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"theoreticals" poems
Listening to Jimmy Buffet while relaxing on the roof, she says “I swear I could jump right off it, because I believe that I am bulletproof.” This prompts a needed conversation about theoreticals and physics, based on her lack of self preservation soon it will be her grave I visit. You turn pebbles into rocks and you make roads into sidewalks, while both are wrong I could take them on but you are like the chains to my locks. I was stumbling through the darkened hall leaning up for support against the the wall, And found myself in a dusty bathroom stall, advertising numbers of some bird I heard I should call. Give a penny for your thoughts, I’m saving up for nothing good. I beg “give it to me straight, doc” as any good doctor should. You turn pebbles into rocks and you make roads into sidewalks, and in my mind, how easily I find a thick outline that’s drawn in chalk. What a bone I’ve got to pick too bad it’s chipped and it’s been ground. I hope this situation doesn’t stick; but it’s past it’s welcome stuck around. And I’m greeted like an answering machine, except no has any answers left for me. It’s all just driven me right up the walls, I keep saying “you’re killin’ me, smalls.”
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Feb 5, 2025
Feb 5, 2025 at 9:34 PM UTC
Sandlot
Most people are hiding at big parties like this one I came here alone with glitter on my face as protection Now everyone I've met is on ketamine and oversharing I pick lemons from the tree that reaches over the fence and start handing them out but no one wants them No one wants my kindness Everyone just wants to make out and forget everything Perhaps I'll be the only one with memory of this night I'm stone cold sober but I too can be more honest than usual It's like one of those theoreticals someone asks you "You have one hour to say whatever you want without anyone remembering it: what would you say?" I tell everyone they are beautiful and that I wish I could hold them and give them something real They look at me how I imagine a ghost would before I disappear back into los angeles
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Jul 13, 2021
Jul 13, 2021 at 3:08 PM UTC
Come together and forget everything