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"precautions" poems
Depression... angry vultures pecking at my mind Depression... crying glass out of my eyes Depression... a pretty portrait with only black lines Depression... defeating the purpose to fall in love Depression... street roses red of mistrust Depression... scars hidden under an innocent cut Depression... suicidal thoughts as an only option Depression... OCD with a lot of precautions Depression... misbehaving to fill a little noticed Depression... irritating as a bleeding nose Depression... an excuse non excused of sickness Depression... told to get over yourself and weakness Depression... coping with life by stress eating Depression... looking for another high in an addiction Depression... sounds so wrong when you're Christian Depression, depression, depression, **** this depression
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Nov 18, 2022
Nov 18, 2022 at 3:39 PM UTC
**** Depression
yes, you can kiss my rose petal eyelids my stained cheeks my humming neck my willing waist my burning skin anywhere on my restless body but kiss my lips, and I'll spend the rest of my life aching grieving searching for your stinging tongue   fate assured me    we'd burn violently     but ultimately suns die      every flame grows tired       every bulb will break       every wick will drown        charred and regretful     weary and worn out    drained of energy   choking for air i'm not ready to ignite just yet
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Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 8:02 AM UTC
safety precautions
Locked eyes touching lips an act so beautiful or so ugly making love having *** different names different reasons different positions vaginal, oral, **** or ************ Trying for a baby wanting some fun don't have time, so make it quick or have a moment alone what ever your reasons what ever positions take precautions Condoms Tests Pills One act can turn into a lifetime mistake what ever your reasons what ever you positions stay safe
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
Adults only (Only read if over 18)
But you're untouchable, and though your eyes speak differently; the invitation is imagined, the closeness; mere proximity. I had no instruction, and no intention to adhere. You prodded, pulled and pushed my precautions aside, passively dealing every blow. But I couldn't even wound your pride; You are untouchable.
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Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 4:16 PM UTC
Untouchable
She was vengeful. But against whom could she retribute her vengeance? The rich guy who ***** her and ruined her life? The police for harassing her in the name of interrogation? Lawyers who tormented her and ***** her all over again with the twenty questions? The inconsiderate jury who were bent on paying their children's school fees? The lab assistant for lying to the jury that she had absolutely no sign of being ***** and she was making this up only because she got pregnant in the act? The parents and teachers of the evil vandal who made him that way? The media who were more interested in making it to the front page rather than sympathizing with her? The government for taking safety precautions so lightly? Neighbours who looked her down with contempt? Or herself for not being strong enough to protect herself. Whom could she blame?
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
Vengeance
My eyes are steady on the mission I know when to hit the gas like an acceleration Or when to slow it down like friction I'll use previous wins for my motivation Past losses and mistakes as my precautions I refuse to be a prisoner of my own decisions Rather, an achiever of my intentions I don't know it all, so I'll ask questions Instead of making silly assumptions I won't chicken out, I have 100% dedication!
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Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 12:53 PM UTC
Mission
She is a landmine, of profuse love; No precautions necessary.
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
Landmines
I've taken special precaution to protect myself. Meaning, I don't give my email to people I do not know. My phone number is clutched to my chest. Even my real name is never disclosed. I live by pseudonym. Pandarra, Pandakin or simply just Panda. And' If that's not to your liking. Try; Vearena, Vearona or even Vea. I have lots of names, all of them a mouthful as they roll off your tongue. I live with precautions, to keep people at bay. Too many idiots and pervert now-a-days. But that's not the worst, heathens and **** dwell as well. People who are working the angles to make a quick buck or two off the naive and the unknowing. So learn from me well; live with precautions. Keep people at arms length, because then, and only then, can they not sink their teeth in.
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 2:38 PM UTC
Pseudonym
It was one of those unfair things like scabies or head-lice. Although it can happen to anybody regardless of precautions by the time you realize it has happened to you It is too late. Despite having no reason to be ashamed or embarrassed, She was ...and felt awkward too. Similarly, she wanted to hide herself away from the world until she was cured and rid of the irritation. Being jilted ******
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Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 7:53 PM UTC
Unfairness
You avoid my skin like it's an explosive Knowing that just one touch will ignite a fire that you won't be able to contain. One slight brush & you ignore all precautions & jump head first into the flames Waves of lust soon extinguish my burning fire & as you rest in embers, your blood boils with the feelings of self-deceit. You really thought you could withstand the heat.
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Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
Burning Lust
and oddly enough, H is the only letter in the alphabet that can accommodate vowels the easiest, and subsequently laughter. well m can too, but it's more of a jolly hmm in between sudden outbursts of h and co. and on Sunday i get to read about a prince moaning quote: 'at home on my arse'... oi oi ***** Harry, where the magnum? call on Clint Klein and head into the eastern woods! 'there be a bowl of spaghetti there waiting for ya' the leprechaun said. ah a job, ah a family, ah George the usurper of attention seeking girlies... 10 years in the army, and then bust, using a Ouija board to stop being employed by McDonald's; but hey! it's Sunday... can't a price have his day?               god, this humour is so cheap                        it's almost gagging                                   for canned laughter,              but it ain't getting any, shame,    and double shame for Fawlty Towers using it, whatnot and what care for all that "famous"                   intelligent humour of the British ballot box,     supposedly... if that **** is intelligent & funny why use                   such horrid precautions (psst... laziness)? slapstick does it for me, means i can be intelligent in other mediums.
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May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 11:59 AM UTC
H & Ouija (qui oui wee quee)
Dear 13 year old me, You are no longer sitting in your bathroom imagining your life as an 18 year old. Instead,  you are 18 sitting in your dorm room. Did you imagine it like this? This is a reminder that in 5 years you dyed your hair 5 different  colors, lost friends you thought would be with you always, and started University 8 hours from your hometown. Within those short 5 years you managed to hurt your family repeatedly, and then attempt to fix what you'd broken. you discovered your passions, learned a few things about love, and often times forgot to speak your mind. When you read this next you may be 20, or 31. You will think differently at that time, God I hope you do. Widen your horizons, your perspective. Please travel, and love even if you don't know how; imagine things again. Don't be scared but take precautions. Try and love your family. Please try, for me. Dye your hair, pierce things without letting your mom see. And just please, please try to be happy.
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 3:00 PM UTC
dear 13 year old me
Dear Poet Friends, this short poem was composed during the Summer of 2010, and posted on ‘Poemhunter.com’. Hope you like it. Thanks. WHEN YOU CATCH THAT FEVER! When the body temperature exceeds the normal, You know you have got the fever on you. High fever can get you in a delirium, And even inside the ICU! One must guard oneself from the Summer’s sun, Take precaution from exhaustion and heat. Wear dark glasses and use a parasol, And sun-tan lotion makes the picture complete. ‘Prevention is half the cure’, is an old saying which is true! With cool butter milk and iced lemonades, - You can keep that heat off you! Now there is another type of fever, more potent than that ‘Swine Flu’! It can strike you anywhere and anytime, And you cannot take adequate precautions too! When your heart starts to beat faster, - And a fever rages all inside. You get melancholic and delirious, - When someone calls the doctor by your bedside! But when no temperature gets recorded, And the doctor looks all concerned! For you have caught the 'Love’s Fever', - Oh, what a lovely way to burn!                                      -Raj Nandy, New Delhi (Comments from Fay Slims, a senior & a veteran poet from Cornwall, SW England:-  “Raj, catching that fever is never avoided by those who have given their heart!”)
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Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 9:24 AM UTC
WHEN YOU CATCH THAT FEVER!
I no longer possess the will nor train of thought to focus on education or socializing And whatever I manage to write has already been written by this hand in different variations but with the same emotional ailment Lethargy lies under my skin a blanket for my still blood I cannot shake it free or shrug it off I have to make an incision but I cannot make this decision because procrastination holds the scalpel and after it keenly sterilizes the blade and tends to the many precautions of this surgery, then inevitably becomes distracted by its other senses’ desires, my disease will have won
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Apr 9, 2012
Apr 9, 2012 at 3:19 PM UTC
What is the cure for lethargy?
He read me my precautions Only removing my own decay In return his novocaine  Don't you worry about nerve endings, They'll splinter up eject themselves away In time you'll teach yourself to capsulate the pain, Just sign your essence away, I'll give you more novocaine. "Sometimes it's better not to feel"
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Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC
Coffee and novocaine
My body say yes my mind says no The morning jog I've give lots of thought towards I've been thinking about doubling up on my cardio In my late twenties more changes going on than on puberty Getting means more maintenance and taking care of yourself Before I could jump into things now I have to stretch and take the proper precautions As time passes my body aches it doesn't heal like the same Shave once a week now I shave every other day If I remember to do so I remember before I could go on no sleep Now all I want to do is sleep I could drink and wake up no hang over I don't drink but I sense no tolerance I could eat everything now my stomachs is sensitive so I have to watch what I eat
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Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 11:01 AM UTC
Aging with changes
you’ve had your whole future mapped out since you were 16, sitting in homeroom and hand-picking your life. me, i’ve got no plans to speak of, still trying to figure myself out; everything major still undecided and undeclared because pandora’s box is always really pretty until you open it, and the future’s really alluring until you’re in it and you’re wondering if it really fits. and i know it’s stupid trying to plan for a car crash, to plan on ******* up   but i’ve been trying to take precautions in case i don’t grow into who you were counting on. i keep your promises tucked in my pocket, you make vows just to talk about it. and i don’t know much about fate because once my horoscope actually told me that i’ll be alone and unloved forever, born under an unlucky star, so i’m not placing my trust in the stars even if sometimes i get the sneaking suspicion they might just be right. i’m trying to dictate my own future without having a tongue, i’m trying to find a future i’ll be content living in. people are always waiting for time to run out, and i’ve always been waiting for the fall out. because i know all good things have to end all bands have to break up, all stars have to explode, all slow dances have to still, and eventually all loves have to run out in one way or another. and i’ve got front row seats to the inevitable explosion because you’re a heart attack and i’m totally doomed we’re just bombs going off too soon we’re just strangers dancing in a crowded room we’re just ****** up and wishing on the moon we’re just racking up casual causalities we’re just reading our fortunes in the coffee grinds and tea leaves, half-joking and half-a-little-too-honest when you peered at yours and said, “it says we’re gonna grow old and grey together, and move out of the city and have a bunch of loud mouthed kids with your eyes.” i don’t know about the future and i suppose you’d like to tell me about it, after all you’ve had your whole future mapped out since you were 16, sitting in homeroom and hand-picking your life. but it’s an affliction, all those ******* predictions. don’t tell me where you want to be in five years in from now; tell where you’re actually going to be tomorrow. because i was dying for this week to be over and then i was dying for this year to be over. and i can see it clearly, my whole life lived in transit on the way to something else. i was dying to finish high school and then i was dying to finish college and then i was just dying, and i forgot to live in the present in my rush to get to the future.
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Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC
if you'd tell me about the future
you’ve had your whole future mapped out since you were 16, sitting in homeroom and hand-picking your life. me, i’ve got no plans to speak of, still trying to figure myself out; everything major still undecided and undeclared because pandora’s box is always really pretty until you open it, and the future’s really alluring until you’re in it and you’re wondering if it really fits. and i know it’s stupid trying to plan for a car crash, to plan on ******* up   but i’ve been trying to take precautions in case i don’t grow into who you were counting on. i keep your promises tucked in my pocket, you make vows just to talk about it. and i don’t know much about fate because once my horoscope actually told me that i’ll be alone and unloved forever, born under an unlucky star, so i’m not placing my trust in the stars even if sometimes i get the sneaking suspicion they might just be right. i’m trying to dictate my own future without having a tongue, i’m trying to find a future i’ll be content living in. people are always waiting for time to run out, and i’ve always been waiting for the fall out. because i know all good things have to end all bands have to break up, all stars have to explode, all slow dances have to still, and eventually all loves have to run out in one way or another. and i’ve got front row seats to the inevitable explosion because you’re a heart attack and i’m totally doomed we’re just bombs going off too soon we’re just strangers dancing in a crowded room we’re just ****** up and wishing on the moon we’re just racking up casual causalities we’re just reading our fortunes in the coffee grinds and tea leaves, half-joking and half-a-little-too-honest when you peered at yours and said, “it says we’re gonna grow old and grey together, and move out of the city and have a bunch of loud mouthed kids with your eyes.” i don’t know about the future and i suppose you’d like to tell me about it, after all you’ve had your whole future mapped out since you were 16, sitting in homeroom and hand-picking your life. but it’s an affliction, all those ******* predictions. don’t tell me where you want to be in five years in from now; tell where you’re actually going to be tomorrow. because i was dying for this week to be over and then i was dying for this year to be over. and i can see it clearly, my whole life lived in transit on the way to something else. i was dying to finish high school and then i was dying to finish college and then i was just dying, and i forgot to live in the present in my rush to get to the future.
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More than once I've tried to push open a door that said pull, I suppose it's not a coincidence that I have never pulled thoughts from my head without at first trying to push them away. Safety precautions say that most doors should open outwards from an enclosed room, says that it's easier to escape if there were a fire -there's a fire inside of me, but my door opens inwards and I'm locked in the corner of the burning room I call my head. There's a sign over a door in the building I work at, it says 'exit' in a red light -which I found quite ironic, if red means stop, and exit means leave, where do I go? Most of life is spent in anticipation and haste, anxiety and fear of mistake; what changes have occurred that have made life a competition? We were taught as children that 'slow and steady wins the race,' so why am I speeding up at yellow streetlights, and running towards red exit signs? (NJ2014) © All Rights Reserved.
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Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 1:18 PM UTC
Yellow Lights and Exit Signs.
you held my hand, and, with that, my heart skipped a beat. don't fall in love with me i whispered. you showed me the world, and, with that, my lungs gasped for more air. don't fall in love with me again, i whispered. you took the stars and gave them to me, and, with that, my knees felt weak. don't fall in love with me. i warned you- a lot of times, yes. but i forgot to warn myself; i forgot that i am but naive. and after all my precautions, it was i who fell. i fell in love with you.
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 12:50 AM UTC
Precaution
Depression ain't no joke ya know one minute you're fine, the next you're six feet underground Bet you didn't see that coming Depression ain't no joke ya know Then it only gets worse when someone who doesn't even know your pain has the audacity to say,"Get over it" "Get over it," only if it was the simple Do you think I enjoy always being sad and confused Looking at the grounds as if it was the skies above DEPRESSION AIN'T NO JOKE YA KNOW Then society never lets you grow from it No, it must continuously pound you through the ground until your force to submit Depression ain't no joke ya know Now you're an angel hanging from a ceiling fan Only instead of glowing with a smile upon your face and wings on you're back, You have a look of despair, and tears dripping down your face Depression ain't no joke ya know Then you realize it was only dream and you're still alive Causing you to cry yourself back to sleep Only to be woken up once more by another bad dream Depression ain't no joke ya know No one seems to understand you Then you become the weird quiet kid in the back of the classroom One who envy the smiles upon everyone's face So you put up a fake one just for precautions Just to seem like you're not the sourpuss in the room You know the one killing everyone's vibe Then you try and mingle a little to back it up But that's always where you go wrong You just began to stare off into space By space I mean the worms in the ground Then you close yours eyes attempting to hide the crimson tears Your goodbyes have been said mentally You are now dead but alive Hoping to be one day resurrected from your own ashes The game is finally over And the cause is death by depression
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Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC
Game Over: Death by Depression
Depression ain't no joke ya know one minute you're fine, the next you're six feet underground Bet you didn't see that coming Depression ain't no joke ya know Then it only gets worse when someone who doesn't even know your pain has the audacity to say,"Get over it" "Get over it," only if it was the simple Do you think I enjoy always being sad and confused Looking at the grounds as if it was the skies above DEPRESSION AIN'T NO JOKE YA KNOW Then society never lets you grow from it No, it must continuously pound you through the ground until your force to submit Depression ain't no joke ya know Now you're an angel hanging from a ceiling fan Only instead of glowing with a smile upon your face and wings on you're back, You have a look of despair, and tears dripping down your face Depression ain't no joke ya know Then you realize it was only dream and you're still alive Causing you to cry yourself back to sleep Only to be woken up once more by another bad dream Depression ain't no joke ya know No one seems to understand you Then you become the weird quiet kid in the back of the classroom One who envy the smiles upon everyone's face So you put up a fake one just for precautions Just to seem like you're not the sourpuss in the room You know the one killing everyone's vibe Then you try and mingle a little to back it up But that's always where you go wrong You just began to stare off into space By space I mean the worms in the ground Then you close yours eyes attempting to hide the crimson tears Your goodbyes have been said mentally You are now dead but alive Hoping to be one day resurrected from your own ashes The game is finally over And the cause is death by depression
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Out behind the blood red barn. Hauling off a cigarette, all of 12 years old. Across the spring sewn fields at the edge of the treeline a bobcat, seemingly oblivious to my shenanigans, moves slowly, methodically. Perhaps looking for some small snack. The wisps of clouds cast see-through shadows on the landscape. My mind drifts with the run-of-the-mill thoughts. Thoughts of a boy out of touch with the adult work-a-day world. I'm just trying not to get caught smoking, neglecting to take any precautions like washing my hands or even chewing some gum.
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May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 10:39 AM UTC
Blood Red Barn
ANAL-RETENTIVE (Pea-Brains & Fecal-Matters) There’s obvious precautions For a ditsy-twerk’s ‘bottoming’   Cleanliness is the foremost-thing Fore & aft, as a sailor might put-it Don’t put that ****** away, just yet When the Fleets in & the play’s the thing, be smart & cautionary & clean May end-up with a nasty sphincter Where anyone would rather-not like to sit upon, either, ever, & never An oz. of precaution is worth a lb. of cure & the cure might-be a worst disaster than ever it’s antidote — Ray Laccetti
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May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 9:56 AM UTC
ANAL-RETENTEIVE
Love is an accident Waiting to happen Despite all precautions It catches us napping. Sometimes it sneaks up On innocent youth Or blindsides some victim Who‘s long in the tooth. It lurks in our schools But prefers crowded bars (It’s occasionally found in the back seat of cars.) It often times chooses a boy and a girl Except in the Village That’s a whole different world. Love is an accident Like you see every day But you know how that is- You just can’t look away.
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Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 8:58 PM UTC
Love is an Accident