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"sayonara" poems
Let me tell you about something I saw the other day, when I was out walking through a field of hay. The night was quite pretty, the air crisp and clear, when I suddenly encountered a cat who was drinking a beer! I walked a little farther and encountered some mice, sitting around a card table, all playing dice. The mice looked quite serious, they all dressed like thugs, I was dumbfounded, and simply stared down from above. Then I saw something that completely blew my mind, it was a variety of animals, dancing in a conga line. For hours and hours and hours they danced, more animals joined in, even deer came to prance. This party was larger than any I’d seen, a couple of badgers were even smoking something green. “Innocent” deer were snorting lines off of snakes, and a couple drunk farm dogs were fighting with rakes. A cat and a mouse were sitting in a barn, entirely too drunk, they took turn telling yarns. From across the field, you could hear an owl retch, while a gaggle of geese slurred “Benny and the Jets.” Sheep laughed, “Bahaha!” while dancing on tables, the horses were getting it on in the stables. This party was crazier than any I’d attended, a pig even ended up losing an appendage. As the sun came up, things started winding down, all the cows went home, and the "Keg King" took off his crown. I took this as my cue, it was time to depart, so a couple mice and I hitched a ride on a farmer’s cart. "Sayonara!" I yelled, "It's been lots of fun! Everybody get home safe, try not to hurt anyone!" But enough about me, let's talk about you. That was my weekend, what did you do?
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Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 11:55 PM UTC
Party Animals
Let me tell you about something I saw the other day, when I was out walking through a field of hay. The night was quite pretty, the air crisp and clear, when I suddenly encountered a cat who was drinking a beer! I walked a little farther and encountered some mice, sitting around a card table, all playing dice. The mice looked quite serious, they all dressed like thugs, I was dumbfounded, and simply stared down from above. Then I saw something that completely blew my mind, it was a variety of animals, dancing in a conga line. For hours and hours and hours they danced, more animals joined in, even deer came to prance. This party was larger than any I’d seen, a couple of badgers were even smoking something green. “Innocent” deer were snorting lines off of snakes, and a couple drunk farm dogs were fighting with rakes. A cat and a mouse were sitting in a barn, entirely too drunk, they took turn telling yarns. From across the field, you could hear an owl retch, while a gaggle of geese slurred “Benny and the Jets.” Sheep laughed, “Bahaha!” while dancing on tables, the horses were getting it on in the stables. This party was crazier than any I’d attended, a pig even ended up losing an appendage. As the sun came up, things started winding down, all the cows went home, and the "Keg King" took off his crown. I took this as my cue, it was time to depart, so a couple mice and I hitched a ride on a farmer’s cart. "Sayonara!" I yelled, "It's been lots of fun! Everybody get home safe, try not to hurt anyone!" But enough about me, let's talk about you. That was my weekend, what did you do?
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you're drinking, and then you can't control the reaction upon entering the tetragrammaton... one h is for hushed up laughter, for sighs (ah), and then the alter deja vu is a cocktail of: ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, yeah, so many, so you can look at it rather than say it... it's a sunny day, go out and play or something... leave me with the anchor of **** humanity dragging us down, or simply basing us in the underwater fudge of mud to a standstill... it's sunny, go out and play, ride a bicycle or something... you know, living 20 odd years in an english society i never had an english girlfriend, i'm told she's a real firecracker fortune-cookie... my hands are cold, i swear by the oath of the old Bailey i never touched her thighs... scouts' honour, cross my fingers and wear woman's underwear with a bowler hat to match my serious demeanour... yep, an Abbey Road's standstill... a fifth beetle chatting cheeky chat chat of a chirp... gurgles of fizz in carbonated wine known as champagne, well that's me... or as the roadrunner said to speedy Gonzales... hark a sayonara when changing the gears to a 100m sprint world record. the Mayan disease? ah right... excess spontaneous laughter, unstoppable like a tide; got chatting to a ms. khan... Genghis' great great... great great great great great... great great granddaughter... a doctor from pakistan... nice english accent gets you all the pleasantries so everything can go to hell... the sleeping pills prescription is waiting... now the sick-note... so i don't crash a plane into the Swiss elevations by "accident" while sitting on an arm-chair of nails while everyone else is farting into cushions. honest to god, the tetragrammaton is like a brick wall for vowels, you hit the ball against the four walls, and the vowels are either ****** up or they extract the consonant stability of the four letters, and your safest bet to express them is to laugh; well, i do call it a Mayan disease... because my stomach is aching from building a six-pack with the giggles.
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 7:40 AM UTC
a convulsive attack of a Mayan disease
you're drinking, and then you can't control the reaction upon entering the tetragrammaton... one h is for hushed up laughter, for sighs (ah), and then the alter deja vu is a cocktail of: ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, yeah, so many, so you can look at it rather than say it... it's a sunny day, go out and play or something... leave me with the anchor of **** humanity dragging us down, or simply basing us in the underwater fudge of mud to a standstill... it's sunny, go out and play, ride a bicycle or something... you know, living 20 odd years in an english society i never had an english girlfriend, i'm told she's a real firecracker fortune-cookie... my hands are cold, i swear by the oath of the old Bailey i never touched her thighs... scouts' honour, cross my fingers and wear woman's underwear with a bowler hat to match my serious demeanour... yep, an Abbey Road's standstill... a fifth beetle chatting cheeky chat chat of a chirp... gurgles of fizz in carbonated wine known as champagne, well that's me... or as the roadrunner said to speedy Gonzales... hark a sayonara when changing the gears to a 100m sprint world record. the Mayan disease? ah right... excess spontaneous laughter, unstoppable like a tide; got chatting to a ms. khan... Genghis' great great... great great great great great... great great granddaughter... a doctor from pakistan... nice english accent gets you all the pleasantries so everything can go to hell... the sleeping pills prescription is waiting... now the sick-note... so i don't crash a plane into the Swiss elevations by "accident" while sitting on an arm-chair of nails while everyone else is farting into cushions. honest to god, the tetragrammaton is like a brick wall for vowels, you hit the ball against the four walls, and the vowels are either ****** up or they extract the consonant stability of the four letters, and your safest bet to express them is to laugh; well, i do call it a Mayan disease... because my stomach is aching from building a six-pack with the giggles.
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Packing things into brown boxes. Concealed memories in a cardboard funeral. Harboring dust like it’s a trophy. Time ticks                ticks                      ticks                            ticks away. So much crammed into tight spaces. Wrinkled and wrapped up just like it was placed. The season on my face is fall. Each tear swaying down like a fallen leaf. Choking on how to say goodbye. Adios. Sayonara. Au Revoir. Aloha.
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May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC
Aloha
Open up my Ribs and drink my soup With your mouth directly over my stomach I don't think that I'd taste like anything though but as long as Daddy is able to enjoy it Drink up the yellow chunks of fat from my body Stick a straw in my veins and drink me until I am dry Even my innards: stuff them, cut them, and then bake them right up Although my body is about to drop from my Daddy I'm Sorry, but I don't think this is a good idea! A stranger, Onii-san, told me He pitted my collapsing body and took me by the hand away~ I'm Sorry, I'm Sorry! I must be a bad kid Forgive me please, Forgive me Please! Poor Pitiful Me. I'm sorry, Sayonara I'm a bad kid running from Daddy I'm sorry, Forgive me please! I'm afraid I'm in love with someone other than my Daddy! Onii-san greedily pours my Amniotic Fluids down his throat He cuts open my body and touches all the insides He doesn't eat me and he doesn't even fight me He said that my collapsing body is too ugly for anything I'm Sorry, but I don't think this is a good idea! Onii-san, he must hate me My collapsing body is just too disgusting Seal me away and that shall be my ending~ I'm Sorry, I'm Sorry! I must be such a useless kid Forgive me please, forgive me please! I'm too scared to be alone! I'm sorry, Sayonara I'm a bad kid now running to Daddy I'm sorry, Forgive me please! I can't love anyone other than my cruel Daddy! When I went home, Daddy was with lots of men They said they believed I would come home They wanted to eat what was left of my broken body That was what they had said~ I'm Sorry, I'm Sorry! I must be a bad kid Forgive me please, Forgive me Please! Poor Pitiful Me. I'm sorry, is it yummy? That is the flavor of a warm heart I'm sorry, although it hurts please eat my fulfilled Heart! I'm Sorry, I'm Sorry! I must be such a useless kid Forgive me please, forgive me please! I'm too scared to be alone! I'm sorry, it hurts too much but as long as you are able to enjoy eating I'm so happy! Sayonara Everyone Else, Come help yourselves to anything but my heart!
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Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
I'm Sorry, I'm Sorry (Redo!)
Open up my Ribs and drink my soup With your mouth directly over my stomach I don't think that I'd taste like anything though but as long as Daddy is able to enjoy it Drink up the yellow chunks of fat from my body Stick a straw in my veins and drink me until I am dry Even my innards: stuff them, cut them, and then bake them right up Although my body is about to drop from my Daddy I'm Sorry, but I don't think this is a good idea! A stranger, Onii-san, told me He pitted my collapsing body and took me by the hand away~ I'm Sorry, I'm Sorry! I must be a bad kid Forgive me please, Forgive me Please! Poor Pitiful Me. I'm sorry, Sayonara I'm a bad kid running from Daddy I'm sorry, Forgive me please! I'm afraid I'm in love with someone other than my Daddy! Onii-san greedily pours my Amniotic Fluids down his throat He cuts open my body and touches all the insides He doesn't eat me and he doesn't even fight me He said that my collapsing body is too ugly for anything I'm Sorry, but I don't think this is a good idea! Onii-san, he must hate me My collapsing body is just too disgusting Seal me away and that shall be my ending~ I'm Sorry, I'm Sorry! I must be such a useless kid Forgive me please, forgive me please! I'm too scared to be alone! I'm sorry, Sayonara I'm a bad kid now running to Daddy I'm sorry, Forgive me please! I can't love anyone other than my cruel Daddy! When I went home, Daddy was with lots of men They said they believed I would come home They wanted to eat what was left of my broken body That was what they had said~ I'm Sorry, I'm Sorry! I must be a bad kid Forgive me please, Forgive me Please! Poor Pitiful Me. I'm sorry, is it yummy? That is the flavor of a warm heart I'm sorry, although it hurts please eat my fulfilled Heart! I'm Sorry, I'm Sorry! I must be such a useless kid Forgive me please, forgive me please! I'm too scared to be alone! I'm sorry, it hurts too much but as long as you are able to enjoy eating I'm so happy! Sayonara Everyone Else, Come help yourselves to anything but my heart!
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As fridge-rator to beer in the head between the ears adorned with flashy widgets with which to trap the hoes he hopes that he can pull into his poles. His gravity whips wide so hands find and feel up erthing that gots the tail, he wants to rail so hands out he walks and tilts to one side and back holding his glass. Two fingers limp around the rim, dipping his fingertips into the juice like he wants to dip into you, pinkies as he holds your head forcing you to **** like you want his come as much as he wants to come. Then when done zips up, runs out, ***** sayonara", switch rerun mode without emotion. He floatin. He floatin. He gloatin. Head on the couch back making tired, one eye open scoping everyone's glow as they move, when up he comes sittin in my face, spittin what he thinks I want him to say, I'm like, **** guy control that tongue, you spray like that always I'm afraid I won't take that wild **** as tool is to you as to yo ***** Right ******* ****** spittin harder in the lean up perhaps the lead up to fist flung to react. "Man you too loose, I gotta tell you, I've got just what you do." "Your uh ****** Man watch ya flavor of language, I got just enough ****** left to get hard and stomp you, heel first in boots bought to stomp, pre-emptive to deal with the bullwhip effect where first you droolin to **** me, then retract like a bowstring because my ***** resembles a **** "What you want, ***** You wan **** this **** for real?" (For real?) He floatin. He floatin. He floatin the room, he ghosting. Lick my lips, cept it's not a tongue. For this purpose it's strobe lights, in light show, and like snow, black and white between sheets of plastic TV screen on get settled into my flow, rip back and forth like prongs on a fork on your ******* blindfolded and scolded right angle, bent like an L-shape repenting for **** by taking the ****** flash cards, held up on headboards, trying to teach you metrics and standards lacking in you to tune you into the lifestream, no empathy and no tact to show, remember this hell well while you sail through life preying, I'm praying and making marks in meat coats. But he floatin. He floatin. He gloatin.
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Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 11:32 PM UTC
ClamJam: "Party is to Pussy"(aka "Track 3")
As fridge-rator to beer in the head between the ears adorned with flashy widgets with which to trap the hoes he hopes that he can pull into his poles. His gravity whips wide so hands find and feel up erthing that gots the tail, he wants to rail so hands out he walks and tilts to one side and back holding his glass. Two fingers limp around the rim, dipping his fingertips into the juice like he wants to dip into you, pinkies as he holds your head forcing you to **** like you want his come as much as he wants to come. Then when done zips up, runs out, ***** sayonara", switch rerun mode without emotion. He floatin. He floatin. He gloatin. Head on the couch back making tired, one eye open scoping everyone's glow as they move, when up he comes sittin in my face, spittin what he thinks I want him to say, I'm like, **** guy control that tongue, you spray like that always I'm afraid I won't take that wild **** as tool is to you as to yo ***** Right ******* ****** spittin harder in the lean up perhaps the lead up to fist flung to react. "Man you too loose, I gotta tell you, I've got just what you do." "Your uh ****** Man watch ya flavor of language, I got just enough ****** left to get hard and stomp you, heel first in boots bought to stomp, pre-emptive to deal with the bullwhip effect where first you droolin to **** me, then retract like a bowstring because my ***** resembles a **** "What you want, ***** You wan **** this **** for real?" (For real?) He floatin. He floatin. He floatin the room, he ghosting. Lick my lips, cept it's not a tongue. For this purpose it's strobe lights, in light show, and like snow, black and white between sheets of plastic TV screen on get settled into my flow, rip back and forth like prongs on a fork on your ******* blindfolded and scolded right angle, bent like an L-shape repenting for **** by taking the ****** flash cards, held up on headboards, trying to teach you metrics and standards lacking in you to tune you into the lifestream, no empathy and no tact to show, remember this hell well while you sail through life preying, I'm praying and making marks in meat coats. But he floatin. He floatin. He gloatin.
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*I urge you not to trust a magician Leaves you in disbelief, makes you question without permission Perception is everything, intercepting your understanding, patience is wearing thin I promise you I was a victim of trusting someone who’s double faced Showing me tricks, and they had me begging for double takes A bitter pill that I always had trouble swallowing, please heed my words as I warn you about the following: I paid to see*  Fate The Fantastical *Showing sketchy tactics and very far from magical Stuck in your life and you're seeking help? He'll try to convince you that he's the monster who played the hand that you were dealt A "one-way" in your journey never existed so throw those cards back in his face, tell him “don’t get it twisted!” Then leave the show and get your money back, fill your money bag quick while making your own plans with money stacks I saw the power of*  The Spellbinding Heart-Breaker *He promises forever but claims he’ll see you later I caught him backstage rehearsing his apology illusionist at heart and a student of escapology A Houdini whodunit level of disappearance Shackled by love and commitment, begging for interference And my advice is that you crash his performance Reveal him to the audience, damage would be enormous The mental menace known as*  Doubt The Diabolical *The worst of the bunch since he’s demanding and methodical He has the gift to convince you To give up on your dreams, Taking the stage with volunteers, “voices” sing his theme Enticing suicide, heartless, and pushes you aside Signals your sayonara by serving you soothing cyanide So boo him off the stage as loud as you can! Steal his thunder, change the world 'cause I’m one among your many fans!*
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Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 11:59 AM UTC
Magicians
*I urge you not to trust a magician Leaves you in disbelief, makes you question without permission Perception is everything, intercepting your understanding, patience is wearing thin I promise you I was a victim of trusting someone who’s double faced Showing me tricks, and they had me begging for double takes A bitter pill that I always had trouble swallowing, please heed my words as I warn you about the following: I paid to see*  Fate The Fantastical *Showing sketchy tactics and very far from magical Stuck in your life and you're seeking help? He'll try to convince you that he's the monster who played the hand that you were dealt A "one-way" in your journey never existed so throw those cards back in his face, tell him “don’t get it twisted!” Then leave the show and get your money back, fill your money bag quick while making your own plans with money stacks I saw the power of*  The Spellbinding Heart-Breaker *He promises forever but claims he’ll see you later I caught him backstage rehearsing his apology illusionist at heart and a student of escapology A Houdini whodunit level of disappearance Shackled by love and commitment, begging for interference And my advice is that you crash his performance Reveal him to the audience, damage would be enormous The mental menace known as*  Doubt The Diabolical *The worst of the bunch since he’s demanding and methodical He has the gift to convince you To give up on your dreams, Taking the stage with volunteers, “voices” sing his theme Enticing suicide, heartless, and pushes you aside Signals your sayonara by serving you soothing cyanide So boo him off the stage as loud as you can! Steal his thunder, change the world 'cause I’m one among your many fans!*
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You don't have to kick me when  am down I've learned my lessons the hardest way And it still pains  me to ask Does my suffering make you feel better? My sluggish shadow Stapled to my body Reeking of despair And the wanting, still keeps wanting he asked! Showing a masked face Or faking a smile Is all you've got Does it help you in survival? Fleeting memories, still Clinging to my existence I wasn't always like this But it happened to me Until it happens to you, sayonara
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Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 1:21 AM UTC
Death stalker
This hour last week, we kissed the stars alive. With you, there were no walls and no far seas, No reason to doubt or to just survive, My heart was with you, and yours was with me. How cruel the souls of the gods above, That they should mind our paths and our crossing, That we should be the ones who fell in love, A fate that led to a war-torn ending. This hour last week, we danced to life the moon, But we forgot that seasons come and go, And now the red sun bleeds-- it bled too soon. We can no longer love; I am the foe. You hold your people's hate in your strong hands, You shake and the gun sings of God's near land.
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
Sayonara
By & by Backwards  Forwards. A day of mine (I think) Goes by. briskly and open. Seconds of an hour Haunters grow from them Wil-o-the-wisps On a crisp white noon. The fertilizer is you Rather A ghost of you Still residing Inside of me (I don't mind really) This sentient ectoplasm is Not sad; it's warmth. Sayonara aspartame And hello sweet acceptance Acceptance: I'm left hazy, & dreamy. Your fireflies will go off and on But; Everytime you float around I will look for you. Everytime.
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Aug 26, 2012
Aug 26, 2012 at 12:41 AM UTC
Hyggelig
The seats are aging Orange leather with Cracked faces the Lines of wisdom Of ninety Thousand sitters. Entire ecosystems Live on the shining Polished silver of Handles dulled By sweaty palms. Sightline through A window A passing loco Blurred brief Images of Unknown faces. Sightline to the Chamber behind The metal snake Winds down the track A touch of vertigo From uneven motion. Sightline to Cascades of light Brown curls Flowing over Porcelain shoulders. Smooth skin Sweet as aspartame Skii slope neckline Heavenly form Yellow dress Slight movement To the heavenly forms Pouring through White earbuds. Sightline to Sightline Meet in the air Muddy brown Graced by Kaleidoscope Greens yellows hazels browns Electric charge No other passengers Perceive. The doubled thump Wump Picks up speed with a Coy smile A sunrise blossoming Over Eden The birth of an Angel The thirst of desert Sands Quenched. Beauty erupts From the shared gaze Held 6 stops Past hoyt-schermerhorn. Immediate Immaculate Connection Fire through the air Static charge Primal lust Infinite joy If I could just Say hello Hi You've enraptured My soul The epitome of Beauty. I sit instead Stuck Deer in headlights **** My twisting insides The grey says Such monstrous Things to itself. Her stop. **** Broken gaze, Disconnected From the maze Of her eyes. I lament. Sightline back To page: "Those that have crossed paths are not memories Nor is the yellowish dove that sleeps in oblivion..." I lament some more At the poignancy And the loss of a stranger Made just for me. She probably would've Broken my pumping Gears anyway, Sayonara, c'est la vie.
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Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 10:48 PM UTC
--Sixty Nine: Riding The G Train--
The seats are aging Orange leather with Cracked faces the Lines of wisdom Of ninety Thousand sitters. Entire ecosystems Live on the shining Polished silver of Handles dulled By sweaty palms. Sightline through A window A passing loco Blurred brief Images of Unknown faces. Sightline to the Chamber behind The metal snake Winds down the track A touch of vertigo From uneven motion. Sightline to Cascades of light Brown curls Flowing over Porcelain shoulders. Smooth skin Sweet as aspartame Skii slope neckline Heavenly form Yellow dress Slight movement To the heavenly forms Pouring through White earbuds. Sightline to Sightline Meet in the air Muddy brown Graced by Kaleidoscope Greens yellows hazels browns Electric charge No other passengers Perceive. The doubled thump Wump Picks up speed with a Coy smile A sunrise blossoming Over Eden The birth of an Angel The thirst of desert Sands Quenched. Beauty erupts From the shared gaze Held 6 stops Past hoyt-schermerhorn. Immediate Immaculate Connection Fire through the air Static charge Primal lust Infinite joy If I could just Say hello Hi You've enraptured My soul The epitome of Beauty. I sit instead Stuck Deer in headlights **** My twisting insides The grey says Such monstrous Things to itself. Her stop. **** Broken gaze, Disconnected From the maze Of her eyes. I lament. Sightline back To page: "Those that have crossed paths are not memories Nor is the yellowish dove that sleeps in oblivion..." I lament some more At the poignancy And the loss of a stranger Made just for me. She probably would've Broken my pumping Gears anyway, Sayonara, c'est la vie.
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There is a constant mystery which beckons me. We go about our time in clickety clakity clarity routine clockwork puppets marching in time to bad relationships toxic jobs frozen states of mind wed to routine married to the grind. When a mild minor barely alive flickering a little flame smaller than a bic lighter ignites and the straight and narrow develops not just a *** hole or sinkhole but a geyser that shoots you out. The next moment you're taking your clothes out of the closet walking out of an office with the meeting waiting getting on a plane lining up for a train hopping in the car Sayonara. Revolution is in the air the program has changed you sit in that rocking chair the last piece of furniture in an ending chapter and realizing the previous moments of life the identity of who you once were is dead and gone all that had defined you is done. This is the mystery which speaks to me in deaths and resurrection rebirth what begins as a decision becomes the riding of a wave crashing thrashing heading for the sand heading for the light will I be all right praying to Jesus wondering where you'll emerge as melancholy longing displacement excitement too reigns and the change the revolution concludes and you become a new form of you.
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Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC
On Change In One's Life
dying is an interesting feeling i suppose, up till now, ive never seriously considered it the physical sensation guess it's cause you never really know how you'll go it just happens, and it happens that's it sometimes its really slow or very painful lucky ones go peacefully and for them, it's all very tranquil though who has luck
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Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 9:24 AM UTC
Sayonara, Adiós, Bye
Me and Robin rockhopping round seaweeded, barnacled beaches where the river shakes hands with the sea When up pops an otter. Straight out the silver waves it comes and starts chattering at us in Japanese. I scratch my head. Robin looks baffled. The otter is urgently incomprehensible. We look around on the offchance that a Japanese tourist might be around and willing to translate, but we're the only ones there. "I wish my dad was here," I say, "Or Auntie Lynn," adds Robin, but they're not and we lack their talent for languages. We try our best with shrugs and gestures but all we have is apologies. Eventually, with a tetchy 'sayonara', the otter slips back through the waves leaving us none the wiser.
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Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 10:55 AM UTC
Otter
In our life people come and go, that's true. But sometimes we're the one who come, the one who go. It could be also the one who let go... Not until the time I'm allowed to stay in your life again, let me say this phrase "arigatou sayonara :) "
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Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC
Sayonara
And to you who Kissed away someone's sadness with Your gift of Love and Laughter. Amazing girl, Soft-hearted, always fair. Saying sayonara to bitter-sweet Experiences of twenty-one years. Here Now an Endearing Visage of a woman of fierce.
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Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 10:01 AM UTC
LYKA VENESSA
I still write about life's tragedy and its circulations the things that call for celebrations and the ones that cause damnations Am not good with goodbyes i  never was when things grew tough i walked away I've never felt a thing i escaped attachments i stayed away and embraced solitude I know most of us don't understand my poems my character is not that out standing i dodged bullets and my heart grew solid
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Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 7:55 AM UTC
Sayonara
By Arcassin Burnham Just strolling along , just standing in place , i would, show you more than what really happens in this place if i could, skies are getting dark and grey , as it persuades , message, if anything nobody listens to me so i pillage, i could still see the stars , like its apart of my life, i wish to find a stunning gorgeous guardian of a wife, long hair to the back , isn't that a fact , i could make, everybody wish they had a soulmate on an interstate, Pretending i have a good home to come to , while thinking, it was all a hoax that i provoked , this ship is sinking, having life situations bore me , so i did, the most responsible thing in the world , the choice that i picked. / We leave, without a goodbye or a sayonara.. The future, and every promise that we made is gone in the wind, Some Trust, the spirits they crave but it never comes through, The Last Bit, Of people wondered when their hearts will ever get saved, and i'm one of them, its way too early for the ******** the sunlight shines in my eyes, i swear on life i wanna just quit, i stopped trading blows for this disguise, And all my life I've tried to quit, five other times I've tried to end it, I know that i'm not good enough, for the rapture all the way to the end of a brand new.
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Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 10:23 AM UTC
Pretending To Have A Good Home / Way Too Early
I hate these memories These ****** up realities Past tragedies **** humanity s.q.
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 3:03 PM UTC
Sayonara
The fact that a nightmare becomes truth Shatters hope for a life of dreamt fantasy Dare to blame me for a life uncouth Traumatize whats left of me
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Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 1:16 AM UTC
Sayonara
it was a kiss with coyote’s embouchure, with the river’s casket, with gelified venom, with the apron’s appetite, with compact distortion around portable lip cuffs, with trite lies liquified, with mud clumps in mercury clasps, with spit woven theses, with unwound ovoid wellsprings, with sun-hidden shadows, with the frayed nighttime squish, with closeted hand dice tossed, with chance in the fistfuls, with detuned static and bellyaching bramble, with losing yourself, with entropic dissociation, with fleeting tokens, with sayonara stamps, with honey pumping nozzles, with inside out stratus veins, with the pain of history tucked in the trail fringe, in the pebbles kicked outward, with fried abandon, with seatless balconies, with the touch of an insect unexpected while straddling a brick wall with electric grout, with eyelashes trimed by the wind, with patterns passed, with breathless shapes and shaping dimensions, without the taste of lavender or the mosquito’s lonely thirst, with time passing, with time passing, with time passing, without passing time, with the sky dumping elected dead bodies, with spoonfuls of miracles, with starvation kicking, with moon swells forgetting the fomite sea, with weather inside, with dry mouth drawer memories, with omens and herrings with teeth and tongue.
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Feb 26, 2021
Feb 26, 2021 at 12:03 PM UTC
coyote embouchure