"thx" poems
BAcon is really good please follow me because i love bacon thx
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
turns out I’m not as funny as I thought I was
also, turns out people who you talk to online are real people.
what
that’s weird
and nice
today I watched Scrubs for the first time
the main character is kind of cute
I do not like his friends ****** hair
today I watched the sunset in a field for the second night in a row
I decided I want to do this every single day
and I want people to come with me
but nobody wants to and I’m kind of sad about it
my friend is asleep and I’m not
if she were not here I would probably be crying about music
thx
when people ask what I write I have no idea what to tell them
because mostly people wouldn’t consider this poetry and I wouldn’t either
I just like writing small thoughts I think
I don’t know
I’m confused as ****
I’m nervous a lot of the time
I cannot keep eye contact with people because I am nervous at those times
that’s okay probably
she just made a noise that sounded happy while sleeping
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 6:01 AM UTC
would you mind reading this and giving your thoughts? http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1533551/narcol... it's my boyfriends and i think its really good, Thx :)
Matthew Conrad 5 minutes ago
i could write many things, the biggest constructive criticism these days concerning any output of poetry is rhyming, rhyming tends to disguise the poet in not digging deeper, in all honesty rhyming poetry is dead, instead there's a desperate need for a narrative, a captured narrative, rhyming doesn't really show you anything other than a strict technique of how poetry used to be written, a very neat Victorian standard of trying to not show your emotions; but to rhyme when talking about something as debilitating as narcolepsy feels like the problem is not really embraced, whereby the rhyming only embraces the routineness of the problem, like a swing... to and fro; if he could just do a carpe diem (seize the moment) rather than stress a whole lifetime's worth of it not changing by engaging in rhyme, for example: ask him to write about a dream, get him involved in remembering dreams rather than the dreary reality, after all... he spends a lot of time in the dream realm. but like i said, poetry these days is really trying to not use too much conscious technique of what was used in the past, not rhyming does not make poetry not-poetry, it just shoves grit into your eyes... creating a sense of spontaneity... plus you feel less constrained to be forcefully hitting an echo.
p.s. necro-lepsy... i'm awake all the time, and i feel i'm dead, the poor guy just sleeps a lot, i'm always dying.
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 6:00 AM UTC
Am Moses Makau Muthama a.k.a Triple M or M cubed bt simply known as KASHLINK!!! A Kamba by nature,born in Mombaxa around 1993,a saved christian wit God given gifts. I like socializin alot that guys mistake me 4 a 'player'!! Hobbies include: chilling wit pals,crackin jokes,watchin soaps n muviz,lstng 2 cool RnB's n Riddims,swimmin n playin soccer!! A die hard Man U fan indeed,skuld @ Bashir primo 07' n went 2 Kitondo Boys High xul 11' n did well thx 2 papa God! Currently @ JKUAT 15'. Am now lukn 4ward 2 leave a mark in the globe positively very xun! May da Lord bless de work of ma hands!!! Amen.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 7:51 AM UTC
Sup?
Me...movin on
Good times tho
Not u me
Yer great
Btw want my stf back
Drop off in a.m.
Work in morn
Thx
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 10:38 PM UTC
Anyone wanna chat I'm bored. And waiting for ember evanescent to finish creating a poem for me so wicked bored anyone up foor a conversation.
Dear followrs
Thanks for keepin
In touch stay that
Way plz thx: D
Love,
T-Gold
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 1:15 AM UTC
Because of you I broke out of my shell with other people and found myself in a crowd
I want to thank you but I know you wouldn't care
It's fine
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 9:03 AM UTC
be my bubble gum with the blueberry taste and pls stay there for a while thx
Feb 18, 2022
Feb 18, 2022 at 4:43 PM UTC
Just as a heads up to any of you readers it may concern, I'm abandoning both projects in the header. The Drama of Miriam Marcus is something you may see pop up again, either in its original form, or perhaps as an entirely different project.
Dark Spells was a project born out of the recurrence of a common, deep depressive state that finds me time and time again, one you may notice without my saying. While I often romanticize themes of depression, anxiety, paranoia, self-loathing, and self-destruction, I must point out that I do so because I'm bound to these feelings regardless of stagnation, regardless of agitation. I romanticize my illness simply as a means to survive, as a means to still feel fulfilled as a human despite the haunting emptiness.
That said, recent developments in my personal life have unchained me suddenly, and I'm overwhelmed with the need to embrace the misplaced. Concepts like happiness, curiosity, and wonder are once again nearly tangible. As such, a project as thematically troubling as Dark Spells is not currently a possibility.
TL;DR:
Yo thx for reading. Shit's about to get a little lighter, a little softer, a little warmer. I succcc.
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 9:36 AM UTC
Down and down I go this aisle with cart Oh hi man how are you? I’m fine that’s ‘ight and you I’m good thx yeah for me there someth? Oh yeah this here and this one pink envelope? well that’s from you know oh yes that’s one well fine okay have a good day yeah bye and off I go again for me? Yeah this I do not like him I try to keep him off my sight and mind but smile nice shirt oh yeah? just ironed well bye-bye pretentious ***** and phony also this is **** I should of said that next time sure for sure ensure the screech is pleasant to lubricate forgot après this finished howdy-rowdy for me smth no pardon c’est fine go by there’s really nothing poor old creep for him man’ years he here and not one sheet that’s triste but oh again this cramp should aim for loo ma’am après vous those thighs in nylon wiggle-waggle just like Bloom I am that day today but winter tho’ though onward batches envelopes and stamps hiya my mate how miles per day come forth that’s heyyy that is the one I yeahyeahyeah dumbf nonono he’s just like I like you like me obnoxious clown to grab and off this floor should be enough to from this height his gray to smash to mash this one is fine to smash to mash oh yuck this almost got me shhhhh
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Feb 8, 2020
Feb 8, 2020 at 3:04 PM UTC
The sound of your voice
Changes the tone of my day
It makes me want to
Lay my head on your chest
And listen to your heart all night
@letemflow
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 7:19 PM UTC
I know I am getting old.
When people text me.
An LOL here, a u thx.
I know I getting old.
When XXX :-)
I just can not see the ;etters.
Lets get back to the way it was.
Ring me and talk to me.
Then we can say I love you!
Mar 22, 2012
Mar 22, 2012 at 6:01 PM UTC
Life is going by so fast
Leaving me behind
My friends say bye
As they leave to
I have so much work but no time
My life is leaving
Social and all
Its gone
And all I have
Is music
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 11:14 PM UTC
I'm coughed to death
And sniffles to match
Numbered as grains of sand on the beach
Are my ailments that are laching me up
I'm sick
Really friggin sick.
In both my body
And my head
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 8:14 PM UTC
Everyone loves the dream but I **** it.
I slit the neck of Johnny Appleseed while he slept.
Prometheus ain't got **** on me.
These trees aren't the real thing, you see.
Slippery shrouded shadows mass produced as Mystery.
I left.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
Hey, who ever reads this announcement can you plz comment some ideas for poems cause I'm brain dead and haven't been able to think for 4 days. I appreciate it.
Thx.
Even tho nobody will prolly comment still thx.
Dec 30, 2020
Dec 30, 2020 at 7:48 PM UTC
if u want me to post ur writing or artwork on my blog use the link below to submit and ill look k thx
http://ourtwobodiesintoonepinkcasket.tumblr.com/submit
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 2:07 PM UTC
don't look at me
don't offer me a tissue
don't offer to sit down
and talk with me about my issues
you are not a therapist
or a licensed professional
you are not my priest
this is not a confessional
stop psychoanalyzing me
it doesn't take a genius
to understand i'm not okay
it's not your problem so just leave it
be because i don't have the energy
to make you feel like a hero
you won't really care
you'll just act like it would appear so
because somehow fixing me will put you together
in a twisted way i'll never understand
don't wanna be your next project
i don't need your helping hand
because if i tell you all my secrets
that'd be giving you exactly what you've wanted
and the next thing i know
it will be your fist to my stomach
and a knife in back
with my story public domain
don't need your rehabilitation
i can deal with my own pain
or maybe i can't
i really don't care
my life will be better off without you
get out of my hair
i can't afford to tend to you
and satisfy my own needs
not to be rude but i'll have to pass
i don't need your charity
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 1:18 PM UTC