"precarity" poems - Hello Poetry

I feel jailed in my own body socially forced to conceive emotionally sick hurt within Scared to transmit pain in this age of depression reminding my ancestors' culpability; will I also hurt my descendant? Struggling to finish a phd in this age of precarity thinking it might push me; Or, will I fail it all?

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Aug 3, 2018

Aug 3, 2018 at 4:46 PM UTC

syrduav

Now, pregnant:

I feel jailed in my own body socially forced to conceive emotionally sick hurt within Scared to transmit pain in this age of depression reminding my ancestors' culpability; will I also hurt my descendant? Struggling to finish a phd in this age of precarity thinking it might push me; Or, will I fail it all?

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at its own axiomatic level we begin a dance a dance a dance and there are shades ― fly off from the other? a spindle a a fly ― difference we make ourselves a difference a complexity an intricate form that spills over and everywhere and is alive apart from itself as if this difference making were for itself, for our own ego rather than to pull the other the other’s difference pointlessly intricate motionful machines that well up beyond their own depths and but the content ― a meaningful making and on and on and drives ― turns on it urns iand urns un n uwuw uwuw uwuuwu wuuwuwuwuwuuwuw ― the measure of a drop is in ― everyone dances in their own light ― what if satire is all you see! ― everything ive ever wanted to say 12 yr old has already fallen out a tree ― everybody hold themselves so high and precious but their own being is only meagre pitiful one space arrow e there is a being that we strive for but only ourselves feel and only others know yet so many want the other to feel what they can only know come grieff and grief and grif ― i dont get why anyone cares we do what we do and it stupid why you wanna let the other in ? only reason u think they smart is they aint let u in so i says let em be . ― everyone all love precarity cant love themselves sothey strike out when the other they want to love them for themselves dont love them for themselves thats an impossibility ! ― FRAGILE PEOPLE PRETENDING THEY’RE NOT BaM BAM! whys all the positivity make all lie and die why do you care so much about yourself that you desire the other to see? you are meagre you are petty and that’s all you are. resentment is thinking otherwise. nobody cares about your drives!!!!!!!!!! and the more you think they should the more they wont!!!!!!!!!!!silly!!!!!!!!! the togetherness of not- let people sweep and slide then drift n loop! ― everoy ! neurotic big weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ― then why are peopplr loenly? ― cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light ― its own singular yearning pulls back the body of marx and the whole black moon ― black moon! black moon! howls the end howls the night simpering spat spat spat spatchooey! cross yarn and tip a spews the thunder and the back back back of no where curses like a shut down whine ― are you perfectly everywhere not this is the only series of questions in philosophy senpai desu desu bakkkooou!!

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Aug 4, 2019

Aug 4, 2019 at 10:54 PM UTC

mitakiharashi

03-08-2019 | 3:40AM-5:04AM

at its own axiomatic level we begin a dance a dance a dance and there are shades ― fly off from the other? a spindle a a fly ― difference we make ourselves a difference a complexity an intricate form that spills over and everywhere and is alive apart from itself as if this difference making were for itself, for our own ego rather than to pull the other the other’s difference pointlessly intricate motionful machines that well up beyond their own depths and but the content ― a meaningful making and on and on and drives ― turns on it urns iand urns un n uwuw uwuw uwuuwu wuuwuwuwuwuuwuw ― the measure of a drop is in ― everyone dances in their own light ― what if satire is all you see! ― everything ive ever wanted to say 12 yr old has already fallen out a tree ― everybody hold themselves so high and precious but their own being is only meagre pitiful one space arrow e there is a being that we strive for but only ourselves feel and only others know yet so many want the other to feel what they can only know come grieff and grief and grif ― i dont get why anyone cares we do what we do and it stupid why you wanna let the other in ? only reason u think they smart is they aint let u in so i says let em be . ― everyone all love precarity cant love themselves sothey strike out when the other they want to love them for themselves dont love them for themselves thats an impossibility ! ― FRAGILE PEOPLE PRETENDING THEY’RE NOT BaM BAM! whys all the positivity make all lie and die why do you care so much about yourself that you desire the other to see? you are meagre you are petty and that’s all you are. resentment is thinking otherwise. nobody cares about your drives!!!!!!!!!! and the more you think they should the more they wont!!!!!!!!!!!silly!!!!!!!!! the togetherness of not- let people sweep and slide then drift n loop! ― everoy ! neurotic big weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ― then why are peopplr loenly? ― cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light cherished being in a bridge of light ― its own singular yearning pulls back the body of marx and the whole black moon ― black moon! black moon! howls the end howls the night simpering spat spat spat spatchooey! cross yarn and tip a spews the thunder and the back back back of no where curses like a shut down whine ― are you perfectly everywhere not this is the only series of questions in philosophy senpai desu desu bakkkooou!!

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hollow cardboard reach and the destitution of the earth and lives that don’t matter the open wound of living under capitalism a horizon of black spots mangled neurons worthless towers lined to the sky production unto pollution putrefaction and the whole end the whole ******* end the whole queers ***** in prison blacks killed in custody xenophobic masturbatory farmers decimating the land modern death is class war race war gender war a systemic genocide through slow violence laws drafted stressing interpersonal violence over corporate negligence social stratification unequal access to housing, food and education MAY 68 **** your gender binary, your race hierarchy, your CV, your Christmas, think positive ******** **** your borders, your rape-apologising, your colourblindness, your class privilege, your white fragility, your selective free speech, your hegemonic masculinity, your silicon valley entrepreneurialism, your cultural imperialism, your meat industry, your deforestation, your piece of **** accommodation, your debt economy, your war economy, your prison economy, your unpaid women’s domestic economy that upholds the entire heteropatriarchal world **** YOUR CAPITALISM precarity unto subjugation, alienation, destitution an increasing youth suicide rate an inflation rate rising faster than minimum wage a lack of jobs while you tell us we’re worthless beneficiaries a system that chases profit at the cost of existence the entire concept of meritocracy debt as a promise of payment yet to exist enforced return to nothing

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Oct 3, 2017

Oct 3, 2017 at 7:16 AM UTC

mitakiharashi

modern dying

hollow cardboard reach and the destitution of the earth and lives that don’t matter the open wound of living under capitalism a horizon of black spots mangled neurons worthless towers lined to the sky production unto pollution putrefaction and the whole end the whole ******* end the whole queers ***** in prison blacks killed in custody xenophobic masturbatory farmers decimating the land modern death is class war race war gender war a systemic genocide through slow violence laws drafted stressing interpersonal violence over corporate negligence social stratification unequal access to housing, food and education MAY 68 **** your gender binary, your race hierarchy, your CV, your Christmas, think positive ******** **** your borders, your rape-apologising, your colourblindness, your class privilege, your white fragility, your selective free speech, your hegemonic masculinity, your silicon valley entrepreneurialism, your cultural imperialism, your meat industry, your deforestation, your piece of **** accommodation, your debt economy, your war economy, your prison economy, your unpaid women’s domestic economy that upholds the entire heteropatriarchal world **** YOUR CAPITALISM precarity unto subjugation, alienation, destitution an increasing youth suicide rate an inflation rate rising faster than minimum wage a lack of jobs while you tell us we’re worthless beneficiaries a system that chases profit at the cost of existence the entire concept of meritocracy debt as a promise of payment yet to exist enforced return to nothing

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You are all your yesterdays and tomorrow you will be that plus today. What will you speak now, that will echo in a self only one sun rise and set away? Extend your hand into precarity, and meet a new you who has one mysterious day up their sleeves.

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May 15, 2016

May 15, 2016 at 1:16 AM UTC

colwhite54

Yesterdays

You are all your yesterdays and tomorrow you will be that plus today. What will you speak now, that will echo in a self only one sun rise and set away? Extend your hand into precarity, and meet a new you who has one mysterious day up their sleeves.

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I keep thinking about this summer—about starting a new school—and as soon as I do, I find myself internally monologuing and getting all high-schooly. It’s hoot, I know, but I can’t seem to help it. ‘You know,’ I think, as I’m eyeing myself in the bathroom mirror, ‘I’ll just turn up, looking good, feeling confident about myself and do whatever I want. I’ll go out, meet people and just be that vibe. I was conflabing with Lisa last night, as we painted our toenails, “I’m a sufficient person, right? I asked rhetorically, “I can work out my thoughts alone, happily pass periods of solitude—nourishing my soul on YouTube.. Ooo, I like that color,” I said. “You have personal power,” she assured me, as we admired her new nail polish color. Growing up, my parents moved us, like luggage, about every two years. You can’t just be like, “This is actually crazy.” You’re forced to make a start, with a certain callousness of spirit, because uprooting your day-to-day domestic life, leaving friends, is hard. But I’d end up ok, I integrate quickly, as I love dropping into new cultures—people are so nuanced and clever. So I've done this before, I have ‘lived experience,’ and I guess I can do it again. Still, I have this, what, adolescent nervousness, where my mind is spinning—even in dreams—planning my new first-day wardrobe, like a middle schooler, three months in advance (I’m a pre-crastinator). In my heart, I know the source of my untoward apprehension. Social precarity frightens me. I need other minds to rub up against and the constant stimulation and excitement of friends. But I’m a 21 year old, grown woman—what’s wrong with me? . Songs for this: These Days by Nico find my way home MisterWives

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Apr 1, 2025

Apr 1, 2025 at 1:01 AM UTC

anaisvionet

nervous

I keep thinking about this summer—about starting a new school—and as soon as I do, I find myself internally monologuing and getting all high-schooly. It’s hoot, I know, but I can’t seem to help it. ‘You know,’ I think, as I’m eyeing myself in the bathroom mirror, ‘I’ll just turn up, looking good, feeling confident about myself and do whatever I want. I’ll go out, meet people and just be that vibe. I was conflabing with Lisa last night, as we painted our toenails, “I’m a sufficient person, right? I asked rhetorically, “I can work out my thoughts alone, happily pass periods of solitude—nourishing my soul on YouTube.. Ooo, I like that color,” I said. “You have personal power,” she assured me, as we admired her new nail polish color. Growing up, my parents moved us, like luggage, about every two years. You can’t just be like, “This is actually crazy.” You’re forced to make a start, with a certain callousness of spirit, because uprooting your day-to-day domestic life, leaving friends, is hard. But I’d end up ok, I integrate quickly, as I love dropping into new cultures—people are so nuanced and clever. So I've done this before, I have ‘lived experience,’ and I guess I can do it again. Still, I have this, what, adolescent nervousness, where my mind is spinning—even in dreams—planning my new first-day wardrobe, like a middle schooler, three months in advance (I’m a pre-crastinator). In my heart, I know the source of my untoward apprehension. Social precarity frightens me. I need other minds to rub up against and the constant stimulation and excitement of friends. But I’m a 21 year old, grown woman—what’s wrong with me? . Songs for this: These Days by Nico find my way home MisterWives

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my past self looks back at the orbs I've shelved he remarks that of all the ways I could've disappeared he didn't think I would do it brazenly an unpigmented sun blasting into the Stygian stable of the dark horse called expectation makes his way delicately stepping into old feet nursing the ails of growing up grey quit leave abandon your job your uni your family follow me, feral child into the wilder paces a life unbuttoned deedless into a place where rest is not a rationed substance sleep under the willow tree with half-lidded precarity until a sheet of wool-tipped leaves dress you in slow beguiling serenity

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Aug 13, 2022

Aug 13, 2022 at 6:19 AM UTC

Star_Light

gilded & resigned

my past self looks back at the orbs I've shelved he remarks that of all the ways I could've disappeared he didn't think I would do it brazenly an unpigmented sun blasting into the Stygian stable of the dark horse called expectation makes his way delicately stepping into old feet nursing the ails of growing up grey quit leave abandon your job your uni your family follow me, feral child into the wilder paces a life unbuttoned deedless into a place where rest is not a rationed substance sleep under the willow tree with half-lidded precarity until a sheet of wool-tipped leaves dress you in slow beguiling serenity

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