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"reevaluating" poems
The process is to accept The progressive retardation Wrought by chemicals A necessary adjustment Reevaluating meaning Value and worth There comes a point when realization dawns The point where intellects breaks down to the base line of ignorance Where attachment is severed The process takes everything away from you But not before draining it dry of anything worth having And so the grandest theft Becomes The most glorious gift Of nothing (This is not easy to understand or comprehend, It is the chemicals patient handiwork that allows eyes to see To see and ears to hear To hear Without their scientifically regulated tutelage there are very very few methods that work in the 21st century that give them that side car joy ride straight the ribbon of BEING into to prayer closet of Nievana Those of us who aren't willing to give up the things we attach to The very things through which we define our selves, our souls, our minds, our hearts and our spirits Drop them, move on a live without When you realize you are living without, drip dmsomething else It is the most difficult thing in the world Yet by the end of the pilgrimage it has become too easy Happiness is with nothing Nothing is a clean slate for your imagination to create upon This is heaven - wants nothing to do with the world Process of chemicals and lack of sleep It's a good thing Though they who follow the path will be laughed at and scorned By people who will never understand them White trash bad *** and Rhoads scholar on the same page "How can they live if not like us?" You keep living, it's your calling We are called to the realm of the supernatural Where we will create our own heavens Songs, stories,books , interactive movies we may never die But if we do we know what we left behind I wii not find I difficult to close my eyes Having created in such a grand scale Albeit with chemicals and ignorance guiding my way
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May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC
Chemicals and ignorance (the process)
The process is to accept The progressive retardation Wrought by chemicals A necessary adjustment Reevaluating meaning Value and worth There comes a point when realization dawns The point where intellects breaks down to the base line of ignorance Where attachment is severed The process takes everything away from you But not before draining it dry of anything worth having And so the grandest theft Becomes The most glorious gift Of nothing (This is not easy to understand or comprehend, It is the chemicals patient handiwork that allows eyes to see To see and ears to hear To hear Without their scientifically regulated tutelage there are very very few methods that work in the 21st century that give them that side car joy ride straight the ribbon of BEING into to prayer closet of Nievana Those of us who aren't willing to give up the things we attach to The very things through which we define our selves, our souls, our minds, our hearts and our spirits Drop them, move on a live without When you realize you are living without, drip dmsomething else It is the most difficult thing in the world Yet by the end of the pilgrimage it has become too easy Happiness is with nothing Nothing is a clean slate for your imagination to create upon This is heaven - wants nothing to do with the world Process of chemicals and lack of sleep It's a good thing Though they who follow the path will be laughed at and scorned By people who will never understand them White trash bad *** and Rhoads scholar on the same page "How can they live if not like us?" You keep living, it's your calling We are called to the realm of the supernatural Where we will create our own heavens Songs, stories,books , interactive movies we may never die But if we do we know what we left behind I wii not find I difficult to close my eyes Having created in such a grand scale Albeit with chemicals and ignorance guiding my way
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Sometimes I leave in a rush I fly down the highway Always in a hurry to go somewhere Do something, Be something I stay out all night Don't ever go home No time for sleep Always have to keep going Sometimes I wake up and cry I struggle to leave I drive slowly Tears down my face Afraid that I'll return to nothing How could I be so stupid How could I not see I've been too busy Caught up in lifes' endeavours that I forgot about who matters most to me
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 6:27 PM UTC
Reevaluating
Today was chill I had breakfast with my cousin watched my favorite shows Read a fun book that kept my interest Took the car to get an oil change Went to work got done early Thinking about choices I've been given Reevaluating how I see others
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Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 3:19 AM UTC
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I'm about ready to collapse I can't go on My days are full of pain And my nights are nothing but me laying awake Thinking about everything I'm losing I'm bruising real easily Probably because I'm weakening I'm reevaluating my actions My passion If I don't succeed I'll be locked away in self pity Fall to my knees Wave the white flag and retreat You won't hear from me I'm trying to be strong But not for long I'm standing as tall as I possibly can **** Don't take everything that I am Since you've left I feel stuck in lost depth I don't know where my head is I've lost my mind Can't keep track of time I wish I could of said goodbye You are being put in the ground tomorrow That will be the beginning of my real sorrow I'm afraid that if I sleep I'll see you I don't know if I can handle seeing you I can't seem to move on Its only been a couple of days And I can't keep up My head says to get over it My heart says that's enough I can't take much more of this Stress is overflowing I'm lost in an abyss Everyone is trying to help But they don't see that I'm sinking
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Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 7:44 PM UTC
6 Feet Deep
Steady thrums and drums caused rifting thoughts, Reevaluating why confusion is so important. Curiosity killed the cat, the mischievous one. The murderer made way with a simple alibi A photograph in a collection of poems. A whisper in a crowd of screams and shadows. Things unseen, but felt, serve to remind Why constant isolation won't was away the messages Sent by a silence and a distant stare. Open books stained with salt and spirits Haunt a space that should not have formed. Lava spills out like a child's science project. Maybe it was an experiment. A torn open pocket in The rationality contained in the ghosts of minds. Quiet and demented secrets whisper cunning propositions. And maybe it was just a silly dream in the mind of a ***** Telling the true and false is never accurate, after all Who are we to say what is right and wrong? Write and erase? Just like everything that has Ever been said. Eyes are wide awake, but the Spirit behind them is a sleeping giant. Stupid and oblivious. Don't move, don't speak, don't try to make sense Of anything that anyone says, that's my advice. "Everything will be fine in the end."
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Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
Take Notes, Boy. You'll Need Them.
I can finally see why you did what you did. I can finally see how maybe I tried too hard to make you The One Good Thing, When you never auditioned for the part. I can finally see all the memories for what they really were- How even when we were wrapped in one another, we were never really a perfect fit. And how I tried so hard to unbutton your heart, I may have ripped some of the seams along the way. I can finally see why you gave me that movie, I can finally see why you always walked home, I can finally see why you sent me your poem, I can finally see why you told me you could never write a poem about me.
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Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC
reevaluating
Will the         light in the         parking lot show me who        I really am? This       midnight                sun       O, how I blind myself.
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Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 12:27 AM UTC
Reevaluating
I’m sorry but I’m actually going to begin reevaluating my life. I need to buckle down, and just get things straight for once. I can’t continue wasting my time with pointless, mindless things. I need substance. I am going to improve academically and just **** all social insecurities. I’ll be out of this town in about a year, I can handle a year of solitude. I find it easier that way, anyways. So, I’m sorry for being a ****** person. But I’m not going to apologize for anything anymore, because if you don’t like me, don’t like my concern, don’t like my emotions, and most certainly don’t like the person I’ve become, then I don’t think you are worthy of another apology.
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Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 10:21 PM UTC
Just a little something you can sink your teeth into
quite a conundrum this hum drum dumb song I've sung with a numb tongue I'm quite stung by my own bone I'm quite alone wishing that I could've shown wishing that I could've sung all the right tones walking on my tip toes untying all these ripped bows I'm trembling as I'm in the throes of reevaluating all that I know from here from here where do I go on from here how do I go on
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Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
over
I’m sorry but I’m actually going to begin reevaluating my life. I need to buckle down, and just get things straight for once. I can’t continue wasting my time with pointless, mindless things. I need substance. I am going to improve academically and just **** all social insecurities. I’ll be out of this town in about a year, I can handle a year of solitude. I find it easier that way, anyways. So, I’m sorry for being a ****** person. But I’m not going to apologize for anything anymore, because if you don’t like me, don’t like my concern, don’t like my emotions, and most certainly don’t like the person I’ve become, then I don’t think you are worthy of another apology.
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Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 10:21 PM UTC
Just a little something you can sink your teeth into
The moment I started to lose myself I knew it was wrong. When I became comfortable around you it became apparent you were becoming an obsession. My mind became clouded with only you. I thought it was okay to feel this way. I thought of you as my best friend even though what I felt was anything but platonic. Those moments I became enamored with a mere smile from you. When you started to ignore me I thought nothing of it. But then your cold gaze would trap me in its ever unfamiliar way. I didn't know what it meant but the fear would always be enough to keep me up at night. Did I do something wrong? My mind would then go in deep into myself to search for an answer. Suddenly I was reevaluating who I was. I deserved it. She was leaving me and the only reason I could find was me. My mind twisted everything around. In order to protect myself, I blamed her. She was perfect in every way while I was flawed in every way. I already knew it but I kept hiding under a sheet of narcissism. I didn't want to admit I was wrong. I didn't want to apologize for my mistakes. I spoke badly about her any chance I got. It would come out of mouth bitterly and I just wanted to spit it out before I could realize what a lie it all was. But of course, I would then step back and realize how wrong it was. I held a grudge while she was off accomplishing and prospering. I stayed in the past while she was making way for the future. My anger dissipated over the years. It turned into regret. It turned into self-hatred.
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May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC
A Bitter Grudge
The moment I started to lose myself I knew it was wrong. When I became comfortable around you it became apparent you were becoming an obsession. My mind became clouded with only you. I thought it was okay to feel this way. I thought of you as my best friend even though what I felt was anything but platonic. Those moments I became enamored with a mere smile from you. When you started to ignore me I thought nothing of it. But then your cold gaze would trap me in its ever unfamiliar way. I didn't know what it meant but the fear would always be enough to keep me up at night. Did I do something wrong? My mind would then go in deep into myself to search for an answer. Suddenly I was reevaluating who I was. I deserved it. She was leaving me and the only reason I could find was me. My mind twisted everything around. In order to protect myself, I blamed her. She was perfect in every way while I was flawed in every way. I already knew it but I kept hiding under a sheet of narcissism. I didn't want to admit I was wrong. I didn't want to apologize for my mistakes. I spoke badly about her any chance I got. It would come out of mouth bitterly and I just wanted to spit it out before I could realize what a lie it all was. But of course, I would then step back and realize how wrong it was. I held a grudge while she was off accomplishing and prospering. I stayed in the past while she was making way for the future. My anger dissipated over the years. It turned into regret. It turned into self-hatred.
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Reevaluating the character of people you are bound to is a good way to clear the clutter of your mind
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Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 9:42 AM UTC
Awareness
Some creatures seek higher power I seek ascension myself So as to become my own higher power Some seek wealth Material possessions I seek strength Sustain myself when I am without material possession Others seek fame Flattery I seek claim Claim over my body The actions it makes I love how different goals and values are compared to everyone else Maybe someday I will find myself reevaluating my definition of success But I doubt it Change this world maybe Not myself And end up all the things I wish to be
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Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 12:34 AM UTC
My Own Power
Marcus is reevaluating himself down there. Even if he improves, he can't have you again. Futility is my closest friend. The one who is most aware of gravity's existence. Perhaps, this one time, I won't listen to him. Around the block, the diesel fuel reeks and the pavement is dingy. All the businesses are closing down. If I have you, I'll forget all about those things. We already have a bond. I'm not a hyena. Or some desperate, insecure shut-in. If you say no, just know that I'm able to go away in peace.
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Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 11:03 AM UTC
Someone Better Than Marcus
Dig, level, set Frame, stretch, nail Processes repetitive Outside looking in Bird ******* eyes Perched upon porches Deemed easy enough a job Physical demand obvious observation Biased evaluation without involvement You can read a book Watch a video Learn the process Yet what's lacking When yours doesn't look Nearly as good Or picture worthy of pastel colors It's the intricateness of an artist The detailed eye of experience The mental strain of determining Where exactly is sufficient for a days labor Where we are Isn't satisfactory so more motivation Pumped into fuel lines As augers break ground Eagle eyes marking straight lines As muscle puts in place Never enough to be where you are With the next 15 line posts Dug, post in whole Prepared to be conquered Reach the end of a line Thrill of the adventure The end post is reached for Still wanting the excitement Add a corner post Chase a new line New obstacles unseen Hidden adversities take form Roots, nature's little ***** trap Electric and gas lines Humanities little twist Comical to one Aggravating to three That's life is it not Series of stages Building and building Fundamentally the same Different with every line Panels a little short An inch or two longer Maybe a jog adding a curve Avoiding a hassle Prepared for with careful planning Executed by lessons previously learned Going with the flow But keeping an appearance Making individuality transparent To even the untrained Without a perspective placed in sweaty boots You shouldn't determine Whether this job or the next Easy or hard Take into account Clientele, human behavior Outsourced obstacles manufactured Seasons change Constant reevaluating courses of action Orchestrating others with mutual benefits As wallets become less hungry Piggy banks no longer butchered Building the fence May look easy to you With knowledge learned Instead of implemented What's the point of having a car If you still walk everywhere you go Knowledge isn't experience Experience is wisdom Making metaphors out of labor You probably won't participate in Understanding is the ultimate power Learning life lessons Without having to wage wars
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May 31, 2021
May 31, 2021 at 9:01 PM UTC
Building The Fence
Dig, level, set Frame, stretch, nail Processes repetitive Outside looking in Bird ******* eyes Perched upon porches Deemed easy enough a job Physical demand obvious observation Biased evaluation without involvement You can read a book Watch a video Learn the process Yet what's lacking When yours doesn't look Nearly as good Or picture worthy of pastel colors It's the intricateness of an artist The detailed eye of experience The mental strain of determining Where exactly is sufficient for a days labor Where we are Isn't satisfactory so more motivation Pumped into fuel lines As augers break ground Eagle eyes marking straight lines As muscle puts in place Never enough to be where you are With the next 15 line posts Dug, post in whole Prepared to be conquered Reach the end of a line Thrill of the adventure The end post is reached for Still wanting the excitement Add a corner post Chase a new line New obstacles unseen Hidden adversities take form Roots, nature's little ***** trap Electric and gas lines Humanities little twist Comical to one Aggravating to three That's life is it not Series of stages Building and building Fundamentally the same Different with every line Panels a little short An inch or two longer Maybe a jog adding a curve Avoiding a hassle Prepared for with careful planning Executed by lessons previously learned Going with the flow But keeping an appearance Making individuality transparent To even the untrained Without a perspective placed in sweaty boots You shouldn't determine Whether this job or the next Easy or hard Take into account Clientele, human behavior Outsourced obstacles manufactured Seasons change Constant reevaluating courses of action Orchestrating others with mutual benefits As wallets become less hungry Piggy banks no longer butchered Building the fence May look easy to you With knowledge learned Instead of implemented What's the point of having a car If you still walk everywhere you go Knowledge isn't experience Experience is wisdom Making metaphors out of labor You probably won't participate in Understanding is the ultimate power Learning life lessons Without having to wage wars
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