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At the last minute a word is waiting
not heard that way before and not to be
repeated or ever be remembered
one that always had been a household word
used in speaking of the ordinary
everyday recurrences of living
not newly chosen or long considered
or a matter for comment afterward
who would ever have thought it was the one
saying itself from the beginning through
all its uses and circumstances to
utter at last that meaning of its own
for which it had long been the only word
though it seems now that any word would do
Riya Nov 2020
I always wonder
If I'm just
On my own
Thoughts
Without any
One
To know me
But
Do they care
Like I care?
I always wonder.
For one sin, you
knelt, you wept and
promised no recurrences,
You told Him,
You've had enough.

But you wake up
the next morning, and
put on the same shirt with
stains of yesterday,
Though you scrubbed it till
your hands blister.

Promises of purity are sweet,
But the vices you dabble in,
They're decadent.
And thus you indulge,
Ravenously.
A note of remembrance to myself, and us all.
S Smoothie Apr 2016
Time spins circles of recurrences
I'm never sure if it's the past or present
The effect you have on me,
Cares nothing for time
It is immune
No defences to wear away
There were never any built
You seep into my consciousness
And surround me with your frequencies
The reverberation of your soul enlivens me
Your energy spellbinds me
Memory and fantasy merge
You words quaver through my senses
Your love keeps me warm
Wish you were never here
Victoria McShane Mar 2015
Double recurrences
Same event, replayed,
Plus another similarity
Played out in front of me..

I heard the engines explode
And the fireballs hit the ground
The lava came up
And I screamed

I heard the lives end,
Of people loved so much,
I saw the world collapse,
And jolted awake

But I knew
That what I saw
Was what you see
Every day


The double 9/11,
And the transgender in the car,
Were just randomized
But was it a coincidence?

My brain is twisted,
Shows me the cruel sides,
Tormenting me,
Crying out for help

I will never un-see
What I just saw happen
One, was again, the other, a first
Scarred permanently in my head forever for the worst of reasons
respect the edges of your awareness
dreams are being born anew
i am from the future
and very fond of these recurrences
in order to know that we are human
it must be quite necessary
to often feel so **** confused

i am a formless silence
god is the unchained mind
firmly let yourself discover
the interludes that fill you
with the deepest sense of wonder
we shine like diamond lines of selenite
as concubines combine beauty and insight
limits are lost upon
the dawn’s dancing fingers
they swim in an entanglement of secrets
- May 2021
With your lips you say the nicest things
As I stare, I wonder what else does it brings
Lusciously it seems as I gaze from afar
if I bite, would it leave on a scar?

The feeling ardors as I fantasize occurrences
The figment appears as recurrences –
Of Reality and Imagination; its concurrence
From what the eyes could see anticipates it happens

Though as wondering, I could only think when
As well as how good it tastes and lingers then
While you grasp on the fabric as I do on wheel
Lusciously it is, though its touch is surreal
Mateuš Conrad Jan 2020
and i have lived the life of a butterfly -
we all get a chance,
it usually lasts for half a year -
there's courting, there's even the remote
"concern": mystique regarding
a taste in music,
one might even venture as far as working
a ****** night-club job to buy
a mandolin...

it's a grand awaiting...
there's a cocktail of personality,
character building...
there are even scenes of carnal endeavours...
there's taking a bath together...
there's: using a ****** to ****
while she's on her period...
there's the 7 hour marathon the night
prior to the day you're about to leave...

6 months of a butterfly's existence...
in this ape cranium...
for all it's worth...
after that: en masse politico...
and this glorified: delay of gratification?
as in a train timetable?
and the "delayed gratification"
being nothing more than...
taking a train journey?

all my best instances of using language
are... probably exhausted...
then comes the bypassing tactics...
bulgarian prostitutes in east london...
again: there's no thrill...
but there's also less psychological baggage...

in between there's music...
i'm only thankful for having this existence
forced upon me...
because i can at least appreciate it...
i can't write it: but i can appreciate it...
perhaps that's the lowest ebb
of being a composer...
that... almost assured...
disdain for being able to write music:
but not enjoy it...
to be even remotely distracted by it...
i honestly can't imagine
Beethoven being able to enjoy music...

i'm waiting for the story about a painter
that went blind...
and painted blind afterwards...
paintings with a priori red and blue
and cubism and...
what emerged from the gob of
the cerberus a posteriori...
with regards to red and blue and cubism...

but my... how people have aged...
i fair no better: nearing 34 i can double my age...
i was buying a liter of ms. amber today
with some ginger ale...
and i fell in love with the cashier...
the usual suspects of: plump, short...
but eyes are wild and wide as the oceans...
it's almost as if she was attempting
to look for the inverted niqab...

what is keeping people certain
of an idealism around poetry and love?
is no one out there with a broken leg...
limping: "all of a sudden"?
everyone's an idealist... up to a point...
then some variation of existentialism
comes to the fore...
and when it does...
it does like a sour grape...

at best most satisfied with what life
has harvested...
a nuance here, a mistake on my behalf
regarding: what could have been
treated as friendship...
but otherwise before me?
a hell is: just a little bit worse than
where i currently reside...
a heaven is: just a little bit better than
where i currently reside -
which by such estimates is...
limbo...

big words: splinter wounds...
this is what it feels: remotely: "feels" like...
over-priced punctuation
arithmetic or otherwise...

at least with a vivid pain i could
imagine it better...
better as in: elevated above...
the numbing...
that crowns itself the king most
non-specific...
there's always something concrete...
but by the time it is allowed
a concrete argument...
there's that diffusion in the spirit
of negation...
since it can't be doubted...
there's that alternative en route of
denial...
if only one were to keep one's
dissatisfactions in great a number
and always incremental...
no life changing prospect...
no back-log of an event and its cascade...

if one were a tad more vociferous...
no matter... baron night awaits
with his usual constellation of stars
and... his desert of a dream that never comes
even as an oasis fata morgana...

indeed: sleep is a fact...
dream is the fiction...
i have the science... i don't have the Stendhal...
what's left? a sample of how somone used
language that did not revel in
terms & services post-scriptums...
no political obligations...
no heavily invested in character listings
and plot twists...
this is at best...
a raw cucumber...
one would wish for a gherkin...
it's a raw potato and not an oven baked
crisp and golden wedge...

it's a postcard of an evening...
or at least: nearing midnight...
you can sense this barrage of exhausted
recurrences...
when life becomes a preditable plateau
for whatever life's worth it has
lodged between the thrill of youth
and the nagging of hanging scythe
and the dead serious shadow...

at least this allows me a rare "insight"
into either the saturday or the sunday edition
of newspapers... with headlines like:
i don't need a man, i need a ***** donor...
the opinion pieces...
the restaurant critics...
this really must be a lived elsewhere...
it's not a life coincidental with me...
it's synchronised - but parallel...

i can find myself here: almost grateful...
melancholic - but grateful...
that... i neither have: in order that i might gloat...
or that i don't have: and allow myself
the chance to cook it myself...
i sometimes imagine why i would never
find myself in a restaurant...
it's that old saying:
some people eat to live...
while others live to eat...

the restaurant is therefore an alien concept...
i find a brothel more accommodating...
when i found it more accommodating...
but even that funfaire died a solemn wave-goodbye...

if there's a moral argument against brothels...
i find one for the restaurant...
perhaps i will never be a big fan
of talking while eating food...
esp. if... the conversation regarding this
seance... was usually reserved for
the people who would eat something they
just hunted...
perhaps...
talking while eating food is weird to me...
esp. in a theatre of a restaurant...
talking while ******* is also odd...
maybe i'm just odd...

then again: what's new?
Johnny Noiπ Apr 2019
Balu Temple High Mount
to understand the gospel
of the hot and clear
of their famous African
crazy demons in a pocket
silver black West Japan's
broken beach
and system bedding
called SKA blazing
house with an invisible
cat machine, Poets
are friendly episodes;
Arab Jewish yields
Empty sterilized system
Cut a new killing
Georgia to Take
advantage of a pregnant
woman. Calling a set
of floods, leaves, lady's
Stems walking; wrong
Aliza Barbie Maecenas
Socks System overall
picture of the whole
sky at last, If so, you
are drinking wet soil
sure to get excited
by the magnificent
scent of the holy daughter
of the lights to illuminate
the meaning of alchemy...

• The fact of the matter
is that electricity emits
light emitting from light
emitted particles with
light emitted particles.
English is too late, at
the same time, "burning
with fire: the first,
relative to the lunar
circle O (3 words),
from the end of the 17th
century to the 1800s".

In the spiral, each triangle shares a side with two others giving a visual proof that the sequence also satisfies the recurrence relation. Starting from this, the defining recurrence and other recurrences as they are discovered, one can create an infinite number of further recurrences by repeatedly replacing the sequence satisfying the same recurrence relations as the sequence, although it has different initial values. This is a property of recurrence relations. The sequence can be obtained from the sequence by the following formula: If you are a prophet and you have gifts, you will have a famous name and be called the Prophet.

And I met all the heavenly birds, a great and
beautiful Christian. It gives you instructions
and gives you a long, long life. You can go with
the dead, you can join the fire. Another of Yuji
and Guojo, this is because the last three episodes
of Immanuel's ****** history have changed three.
Thus, both gravity rickshaws connect to the Rockies
Sergeant (2nd Rockies), and Lin is very similar,
so she will be the same person. It was the most
famous at the end of the Second Cross War
at the end of the year, and the judge's judge has
previously disputed disputes between both sides,
birth between men and women and joy and ******
gambling. You're It For Women. Marking
the "10-man mirror" judgment, Theresa replied,
"But this woman is 10 percent." Please note
that you are free to answer and you think you
have completed your Jupiter summary. If you
give him the gift of prophecy and give it to the
world, I don't believe in tar, 7 generations and
the great joy of the world - I don't believe in the
first automatic prediction... "The last fourth
and last question is not to use, but when it
comes to solving nursing homes around the
world, it is that the fight was offensive
or obstructive, Alexis immediately" Night
"Tziraan, the first Kushy night game, destroyed
the first night Alexis Axn, we know what we
have done now, but we know there is nothing.

Do you have problems with the mafia on the street? Blind people are aware of your ignorance and just like your eyes in the rest of your life, anti-terrorism contradictions will no longer be lost in Antigona prison, Unfortunately my tears is a warning about these things and brought them to the house of Tarela, it is chronological, short, direct, but slow, your car, audiovisual material (Oppa), and his wife I wrote a minute, and when Teresa's time ended in twenty years boy Siberian unloads study time, we do not require sunrise with his friends.

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