"straightforwardness" poems

I like mandarin oranges I like the way they taste I like they way they look I like how they fit in pockets I like their straightforwardness I like that they are easily segmented I like how easily shared they are with others I like how I can hold a few in my hand at once I like the feeling when I peel it all in one long peel I like running my thumb under the skin as I peel it I like the way they make my hands smell afterwards, orange-y I like how people seem mildly impressed when I am finished peeling I like folding the skin back into its original sphere like I never peeled it at all I like when people play along when I give it to them even though they know it’s just skin I like putting the peel on my head like hat or fake hair and pretending it’s normal I like pinching the peel and looking at the little spray of citrus I like ripping the peel up into little, tiny, itty-bitty pieces I like having that little orange pile on my desk I like knocking the little green ****** off I like chewing on the big pieces of pith I like looking at the word pith I like saying pith, pith, pith I like mandarin oranges

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May 2, 2017

May 2, 2017 at 6:03 PM UTC

robert-z

mandarin oranges

I like mandarin oranges I like the way they taste I like they way they look I like how they fit in pockets I like their straightforwardness I like that they are easily segmented I like how easily shared they are with others I like how I can hold a few in my hand at once I like the feeling when I peel it all in one long peel I like running my thumb under the skin as I peel it I like the way they make my hands smell afterwards, orange-y I like how people seem mildly impressed when I am finished peeling I like folding the skin back into its original sphere like I never peeled it at all I like when people play along when I give it to them even though they know it’s just skin I like putting the peel on my head like hat or fake hair and pretending it’s normal I like pinching the peel and looking at the little spray of citrus I like ripping the peel up into little, tiny, itty-bitty pieces I like having that little orange pile on my desk I like knocking the little green ****** off I like chewing on the big pieces of pith I like looking at the word pith I like saying pith, pith, pith I like mandarin oranges

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i could spend my life in utter awkwardness watching my brothers smoke and my sisters cry aunties smiling and prolonging straightforwardness my ***** cousins won’t ever say hi i could spend my life sitting at the corner writing poems about these drap people who refuse to stay in their homes the kids would play hide and seek the mannequins with heads up until it’s too awkward to not speak skinny waists, blackened eyes, and porcelain faces daru desi banging loud; turning us deaf high heels; no flats no laces horrible is the food beautifully prepared by the chef (who, by the way, thinks we're unbelievably uncivilised) i see them drenched in forgettum juice they’re deep in drunken oblivion, you see it’s incredible - when they say ‘let loose’ ’cause their eyes pry when you let yourself free the ladies enjoy their liberation; those poor oppressed dearies no more doting on their husbands in juxtaposed veneration they give a grave attempt to personify their reveries the men enjoy pelvic thrusting they’re sly crooks who love lusting i guess i’ll be alright; for a mere few minutes, if i’m out of sight

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Sep 20, 2014

Sep 20, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC

jaanamj

absurd roots

i could spend my life in utter awkwardness watching my brothers smoke and my sisters cry aunties smiling and prolonging straightforwardness my ***** cousins won’t ever say hi i could spend my life sitting at the corner writing poems about these drap people who refuse to stay in their homes the kids would play hide and seek the mannequins with heads up until it’s too awkward to not speak skinny waists, blackened eyes, and porcelain faces daru desi banging loud; turning us deaf high heels; no flats no laces horrible is the food beautifully prepared by the chef (who, by the way, thinks we're unbelievably uncivilised) i see them drenched in forgettum juice they’re deep in drunken oblivion, you see it’s incredible - when they say ‘let loose’ ’cause their eyes pry when you let yourself free the ladies enjoy their liberation; those poor oppressed dearies no more doting on their husbands in juxtaposed veneration they give a grave attempt to personify their reveries the men enjoy pelvic thrusting they’re sly crooks who love lusting i guess i’ll be alright; for a mere few minutes, if i’m out of sight

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Most important 1 letter word I Success-driving 2 letter word DO Miserable 3 letter word BEG Life-essential 4 letter word FOOD Peace-destroying 5 letter word STEAL Omnipotent &omnipresent 6 letter word HUNGER Nomadic modern 7 letter word MIGRANT Hypothetical 8 letter word EQUALITY Amnesia affected 9 letter word SACRIFICE Exploitation creating 10 letter word BRILLIANCE World-changing 11 letter word INSPIRATION Highly absent 12 letter word UNATTAINABLE World-dominating 13 letter word ADVERTISEMENT World-dividing 14 letter word DISCRIMINATION Highly-demanding 15 letter word CONGRATULATIONS Nature defining 16 letter word UNPREDICTABILITY Service-destroying 17 letter word COMMERCIALIZATION Perseverance-driving 18 letter word UNSATISFACTORINESS Self-destroying 19 letter word STRAIGHTFORWARDNESS History-determining 20 letter word COUNTER REVOLUTIONARY.

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Jan 22, 2019

Jan 22, 2019 at 4:30 AM UTC

L16081995

*LEARNING 1 TO 20 WITH WORDS*

Most important 1 letter word I Success-driving 2 letter word DO Miserable 3 letter word BEG Life-essential 4 letter word FOOD Peace-destroying 5 letter word STEAL Omnipotent &omnipresent 6 letter word HUNGER Nomadic modern 7 letter word MIGRANT Hypothetical 8 letter word EQUALITY Amnesia affected 9 letter word SACRIFICE Exploitation creating 10 letter word BRILLIANCE World-changing 11 letter word INSPIRATION Highly absent 12 letter word UNATTAINABLE World-dominating 13 letter word ADVERTISEMENT World-dividing 14 letter word DISCRIMINATION Highly-demanding 15 letter word CONGRATULATIONS Nature defining 16 letter word UNPREDICTABILITY Service-destroying 17 letter word COMMERCIALIZATION Perseverance-driving 18 letter word UNSATISFACTORINESS Self-destroying 19 letter word STRAIGHTFORWARDNESS History-determining 20 letter word COUNTER REVOLUTIONARY.

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Oh my dear friend where are you? Till yesterday we fought we argued we discussed we debated we agreed we disagreed we agreed to disagree we learnt from each other or at least I learnt a lot from you.. But Oh my dear friend where are you? We said goodbye in the late evening at the side of the road Leading to your abode On a Tuesday night Only to hear that You had gone away With out a word the next day! I still remember your smiling face your sparkling eyes through your glasses your sharp and crisp words your simplicity your sense of humour your no-nonsense approach to things your straightforwardness your firm but friendly voice You left me on the highway Not to return only your memories will linger in my mind till I find another friend just like you which is impossible for you are so much inside me.. Oh my dear friend where are you..? Even after all these days I feel you as my pillion rider at the back of my bike. Oh my dear friend, where are you..?

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Oct 24, 2015

Oct 24, 2015 at 1:35 AM UTC

tprmenon

Obituary to a Lost friend

Oh my dear friend where are you? Till yesterday we fought we argued we discussed we debated we agreed we disagreed we agreed to disagree we learnt from each other or at least I learnt a lot from you.. But Oh my dear friend where are you? We said goodbye in the late evening at the side of the road Leading to your abode On a Tuesday night Only to hear that You had gone away With out a word the next day! I still remember your smiling face your sparkling eyes through your glasses your sharp and crisp words your simplicity your sense of humour your no-nonsense approach to things your straightforwardness your firm but friendly voice You left me on the highway Not to return only your memories will linger in my mind till I find another friend just like you which is impossible for you are so much inside me.. Oh my dear friend where are you..? Even after all these days I feel you as my pillion rider at the back of my bike. Oh my dear friend, where are you..?

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You know it's funny to think you would bring this upon me An obsession that is driving me to the edge Classmate at first glance and soulmate with deeper inspection Beauty on the outside and mystery within As I sip on this wine I look into your eyes Some roses and a glimpse of euphoria is what I see Your nature matches a silent film Quiet, but impactful My only anticipation is your reciprocation A one way desination You're more than a weekend vacation Don't mistaken my straightforwardness for desperation

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Dec 23, 2017

Dec 23, 2017 at 11:10 PM UTC

jack-mandala

Lovesick

You know it's funny to think you would bring this upon me An obsession that is driving me to the edge Classmate at first glance and soulmate with deeper inspection Beauty on the outside and mystery within As I sip on this wine I look into your eyes Some roses and a glimpse of euphoria is what I see Your nature matches a silent film Quiet, but impactful My only anticipation is your reciprocation A one way desination You're more than a weekend vacation Don't mistaken my straightforwardness for desperation

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Occupation: Blank canvas. Description: Glassy exterior, vast interior. Descends to negative infinity and ascends to positive infinity. Knows everything and nothing. Paralyzed towards straightforwardness, open to distractions.

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Jul 16, 2019

Jul 16, 2019 at 11:37 PM UTC

renay

Stuck

Occupation: Blank canvas. Description: Glassy exterior, vast interior. Descends to negative infinity and ascends to positive infinity. Knows everything and nothing. Paralyzed towards straightforwardness, open to distractions.

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i go out seeking a great perhaps immenser than the void i know. but you have left as all the others did -- only a few remained. yellowing letters with words growing thinner and thinner barely hanging, loosely against the mouth of the fringe. it is not enough that you have left. it is not enough that this room shouts enormously with its darkness pressing against the venetian and i cannot see you anymore. it is not enough that i hear your footsteps mince away towards the seep of the door where your departure has overstayed its welcome. it is not enough that there will be no more mornings to delight in - only nights where i scrounge for light only to find that even the things that glint have no use anymore. it is not enough that we have screamed, yelled, bellowed our names at each other in love, now on hate. it is not enough that your once callow eyes are now lion-telling and mine, vulterine. the arrival is just as swift as the pulse of leaving and now in the next room are so many women, and it does not help that there are also many rooms fraternized altogether, filled with more and more people. the fuller the earth gets, the sicker i become, and the more stricken i become, the more i remember that i have died wanting more deaths. soon i will find your debris scattered throughout the streets made for me to walk on. a strand of hair, a pair of shoes, a dress you never wore, the telephone like a petrified train in the station of my hollow being, and that it would ring, i know it too well, but there will be a strange voice at the other end that will pierce me back to remembering how you sound and i will take it, i will take it for for the indictment nears its brutal straightforwardness: it will never be you waving at the other end of the street together with the ugly palms. it will never be you in the dress, it will never be you on the passenger seat peering out into the world with eyes beating the darkness of the freeway with the many exploding lights of who you are and what you've given me with what was left of you, and what i've given you amid this thing of being me. it is never enough. it is never enough that i know this, and it is never enough that unknowing you is longer than how we have known each other when our voices are the only once that dwelt within ourselves.

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Sep 14, 2015

Sep 14, 2015 at 11:46 AM UTC

windsor-i-guadalupe-jr

Untitled

i go out seeking a great perhaps immenser than the void i know. but you have left as all the others did -- only a few remained. yellowing letters with words growing thinner and thinner barely hanging, loosely against the mouth of the fringe. it is not enough that you have left. it is not enough that this room shouts enormously with its darkness pressing against the venetian and i cannot see you anymore. it is not enough that i hear your footsteps mince away towards the seep of the door where your departure has overstayed its welcome. it is not enough that there will be no more mornings to delight in - only nights where i scrounge for light only to find that even the things that glint have no use anymore. it is not enough that we have screamed, yelled, bellowed our names at each other in love, now on hate. it is not enough that your once callow eyes are now lion-telling and mine, vulterine. the arrival is just as swift as the pulse of leaving and now in the next room are so many women, and it does not help that there are also many rooms fraternized altogether, filled with more and more people. the fuller the earth gets, the sicker i become, and the more stricken i become, the more i remember that i have died wanting more deaths. soon i will find your debris scattered throughout the streets made for me to walk on. a strand of hair, a pair of shoes, a dress you never wore, the telephone like a petrified train in the station of my hollow being, and that it would ring, i know it too well, but there will be a strange voice at the other end that will pierce me back to remembering how you sound and i will take it, i will take it for for the indictment nears its brutal straightforwardness: it will never be you waving at the other end of the street together with the ugly palms. it will never be you in the dress, it will never be you on the passenger seat peering out into the world with eyes beating the darkness of the freeway with the many exploding lights of who you are and what you've given me with what was left of you, and what i've given you amid this thing of being me. it is never enough. it is never enough that i know this, and it is never enough that unknowing you is longer than how we have known each other when our voices are the only once that dwelt within ourselves.

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