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13 Apr 2015

From ****-head to Madness

No no no, this isn’t one of those commendable confessional rants of redounded reality.
We all know where that goes and what it leads to.
This rhetoric comprises solely of the faulty intuitive comprehension and the ******* behaviour people have while under the influence of the poor man’s ****.
That could be mistaken for a typo.

Xeno-meph, would be what aliens are called if they did this too.
Extended warranty of your sinus cavity is a must.
And a mouth guard so you don’t churn away at the capricious calcium that are your teeth.
Smoke and dance till lungs and legs collapse.
Talk like you’re the spokesperson for an oil company that’s pillaging life and land.
Change your personality in a minute and become the ****** you always wanted to be.
That smart talking, **** wagging, ***** licking, *** *******, back stabbing, self serving, worthless ******* is now you, but it doesn’t feel like that to you.
Rational *******, your only reprieve.
Keep doing the same things over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again hoping the outcome will change.
But you’re cool.
You’ve done this before, it’s solvable.
A break. That’s all there’s to it.
The itch in your nose has stopped. Your jaw doesn’t hurt.
You don’t feel like ****, but you know somehow that something is amiss.
Things are not what they seem. Sense doesn’t make itself.
The dark is your sanctum. Fast is your peace.
That’s not a typo.

The world cannot slow down for you.
You have to speed up. Another gram, another line, another lie.
Control is what you say it is.
Handles are what your stomach has.
Fast forward a few months and you don’t have a handle on anything.
You don’t feel down, you feel fine. Nothing’s wrong
But just another fall, and you’re straight out of line.
Justify! Justify! Justify!
Listen, keep listening… Talk! keep talking!
Everything makes sense. Everything is a sense.
The difference is that I’m faster, quicker, sharper.
I’m handicapped.
Leverage is my mind, broken and blind.
I wish that was a typo.

Posted on January 30, 2015

#drugs #madness #venting #**** #arrogance

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Sketcher Nov 2018

Thankful

Although the world is ****** and I'd rather leave than stay,
There are many things I'm thankful for on this fine holiday,
Today I'll talk about people and things,
That make life a little more worth living,
These people and things remove all the stings,
Of pain I'm taking daily and giving,
A little more will make a bigger change,
Time for my attitude to rearrange,
Temporarily so I can say nice stuff,
Time to begin, that intro was enough,

I'm thankful for Skyrim through Arena,
I'm thankful for my mother Kristina,
I'm thankful for Toontown and its trolley,
I'm thankful for my lil' sister Zoe,
I'm thankful for all the love that one stole,
Cause now she will have a small part of me,
I'm thankful for my step-father Joel,
I'm thankful for TV shows and movies,
I'm thankful for this superb holiday,
So I can easily spread all my thanks,
I'm thankful for little tiny JJ,
And sometimes all of his crazy high jinks,
I'm thankful for pouring out whiskey, gin,
And other alcoholic beverages,
I'm thankful for the removal of sin,
And Jesus deciding what leverage is,
I'm thankful for my ancestors kin,
I'm thankful for my sister Adalyn,
I'm thankful for peoples divinity,
I'm thankful for my sister Trinity,
I'm thankful for Japan, chopsticks, and tea,
I'm thankful for the greatest homeboy D,
I'm thankful for big meals, good food, and feasts,
I'm thankful for my ex-girlfriend Tranyce,
I'm thankful for firsts, I'll punch you, sue me,
I'm thankful for the very tall Tui,
I'm thankful for rain and windy weather,
I'm thankful for the beautiful Heather,
I'm thankful for her brother named Erick,
And her other brother that is name Ray,
Their whole **** family is quite hysteric,
But hanging with them will brighten my day,
Thankful for the culminating project,
And the fact that I'm done cause they waived this,
I'm thankful for Smash Bros., I'm never rekt,
I'm thankful for wise ol' Mr. Davis,
I'm thankful for teacher Mr. Thompson,
Judo Sensei that knows how to whomp em',
I'm thankful for the roof over my head,
I'm thankful for my blankets and my bed,
I'm thankful for good brownies and hot rolls,
I'm thankful for my cool father Michael,
I'm thankful for past presidents life Ronald Reagan,
I'm thankful for my aunt on my moms side name Megan,
I'm thankful for the police that jail *****,
I'm thankful for my buff uncle Damick,
I'm thankful for lists made of pros and con,
I'm thankful for my other uncle Jon,
I'm thankful for pirate ships matey,
I'm thankful for my old grandpa Tracy,
I'm thankful for envelops that senda,
Letter and money from my grandma Brenda,
I'm thankful for Disney, Belle to Moana,
I'm thankful for my good friend Adriana,
I'm thankful for known facts and secrets, do tell
I'm thankful for a good friend named Miguel,
All these friends are such nice and kind fellas,
I'm thankful for a good friend named Ella,
I'm thankful for cats and their perfect pur,
I'm thankful for our late cat named Ginger,
I'm thankful for good smells and their freshness,
I'm thankful for our current cat precious,
I'm thankful for American and foreign dollah's,
I'm thankful for a black slug that we have named Nala,
I am thankful for Demetri's family,
Will, Dylan, Erick, and sleepy time tea,
Sometimes Nicole has me over for DnD,
I'm thankful for the oxygen coming from the trees,
I'm thankful for hope and the act of wishing,
I'm thankful for the oldest son Christina,
I'm thankful for music, rap, rock, and grunge,
I'm thankful for breakfast, dinner, and lunch,
I'm thankful for all family and friends,
I'm thankful for forgiveness and amends,
I'm thankful for X and the dead Lil Peep,
I'm thankful for the awake and asleep,
I'm thankful for skittles and good candy,
And Eminem, Marshall Mathers, dandy,
I'm thankful for swervers and people that stay in their own lane,
I'm thankful for Nirvana and specifically Kurt Cobain,
I'm thankful for drawing, painting, grass, and moss,
I'm thankful for the best painter, Bob Ross,
I'm thankful for Karate and Thai Chi,
Judo, Jeet-Kun-Do, and of course, Bruce Lee,
I'm thankful for drinks and fun house parties,
I'm thankful for squirm words like, "Farties",
I'm thankful for heavy metal and silence,
I'm thankful for Altoids, bubblegum, and mints,
I'm thankful for manga, comics, and novels,
Anime, and problems that are solvable,
I'm thankful for the nice clothes on my back,
I'm thankful for a great actor, Jack Black,
I'm thankful for watching the poem just go,
I'm thankful for Panic! at the disco,
I'm thankful for the singing and the dance,
I'm thankful for My Chemical Romance,
I'm thankful for all the lord of the rings,
I'm thankful for the books by Stephen King,
I'm thankful for the high highs and low lows,
I'm thankful for the greatest Burnham, Bo,
I'm thankful for zoos and the skilled handlers,
I'm thankful for the great Adam *******,
I'm thankful for the truthful and liars,
I'm thankful for great Robin Doubtfire,

I'm thankful for that feeling that's serene,
When you're chest to chest with one that will lean,
Towards you at any given moment,
And will give you love and their condolence,
And then they flee to somewhere else,
And you end up being someone else,
And they end up seeing someone else,
So your heart just gives up and melts,
But whatever feeling I'm feeling,
If I am feeling then I'm grateful,
Emotions must be constantly reeling in,
So I don't get lost in the dull sense of numb.
Thank You

A thanksgiving poem.

#thanksgiving #thankful

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Arcassin B Jun 2015

"You Babe (Energy)"

By Arcassin Burnham

With a dose of energy,
Searching for your sick and twisted ways,
But you have nun,
The sweetest angel I've never known,
Don't become a nun,
So instead I'm searching for the real you babe,
That's what make me so a..ttracted to you babe,
If we ever see the sunlight distracted by the rivers gaze,
With a dose of energy,
I hope your into me,
Beautiful eyes,
I could gaze into them all day,
Swigging my way,
Putting your consequences and concerns all behind,
But instead I'm searching for the real you babe,
That's what make me so a..ttracted to you babe,
I could replace all of the bad memories from your head,
With a dose of energy,
Like solvable patterns,
I got the vaccine,
I'm your doctor,
Injecting you with that....
You know the word.

http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2015/06/14-you-babe-energy-roses-mep.html

#love #poetry #roses #romance #energy #lovepoems #episode

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onlylovepoetry Sep 2017

the grit courage of trust (a love poem)

the grit courage of trust**

still too young and now, too old, to comprehend,
love~trust and all its secondary derivatives,
not extant on a plane of new bed sheets of
silk~linen tablecloth rectangularity

go into the park's garden;
black soil fingernail coating
awaiting, impatiently for you,
dig in direct hands ungloved

is it not,
sensual and yet gritty,
two coextensive sensations?

slip inside (you/me, me/you),
there is a razor's edge duality duty,
trust, serve and protect,
take and
handle with rough-care, for this our state of beauty
au naturel, the rush and the fall,
the climb and the conquering,
only to start again, each step, each rung,
coated with the
the grit courage of trust -
                                          do you begin to comprehend?

trust is a bumpy landing on a glide path that is strewn
with potholes that can grow into sinkholes without
the grit of trust

the soles of my feet are a message,
gritty from walking
all-life, not just the edges,
is a two act play of roughening,
upon the limbs the things,
that carries us *****
but bares the wearing of
unkind touches of reality
working us over

why the soothing,
but not the smoothing
daily twice is the cream that
emerges from the grit courage of trust

even the vinery's progeny of great love,
grapes that must
embrace the wind and rain,
the wearing down tools of
the exterior that brings an acknowledgement -
                                                           do you begin to comprehend?

this is not an algebraic formulaic solution solvable problem,
this derived from dirt, access to accidental, the tongue and the nail,
the cracks upon the skin, that grow wonderful deeper, unfillable,
where the love gets in,
were the words are written and stored,
rough to the touch,
under the grit courage of trust -
                                                       do you begin to comprehend?

this grit is unbelievable beautiful
only a love po-em.

5:22am

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Nat Lipstadt Oct 2015

"what if/is it just me?"/just another life altering day

~~~

"is it just me?"
this habitual guest,
nay, by now, alien resident,
this panting ponderous puzzlement,
so habitual, it has founded a room of its own
in a secluded space
upon mine own, contested Temple Mount

oft it strolls about the premises of me,
arm-in-arm with his pernicious cousin,
a fellow imploding interrogatory,
"what if?"
these thigh-slapping cacklers both, living off in the hollows
of the doubtful spaces they create,
cozy, corner-bounded criers, walk-abouters in thine recesses hidden

today, just one more inflection point in this man's life,
of which your are a welcomed observer,
and if but ******,
then let it be of thy own self,
for well imagine we, this pesky pairing,
that never venture far or away from their companionship
of any of us
friends of friends

I have no answer for either torturous query,
this answer, unsurprising and well expected,
for these visitors from a planet pernicious,
are astronomer-logged in your own constellation,
the dimmed light they shed, sheds no light at all,
having arrived light years after they were first posed

how can I counsel thee, that their risky business
should be routine dispatched fast away to another galaxy,
for here I am failing and flailing, well into my ending years,
yet waking once more in bed,
with this uncouth pair today,
haunting mine well worn, well trod paths

have you no guidance, no solvable words to defer
the solvable drip of doubt with which they tint our souls?

the only defense I am aware,
is to answer-deflect them with
yet another half-inquiry, half-commandment
that resides in the wellsprings
of thine best, supplanting them,
a goal to be,
by asking a twice-harder supposition

how can I,
this new morning glory,
this new clean babe borning,
be a better human?
~~~

7:01 AM
October 27, 2015
nyc

just another life altering day.,
then begins with an innocuous coffee-spilling,
and from within its puddle,
this questioning poem
born

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Denise Ann Jul 2013

Boy, Please Do(n't)

Boy, don't you dare look at me like that.

Like I'm a question, a riddle, a puzzle, jigsaw pieces that don't quite fit with each other. Like I'm an unsatisfactory answer, a justification riddled with holes, a problematic solution to a solvable problem. Don't look at me as if I'm a blank sheet of paper, as if you can see what isn't there, as if you see beyond this cage while even I can't see through it. Just...don't look at me.

Boy, don't you dare talk to me like that.

Like I'm a pulsating time-bomb that is always on the verge of explosion but never really toppling over the edge, like a shard of glass that cuts everything it touches yet can be easily crushed into mere beads of crystals, a beer bottle with liquid forgetfulness as its contents, a bucket of blood, sweet, luscious agony, a cacophony of pounding hearts and rasping breaths. Don't talk to me as if you know I'm about to shatter because I'm not going to be scattered in front of you, no, boy, trust me, I can handle this.

I can handle this.

Boy, don't you dare stay with me like I'm the one who needs you, like I'm the one aching for you, like I'm the one who loves you, like you're the one for me. Don't get close to me as if you're actually planning to touch me, don't, I hurt everyone, please don't touch me like this. Like the soft brush of a bird's wings against the sunset, the caress of ink against paper, the whisper of the wind thumbing through the rustling leaves, boy, don't get close to me.

Please don't come near, I am an explosion of splinters and jaded rocks and pain and anger and spite, boy, stay away from the explosion. You might get hurt trying to help me, I don't need your help, I don't need the glimmer of your smile, the vastness of your eyes, the comfort of your lips, I don't need you, boy, listen to my lies, believe them as if I am a stranger to you, an unread book, an unused drawer, boy, I'm no good for you. I'm not good enough for you. Listen to my lies and believe them.

Boy, don't you dare love me like I'm your forever, because I'm not and I will never be, I am not forever. I am only a single instant, a flicker of flame, the dying light, the purple dusk, I can't be yours, boy, I'm not enough. Don't you dare care for me as if I'm a snapped wing, a broken bone, a bruised face, a torn knot of sinew that still won't stop beating at the bars of its prison, boy, I can't let my heart out of its prison, it's dangerous when it's out of its cage, boy, it might see you. It might know you and recognize you as my forever, and I will trip over my own feet falling into your eyes, boy, this heart needs to remain caged in its prison.

Boy, don't scold me about this, I know what I'm doing, I won't wear my heart on my sleeve, I won't set it free no matter how many times it hurts itself trying to break the bars of its jail, even if the edges of my ribs become knives with serrated edges I won't let this stop, I won't let this heart out.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my heart.

Please forgive me, boy, I lied, I've lied so many times I've lost count, so many times the truth is nowhere to be found but in my chest, no, boy, I won't let you in. My insides are hollow and lined with blades, all you'll find there is hurt and anguish and blood and unshed tears, and silent screams and the soundless slamming of fist against flesh and bone, boy, I can't let you see this. I can't let you get hurt.

I'm sorry, heart, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Boy, I know you know me, I know you know I love you, so please, please stay away. I am no good for you, I am not good enough, not whole enough, not enough, boy, I'm just not enough to fill the empty spaces inside you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my heart, boy, I love you, I love you, boy, leave me now and don't ever show yourself again.

Just don't.

Please don't.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Boy.

Please don't break my heart.

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Mikaila Aug 2013

People Tell Me I Play Crazy Very Well

You've been here before,
It's been a long time, hasn't it?
Who can you go to?
What can you do?
Think.
There is always a way.
Emotions like a puzzle
Like a riddle.
Always solvable
If you clear your head and your heart
And try.
Get something in your hands and mold it,
Touch it,
Make something of it.
A puzzle, a riddle,
Find something to solve.
Find something to make it simpler.
Pieces all fit together
None are missing
Like in your head.
Find something outside of it
With all the parts
And put it together
To slow down the whir.
Long time since your hands have shook.
On bad days you self medicate, huh?
With the drowsy high of your favorite person.
Not today, not today.
Oh, Sunshine, I understand you.
I'm sorry I was your medication.
I'm sorry I made you withdraw.
But I know that now since you don't need me,
You are better for it.
I wish I had something like you do.
Animals to care for,
Problems to solve,
Something, anything, to drive the madness from my head with order.
Order solves things.
I should solve things.
What did I used to do on days like this?
Silly fool, they were all like this.
This was a good day, remember?
But not now, now it is tension and shaking hands,
And you can't afford this.
Think, think,
What did you do?
A show, a story, but they don't always hold
Like sails that go limp without a wind.
Go outside, do something dangerous and hard
That soaks up all your focus so you can't think
Or you'll slip and fall.
Climb something, run somewhere,
Do something
Quick!
God, I hate my mind.
It's my mind that does this to me,
Not my heart.
My heart only loves.
My mind...
Interprets.
It damns me.
It likes to play games and make mazes.
Writing only helps a bit.
Safety net gone
And I'm already tottering
Like a child pushed out on the tightrope
Wondering what it will feel like to hit the ground.
The wondering is often worse than the fall.
I won't fall.
I did it before.
How did I do it before?
Gotten soft, haven't you?
Let yourself depend.
There always needs to be a backup plan,
An out,
For these days.
Did you forget they will always come?
People do not always help you.
Even the great ones.
Go out, find a puzzle, find something to solve.
Something with all the parts already there,
None you have to sort of pretend about
Leave a little space for
And hope the wind won't whistle through the holes
To make you aware of them.
Something whole that needs to be understood and figured out.
Something solid like a rock or a puzzle piece.
Something solid to hold onto and feel.
I want to apologize.
Stop!
Don't.
She said you didn't have to be sorry.
That was then.
It's always then
The second it's said.
Stop!
Don't.
This is who you are,
You can't make it stop.
Remember? You try all the time.
I need a better method, something solid and nonliving,
Something that can't get bored or busy or annoyed.
Something with all the pieces
Pieces
So I can put them together.
And they all fit without any gaps.
The gaps always sing in my heart
They like to be heard
Discordant like baleful windchimes.
They sing because the breeze catches their emptiness
And plays them like flutes.
I want to run from that sound.
But it's inside.
I fill the holes with conversations
And passions and work.
But there are days that they'll have none of it.
Brutal days,
When their melody is all there is.
I can't ask for help, fixing myself.
I have to find something out here
To fix
To find
To focus on
To put together.
Something with all the little
Pieces
There.

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Nat Lipstadt Jan 2016

F & F (1st/most)

~~

First & Foremost

~~~
a friendly competition,
not of erudition,
more a contest of
speedy eruption

who will be first,
for quenching their thirst,
on not any but only
every,
day of their togetherness,
to declare, swear, affirm,
that their love for the other
is the greater

a race
where both win,
by crossing the
ever-moving forward,
the unfinished line

a never static series,
much more than merely being
a claimant of a trite first place,
more akin
to momentarily being
at the head of an unending
mathematical
progression,
(1 + 1 > 2)
solvable if and when
leap frogging
over each other,
extending their combined reach

when one is
first
to pronounce
this daily blessing
at the
beginning of the
new awakening twenty four,
of their joint custodied
imprimatur,
silently implied,
I love you
with a simple syrup summary

first and foremost

one, if by pillowed whisper
two, if by text

a succint messag to the other,
their love is coming fresh direct,
with an invading intensio,
deserving recognition
that a new edition will be
published
on this very day,
with the
same exact
freshly steaming coffee'd,
bannered headline,
that my love for you,
my darling sweetheart is

first and foremost

condensing with a
yellowing smiley face,
in these illiterate days of emoticons,
unacceptable,
yellow carded,
though summarizing acceptable as

F & F
or
1st/most

formats
that have been adjudged
to be
an A-Ok entry,
in the contest
without a foreseeable ending
and

that no one,
but only both,
can possess
the winning record

~~~

6:21am
Jan. 9, 2016
nyc

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Sa Sa Ra Jul 2015

~When I hear 'Jesus said if you ask in my name it will be done', I hear and understand that what you ask and intend in the name of LOVE is most appropriate, the remedy to the problematic conditions being sought to be overcome and we are creating possibility on our part which nonetheless does not mean that others are an extension of our will, so therefor lead by exemplification. That action is already the first success and fulfillment.
Connect be with the one source and you are doing your part. Do not think that some God is failing you, or you're not connected or ready but that we are interdependent with one another and must understand in our consciousness that which is only a subset of information, that we are blinded by that light, that consciousness (what wakefully we are aware of here) is not the totality of what 'I Am' Is or the We and Any All.
Have faith in love for it is an appropriate force to wield. Otherwise faith is a force we all wield as it is anyway, regardless of other definitions. Bring light to the notion (accept rather than deny) that we do know the difference between what is love, appropriate in real time, as time and all with flows along. We can remain rooted and grounded from within and as love, from which we are first off and All Is Sprung, ANYWAY.
'Every knee shall bow.'
It is love that is in time will not be deniable. Tragic most so when death is the revealer, that is to say when taken to the grave and not while breathing, heart beat, beating here still...
We can try to rebel, experiment this here otherwise. Succeeding in these failings and the tragedies are most acute, always understood at various levels by thee involved, and or till some true forgiveness wipes fresh once again. Ultimately a self correcting force (LOVE that is), having our own will is just an integral loving part of it, itself. It Is All, shares every bit of itself, narcissistic in a wondrous way...we may become It's (possessive yet free, within the bounds of all nature) celebrated witnesses to the infinite perspectives and simple prowess indeed it all and we are nonetheless.
Key; it is all about what is here now already. More so is here, in addition too what we consider beyond, rather than more so all else is within the here now. For anything that might be useful to know, understand or practice for some afterlife...
It is infinitely more pertinent, potent and poignantly powerful in and for the here now of our embodiments.
I have suggested our will, and willingness is the ultimate path maker, breaker and taker. Amazing to understand that all that is most acute that will make what may be a difference none short of what heaven and or hell is like, right here on earth, embodied.~
~Temple body, temple earth!!!~
~This will or which I can call the X-factor is changeable by our whims ultimately and only. That it can shift, be shifted, will and does so even subtly, if acutely aware or not. Though all that can or does follow can be instantaneous, that is our will and the powerful deep reaching impacts.~
I look forward to this;
~'that', 'greatest show on earth'~
~and the 'greater things', yet..to his-story, her-story and our story and stories as we claim or seem to know them or not!!! This prowess is wondrous, it is!!!~
Umm WOW!!! heart emoticon heart emoticon smile emoticon
~The problems are here and inherent, illusory yet (may be) easily discerned, solvable yielding an ever increasing wonder of the unfolding futures of universal desires, some would call our 'inherent rights' and some 'our rightful inheritance'. Our past and present will support more so by our gregarious natures than have to have it condemn ourselves and one another with our otherwise self pitying defiant wreckages, by other nature. And remain in some status quo of too many everyday offensive defensive ploys.~
~I leave the further ponderous wonders as they have always been, yours!!!~ ~ heart emoticon heart emoticon R

<3 <3 :) :) R

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Kelsey Peyton Aug 2011

The Insolubly Solved & Desolate Mind

Her sullen face is hidden
behind a painted porcelain mask
that hides her desolate mind
as she falls into nothing.
Imagining the amount of blood
as it pours over the cold white tiles
like red wine into an empty glass.
Missing the blade as it penetrates
leaving scars like a sculpture,
turning pain into something beautiful.
What is to come of life
when all she seems to see is
a miserable and dire ending
to her own and her dreams.
It's not solvable, it's insoluble
as she's still hiding it all
behind a painted porcelain mask.
One thing to ask of you
as you undoubtedly finish:
Who can save her?
Can save her from her mind?

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Gwen Johnson Aug 2013

I never let a friend
Help me stand
When I fall
I let myself fall again
You can't see me
Broken and bent
I'm not the one
You want to fix

Just let me cry
You shouldn't care
You never noticed
When I was there
Still you called me stupid
When I wouldn't work
Painfully playing my emotions
Because you're supposed to be my friend

I guess I'm awful
Because I can't talk in front of class
I'm not as stupid as you think
I had the answer in my head
I could have choked it out
Could have dealt with the panic
I'm sorry I didn't want the pain
So I couldn't earn our group stupid points
I mean I know they were more important
Than my mental heath

I never come to you with my problems
But whatever, come to me with yours
I'm sorry I'm not helpful
But your problems
Should obviously come before mine
It doesn't matter the tears are blurring my vision
Of course it's my fault
I can't be a better friend

I shut you out
You were only trying to help
But you can't
I'm not solvable
So stop acting like I am
You don't know what's wrong

I'm sorry. I had somethings that were still bothering me and I had to let them out.

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rachel g Dec 2012

resolved

I wonder if you realize how simple it would be. I thought about it last night; I think about it all the time. I think it's humorous how quickly I could leave everything behind, how quickly I could forget everything around here. How fast I could run away from these gray walls.
       One ticket. It's comical how solvable the problems are--the depth of the meaning of one ticket aboard any random vehicle. One choice, one idea, one word, and that's it.
       What's keeping me here? What keeps any of us here?
        I'm young, I'm selfish as hell, and I don't need someone to show me the way. It'd be like launching myself through the finish line.

I'm getting chills just thinking about it.

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sunrain afternoon Feb 2020

the architecture: our design, our formulation

the architecture: our design, our formulation

~
we design as we go along.

plans develop themselves organically.

somehow, we formalize, organize spontaneity.

learning-as-we-go, ourselves teaching each other’s selfs.

celebrating, locating our tangent intersections,

plotting points on the X Y axes of us.

labelling our quadrants,
past, now, planned but yet-to-be,
the unknown unknowns,
all upon blue lined graph skins.

a formula of a celebrated curvature, two unknowns, solvable, we are quadratic.

the precise precious precarious solution,
a single square root,
that intuits the wee of our
innate
relationship.

our solution is annotated for all
mathematicians as the

square root of us.

2/18/20
6:25am

somewhere in the internals

#sunrain #afternoon #the #architecture #our #design #formulation

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Martin Rombach Feb 2012

The Search

I am curious, amongst this ocean of distortion, imagination, insecurity and cellular amazing
Where I belong

Accept a place as an animal amongst animals
Or as a son of a omnipotent father so I don't feel alone

Accept a black and white document of myself
Because the full colour painting won't sell

Accepting dreams as translucent
Because I'm so cowardly to what could be made real

As I filter the wild tornado's wreckage behind me
Into something that I can build again
The smallest scrap of paper reminds me why I bother
Two words in familiar handwriting
"Why not?"

I know my faults as something solvable
I know my perks as something valuable
And I know compassion that warms the soul

Forgive me though, my confused observer
My brother in the street who knows **** all behind my face
Forgive me as I do
Whatever this is
My way

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lirau Apr 2017

Irony

When I was little, I'd
Laugh at the dramas on TV
As if their existential problems were
Something minor and
Easily solvable.

But now I understand
That we have many problems,
And if you are unlucky enough to have
An existential crisis
weighing you down
In addition to those problems,
Then I will cry for you instead.

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Harmony Sep 2014

Mother

written May 18, 2014

"Maybe if you used protection then you wouldn't have me
I'm sick and tired of feeling like I'm the reason you're unhappy
Every time you say 'you need a job' or 'I can't wait till you're out of high school'
All of that translates into my head 'I can't wait to live a life without you'
Maybe if you used protection this wouldn't be a problem
All these ******* complaints you have, all of them solvable
Because half the time you're *******, it's over the flaws I have made
Yet you never ******* appreciate the goodness I have portrayed
I'm sick and tired of feeling like I'm inferior in your life
Maybe if you used protection, I wouldn't be up writing this late at night
I'm so over the ******* and yelling and complaints
Maybe if you used protection, I wouldn't be your lives constraint
And I'm sick and tired of feeling unloved and unwanted
Because every time you say 'goodnight' I end up feeling daunted
In fear, I move very slow in hope that I won't wake you
Because everyone knows if that were to happen, all hell would break loose
And I'm sick and tired of feeling like I'm the reason you're unhappy
Maybe if you used protection then you wouldn't have me"

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Mateuš Conrad Oct 2016

Thesaurus Rex's Diplomacy

adherents of Darwinism
never ask the right questions,
they never ask awe-inspiring
questions...
    they always ask the
                self-assured
                      permanent questions...
          sure, Aristotle was wrong
and Darwin was right...
but at least Aristotelian thinkers
asked the wrong questions
and prolonged life:
while Darwinian thinkers
asked the right cul de sacs
worth of ******* -
Darwinism merely said:
philosophy begins with yawns...
        truly it begins with awe...
but yawns it is...
              you can be right
but nonetheless insolent in approach...
        while also being wrong
but nonetheless solvable
and accommodating in approach...
  what is the meaning of life?
  to ask impermanent (particular) questions
rather than ask permanent (universal) questions...
                    a |
       straight   |
    line             |
                                        Berlin
                       |
Palestine
                       |
                                        Churchill
Stalin
                       |
                       ^
               evil    good
                                         morality
without a compass.
  to ask but never ask in order to
encompass an answer (replication) -
                                to ask in order to
experience the full potency of asking per se,
            and to ask it to stage
the fullest mobilisation of
                                    creating ontological
momentum...
                               a life not questioned
is not a life worth moralisation: akin to
the Socratic investigation and the worth of living...
hence the morality analogue:
   a life not investigated is not worth living...
a life not questioned is not worth moralising...
            to question is to become moral:
the more questionable the more moral -
the more moral the less impressionable.

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Breeze-Mist Nov 2018

The maladaptive is attractive to those like me
Isn't there a world where you'd rather be
Hours of daydreams at the expense of living
Is worth it for a world more solvable and forgiving
Infection, hiding scars, and makeshift bandages
Are worth it for the focus and the high's advantages
Anonymous self depreciation like a digital confession
Is worth it for hiding my distracted depression
Wandering around with thoughts of the end
Before I start to face down what's going on in my head

#mentalhealth #maladaptive #depression

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C J Baxter Oct 2014

Pt. 6: The bottom : Sonnet Of The Key

The same that had fallen into and through ‘Alisdair’s' pocket.
The key. The key. Where has it fallen? I’ll scour the place.
I have fallen through this world for it. Now I lay at the bottom.
For amidst my lack of bright wit, with which I did fall.
I often thought I’d found it. Something to free me, all
but free from everything to a solvable small problem.
But the bottom is bottomless, as it often was above.
I’ll scour this fallen city, till I’m sour, to find young pity.

She fell into my lap. With the key around her neck.
Not out of nowhere, nor from above or below.
But fell none the less. And so of course I had to check.
I pinched myself twice, but she still lay staring deeply
into my eyes as until her eyes turned sleepily.
And then creepily I wandered through her head while she slept.

Pt.6 of a series of sonnets and songs

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GypsyPOet May 2016

In Love With a Poet

The substance is diluted but tasteless because the flavor is psychological
How many sips must you experience before you realize the essence is mythological?
In theory the idea was beautiful but solving the equation became impossible
It's impossible to equate to such a beautiful conclusion when the variables are just not logical
That's my way of admitting that you and I are just not possible
An inverted fraction, not solvable
A mixture of oil and vinegar, non-dissolvable
Always willing to try again but the chances of success are just not probable
If I were you I'd just walk away and let the heartache slowly follow you
Because if you stay you will be slowly following heartache and that's just not logical
The light is dimming in your eyes you don't have to tell me, I see it and I know it
Guess it’s just one of the many dangers you encounter when you fall in love with a poet

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Matt Sep 2015

In my lifetime
America will see
The end of its prosperity

And isn't everything
Just going along great

One day
I'll be eating canned foods

Underground facilities
Being built throughout the country

I see a hard time coming
For this country

We won't just continue on

Our debt crisis
Not solvable

I'm saying
To all you young Americans
On facebook
And instagram

Have you ever faced a hard time

I have a feeling
A hard time is coming to this country

No one that I know
Really wants to talk about it though
Just business as usual

Oh look, the game is on
Turn on the tube

We will always prosper here
Right?

There will always be
An endless supply of food
In our markets

War
Man has always been at war
And I think there could be
Another great war

This human race
A primitive race
Hasn't changed much over time

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Graff1980 Jun 2018

Untitled

He is an old
cold clod,
clay killer,
a muddy faced foe
of late
who I learned to hate;

Neurally neutered
by a network
of morally bankrupted
rich men
who tell him
what to think,

nervous and jittery,
a solvable mystery
that bothers me
because the enigma
could be easily
adjusted to improve
all of our lives.

Yet, he remains oblivious.
With a silvery shank of
stale ignorance
he stabs the very core of me,
promoting the gory,
and proactive expansion
of humanity’s worse traits.

A sea of sickness spreads
the black bile and poison of
oppression, sexism,
greed, bigotry,
and the intentional
obfuscation
truth.

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Ruby Nemo Apr 2018

to invent excusable outcomes
new man? new problems
awaiting me when I come home
can't I just blend forever
into the back of this car seat
maybe so then quiet can fulfill
attending false needs
and rectifying foreign relations
which never resembled harmony.
you lay out the floor plan
address solvable issues
but perhaps I'd rather rely
on the uncertainty a nighttime friend delivers
so I'll stay out here
among creations of another king
until the choir softens
leaving fate to determine
upon further mystery.

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Eleanor May 2021

Right Sided Thinking

My struggles now are solvable

Equations which are true

Equatable, and logical, there is all but an artful clue

A theory

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Bill Heffner Nov 2020

P R O B L E M S

P 'cause they're Predictable,
each day gives birth to some,

R 'cause they're Reminders,
to never turn and run, for

O has Opportunities,
to conquer each attack,

B has all the Blessings,
to fill in every crack,

L is for the Lessons,
each problem tends to teach, and

E because they're Everywhere,
like sand upon a beach,

M is for the Messages,
that bring a just reward, and

S means all are Solvable,
when Jesus Christ is Lord!

Inspired by the acrostic PROBLEMS from the book 'The Winning Attitude" authored by Dr. John Maxwell

used by permission

1 Peter 5:7 Cast all your cares on Jesus, because he cares for you.

PROBLEMS was shared by DJ Susan Cruz with the listeners of Detroit Radio Station WMUZ 103.5 FM in 1994.

I was also a guest with Susan Cruz on her program in 1995 via a live broadcast from the Detroit Auto Show at Cobo Hall where I recited PROBLEMS to the WMUZ listeners.

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Sketcher Nov 2018

I ask myself, "What's the point?",
Then end up rolling another joint,
Completely forgetting the question,
Never again to be mentioned,
Or brought up again ever,
These are the thoughts that must be severed,
Because thinking about it,
Makes me want to end it all, just quit,
So I sit and I stall in the pit,
Of loneliness under sedatives,
See me and say, "yeah, he kind of lives",
But obviously, I'm mostly dead,
A hunk of sad flesh that wants love instead,
Of more common necessities,
Dot your I's and cross your T's,
Hide the cries of impossibilities,
Fantasize over all the fantasies,
Climb to the highest point and feel the breeze,
That blows you off into the lake of fire,
In the lake there's many demons for hire,
They will sell you lies that are drugs and *****,
Feels at the top, but game over, you lose,
Still writhing at the bottom of the pit,
Dancing in blood and the phlegm of your spit,
You thought it made you rise but it didn't,
Still below it all and back to question,
"What's the point", lay down the bottle, rest gin,
Tuck it away, you're tucking it to sleep,
As you're woke again, you're back on your feet,
You talk about your problems to people,
Realize their solvable, you're feeble,
When it comes to talking about this stuff,
I want you to hear me, off with your muffs,
The abuse and pain, the love and the wealth,
Talking about this helped me understand myself,
As I continued to talk, the depressive thoughts fleeted,
Now I guess a good listener was all that I needed.

#listen #depression

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Ryan O'Leary Sep 2

------Ryan's Law------

.     I have made a discovery
      which, if it was scientific
      I would be hailed genius.
      Its classification of theory
      hypothesis or law would
      be without a doubt, a law.

      The population of flies is
      in ratio to that of birds, but
      measuring the former by
      the absence of the latter
      is mathematically not an
      équation that’s solvable.

      Area x velocity x distance
      = the sum of flies that hit
      a windscreen at a given
      time of day with similar
      sunshine & temperatures
      during same summer month.

      Sweden has less birds than
      other Scandinavian countries,
      those being Denmark Norway
      and Finland and that despite
      70% of the land forested and
      devoid of pest/herb/fungicides.

Ps

I am currently in the process of
trying to analyze my findings to
discover the reason for this very
strange intriguing phenomenon.

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