Stream Of Consciousness Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
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burnin vessel
mornin breaks thru the sky
and I fracture open alongside it
barriers dissolvin
faster than I can name them
my blood runs wildfire fast
consumin. spreadin
coursin thru veins too narrow
to contain the sudden surge
of impossible light
each heartbeat a thunderclap
boom boom boom
echoin against fragile ribs
tryin to contain this symphony of percussion
I splinter and fracture into prisms
everythin burnin with overwhelmin intensity
every feelin equally demandin
pullin all my molecules into different...
and I fracture open alongside it
barriers dissolvin
faster than I can name them
my blood runs wildfire fast
consumin. spreadin
coursin thru veins too narrow
to contain the sudden surge
of impossible light
each heartbeat a thunderclap
boom boom boom
echoin against fragile ribs
tryin to contain this symphony of percussion
I splinter and fracture into prisms
everythin burnin with overwhelmin intensity
every feelin equally demandin
pullin all my molecules into different...
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uncertainty of breath
I don’t know if this is surrender or rebellion
beneath the crushin silence
the body learns to survive on less
shallow breaths
half a life
a quiet rhythm of endurance
moments where my lungs
remember their full capacity
allowin air to rush in
where only shadows dwelled before
a sudden clarity
both gift and question
liftin the fog
revealin the bright reach of sunlight
a path to…what?
I’m not sure if this is surrender or rebellion
when the voids depths...
beneath the crushin silence
the body learns to survive on less
shallow breaths
half a life
a quiet rhythm of endurance
moments where my lungs
remember their full capacity
allowin air to rush in
where only shadows dwelled before
a sudden clarity
both gift and question
liftin the fog
revealin the bright reach of sunlight
a path to…what?
I’m not sure if this is surrender or rebellion
when the voids depths...
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mornin ramble
funeral day. it’s rainin. i love that for her. she hated the rain. “ruins my day.” as if her day was the universe’s problem. now she’s gettin soaked on her way outa this world. i really can’t help but find bit of poetry in all of that. but somedays i still find myself thinkin like a vindictive drunk. old habits. but this moment in my day isn’t bout her or not completely anyway. i went to bed early last night. slept whole four hours. we call that success round here. then i laid there with nietzsche pickin at my brain. weirdest shit always slips in when i’m not sleepin at 1am. amor fati. love...
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awake
I don’t sleep much these days
nightmares wait patiently
crouched in the corners of sleep
where I’m small again
beneath thunderous rage
cowerin from the shadow
that swallows everythin I am
I wake chokin on panic
that I’ve spent years swallowin down
heart thrashin in my chest
as terror outlasts my dreams
I don’t sleep much these days
music arrivin without warnin
midnight melodies spinnin circles in my mind
fingers twitch tied to strings
ivory key puppeteer beckonin me
down the...
nightmares wait patiently
crouched in the corners of sleep
where I’m small again
beneath thunderous rage
cowerin from the shadow
that swallows everythin I am
I wake chokin on panic
that I’ve spent years swallowin down
heart thrashin in my chest
as terror outlasts my dreams
I don’t sleep much these days
music arrivin without warnin
midnight melodies spinnin circles in my mind
fingers twitch tied to strings
ivory key puppeteer beckonin me
down the...
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inconvenient
emptiness has weight
it settles in my chest
pourin concrete into the places
where breath should be
this isn’t sadness
this is forgettin how to be human
while remainin inconveniently alive
it’s the ache in my bones
the quiet scream of the days
draggin like shadows
too heavy to escape
and here I am
inconvenient
it settles in my chest
pourin concrete into the places
where breath should be
this isn’t sadness
this is forgettin how to be human
while remainin inconveniently alive
it’s the ache in my bones
the quiet scream of the days
draggin like shadows
too heavy to escape
and here I am
inconvenient
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fade
I kinda hate myself most of the time
not in dramatic ways that make good stories
just the constant background noise
of knowin exactly who I am
each breath I take feels stolen
taken from lungs more deservin of air
each heartbeat an unpaid debt
countin all of my wasted time
my touch turns the world to ash
crumblin beneath poisoned fingers
leavin nothin but gray remains
where warmth once lived
what grace there would be in vanishin
what kindness in disappearin
like nightmares with the mornin sun ...
not in dramatic ways that make good stories
just the constant background noise
of knowin exactly who I am
each breath I take feels stolen
taken from lungs more deservin of air
each heartbeat an unpaid debt
countin all of my wasted time
my touch turns the world to ash
crumblin beneath poisoned fingers
leavin nothin but gray remains
where warmth once lived
what grace there would be in vanishin
what kindness in disappearin
like nightmares with the mornin sun ...
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the inevitable you
who do you think you're foolin?
that reflection starin back at you
knows exactly who you are
knows exactly who you’ve been
progress?
just a brief intermission
let’s not pretend it’s permanent
we both know what’s comin
you can change your habits
but you can’t change what you are
a broken man with faulty wirin
programmed to self destruct
every half assed apology
every promise you didn’t keep
every relationship you set fire to
that’s the real you
they all wait for your next...
that reflection starin back at you
knows exactly who you are
knows exactly who you’ve been
progress?
just a brief intermission
let’s not pretend it’s permanent
we both know what’s comin
you can change your habits
but you can’t change what you are
a broken man with faulty wirin
programmed to self destruct
every half assed apology
every promise you didn’t keep
every relationship you set fire to
that’s the real you
they all wait for your next...
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creative loafer
mornins find me chasin ghosts
thru sound and silence
while somewhere in the mist
numbers dance without my permission
I've fashioned a foundation from absence
in the moments before expectation
where hours stretch waitin to be shaped
into whatever the day demands
my hands tell stories of brief devotions
obsessions that mark then fade
the world spins round ideas
I set in motion then left behind
whispers reach from distant shores
where I grant permissions
to a kingdom I built but rarely rule ...
thru sound and silence
while somewhere in the mist
numbers dance without my permission
I've fashioned a foundation from absence
in the moments before expectation
where hours stretch waitin to be shaped
into whatever the day demands
my hands tell stories of brief devotions
obsessions that mark then fade
the world spins round ideas
I set in motion then left behind
whispers reach from distant shores
where I grant permissions
to a kingdom I built but rarely rule ...
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about last night
worked my way past her waistband
divin into wet warmth
other hand under her shirt
thumb circlin her nipple
she arched against me
as my fingers explored deeper inside her
the gasp that fell from her lips
better than any drink I’ve ever tasted
“more” she whispered
lips brushin against my ear
thighs partin wider
her palm slidin against hardness thru my jeans
then suddenly she pushed me back
eyes dancin with a playful mischief
my hands trailin her departure
groanin at the loss of contact
...
divin into wet warmth
other hand under her shirt
thumb circlin her nipple
she arched against me
as my fingers explored deeper inside her
the gasp that fell from her lips
better than any drink I’ve ever tasted
“more” she whispered
lips brushin against my ear
thighs partin wider
her palm slidin against hardness thru my jeans
then suddenly she pushed me back
eyes dancin with a playful mischief
my hands trailin her departure
groanin at the loss of contact
...
#sex
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Tantalus
please make it stop please
no let me keep it forever
it pulses thru me like lightnin
caught between solid ground and endless air
each cell blazes with that simple image
feet on the edge with arms spread wide
no words exist for this current
racin up my spine
joltin thru nerve endins
the same sensation that tore me from sleep
now refuses to release me
I shake from the weight of this feelin
intense and violent
tremblin hands reach for meanin in empty air
as another wave crashes thru my chest
...
no let me keep it forever
it pulses thru me like lightnin
caught between solid ground and endless air
each cell blazes with that simple image
feet on the edge with arms spread wide
no words exist for this current
racin up my spine
joltin thru nerve endins
the same sensation that tore me from sleep
now refuses to release me
I shake from the weight of this feelin
intense and violent
tremblin hands reach for meanin in empty air
as another wave crashes thru my chest
...
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Icarus
mornin has found me vibratin
at a frequency beyond flesh
the dream’s cliff still present in my cells
my body pulsin with its beauty
the euphoria moves like a livin thing
gatherin power beneath my skin
floodin thru my chest
til I’m channelin somethin divine
my fingertips hold electricity
palms radiatin with warmth
words fail to capture what flows thru me
language too solid for this liquid state
my feet barely touch the floor
the world hummin in quiet response
this sweet current flowin thru my...
at a frequency beyond flesh
the dream’s cliff still present in my cells
my body pulsin with its beauty
the euphoria moves like a livin thing
gatherin power beneath my skin
floodin thru my chest
til I’m channelin somethin divine
my fingertips hold electricity
palms radiatin with warmth
words fail to capture what flows thru me
language too solid for this liquid state
my feet barely touch the floor
the world hummin in quiet response
this sweet current flowin thru my...
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the box
a battered elm box with rusted hinges
corners worn from years of use
latches that require a specific touch
deep gouges scar its surface
betrayin the chaos it holds
its weight shifts unpredictably
light enough to balance on fingertips
then breakin shoulders with its burden
an object that breathes in shadows
expandin slightly with every heartbeat
durin quiet hours it whispers in C minor
the same broken chord repeatin til dawn
the lid stubbornly resists
til struck at the upper left edge
a sharp blow that momentarily...
corners worn from years of use
latches that require a specific touch
deep gouges scar its surface
betrayin the chaos it holds
its weight shifts unpredictably
light enough to balance on fingertips
then breakin shoulders with its burden
an object that breathes in shadows
expandin slightly with every heartbeat
durin quiet hours it whispers in C minor
the same broken chord repeatin til dawn
the lid stubbornly resists
til struck at the upper left edge
a sharp blow that momentarily...
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