scientist to know something wrong with that picture. Clue to men who ain't going to stay put even if he put a ring on it. He's flirting with everything in a skirt, He ain't attentive after he hit it, You gotta be the one always calling, He don't call unless he wants to hit, He gets defensive when you want to know why he wasn't where he said he'd be. Those are signs he's c-h-e-a-t-i-n-g and so are the ones coming up. You catch him in lies and he makes you think your losing it. He closes window of his computer when you enter the room. All his is password protected and he wont tell you his passwords. He's getting and receiving text messages he wont let you read. He leaves the room when he gets a  call. If you answer his phone you get hang ups, phone rings until he answers. He wont let you meet his friends or his family. He starts arguments so you wont go with him when he leaves. Men don't get ****** cause I'm ratting you out. Read one too many heart break poems to be sorry for truth telling on my gender. Men think about *** when they not having it. If he don't want to hit it he's hitting it else where. Coming up is ones to skip and avoid.   You can skip the ones who look at your cleavage and not your eyes. You can skip the ones who live with mamma. If he wants you to hurry up and quit talking or makes you feel like you can't do nothing right, skip him too ladies or you gonna be bawling your eyes out over him.
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Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 5:44 PM UTC
Is he cheating?
Plenty of poems from broken hearts who got loved then dumped. Women writing poems about wanting a man back after he ***** dogged her. Don't take rocket scientist to know something wrong with that picture. Clue to men who ain't going to stay put even if he put a ring on it. He's flirting with everything in a skirt, He ain't attentive after he hit it, You gotta be the one always calling, He don't call unless he wants to hit, He gets defensive when you want to know why he wasn't where he said he'd be. Those are signs he's c-h-e-a-t-i-n-g and so are the ones coming up. You catch him in lies and he makes you think your losing it. He closes window of his computer when you enter the room. All his is password protected and he wont tell you his passwords. He's getting and receiving text messages he wont let you read. He leaves the room when he gets a  call. If you answer his phone you get hang ups, phone rings until he answers. He wont let you meet his friends or his family. He starts arguments so you wont go with him when he leaves. Men don't get ****** cause I'm ratting you out. Read one too many heart break poems to be sorry for truth telling on my gender. Men think about *** when they not having it. If he don't want to hit it he's hitting it else where. Coming up is ones to skip and avoid.   You can skip the ones who look at your cleavage and not your eyes. You can skip the ones who live with mamma. If he wants you to hurry up and quit talking or makes you feel like you can't do nothing right, skip him too ladies or you gonna be bawling your eyes out over him.
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