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CraigDee
Poem Published
14th Aug 2018 2:44pm
14th Aug 2018 2:44pm
Under The Knife.
I gave up trying to read while waiting on the hospital bed.
I'd been there for about two hours and now the words on the screen seemed intent on sealing my eyes shut. Some might say that my choice of reading material was a little inappropriate given the surroundings.
Bram Stoker's Dracula - A celebration of blood!
What could be more fitting?
Carefully putting down my Kindle on the small table next to the bed and turning onto my side, I stretched my legs out along the full length of the bed and partially closed my...
I'd been there for about two hours and now the words on the screen seemed intent on sealing my eyes shut. Some might say that my choice of reading material was a little inappropriate given the surroundings.
Bram Stoker's Dracula - A celebration of blood!
What could be more fitting?
Carefully putting down my Kindle on the small table next to the bed and turning onto my side, I stretched my legs out along the full length of the bed and partially closed my...
#dark
#dreams
#sleep
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Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
13th Aug 2018 11:14pm
13th Aug 2018 11:14pm
Prayer. page number the random, Two
its like i'm healing from some grevious injury. From several, actually.
Some cant be talked about, and are of my own making
or not
Others are of the devil's, as they might say, and those cant be talked about either, because i really dont remember them if they even exist or not and whatever.
but I've had a few intense experiences to help me prepare,
white light
so i can walk into the garden, embodied within a quotient of air, and light,
it's a...
Some cant be talked about, and are of my own making
or not
Others are of the devil's, as they might say, and those cant be talked about either, because i really dont remember them if they even exist or not and whatever.
but I've had a few intense experiences to help me prepare,
white light
so i can walk into the garden, embodied within a quotient of air, and light,
it's a...
#identity
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Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
12th Aug 2018 4:14am
12th Aug 2018 4:14am
don't need no title
As if there's a setting for automaton, and after clicking it one can just walk through, seeing nothing, neither outside nor within.
Except that. The synapses begin to flail, movements become jerky. Automaton begins to fry. Everything gets knocked over.
Disconnect that fucking circuit.
Except that. The synapses begin to flail, movements become jerky. Automaton begins to fry. Everything gets knocked over.
Disconnect that fucking circuit.
#identity
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Madintellect
Poem Published
13th Aug 2018 9:50pm
13th Aug 2018 9:50pm
Can't We All Get Along
Cant We All We All Get ALong:
BY MIke Stewart:
I do not taunt, no concern
I'd never want you to burn
I never flaunt, don't you learn
Can't we respond with a turn
And try to turn our direction
and not be concerned by affection
Have I not earned my protection?
I did not yearn for attention
at all
and I got it, but it's not my fault
It was never me who wanted to be fucking with the sky vault
If you respect me, all you'll be doing is hurting your future freinds
because love for me comes...
BY MIke Stewart:
I do not taunt, no concern
I'd never want you to burn
I never flaunt, don't you learn
Can't we respond with a turn
And try to turn our direction
and not be concerned by affection
Have I not earned my protection?
I did not yearn for attention
at all
and I got it, but it's not my fault
It was never me who wanted to be fucking with the sky vault
If you respect me, all you'll be doing is hurting your future freinds
because love for me comes...
#ImSorry
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Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
13th Jan 2018 2:16am
13th Jan 2018 2:16am
notes while waiting
notapoem
rather
viaclovsky personal plan for self-reorganization for the following year of our lawrd twentyeighteen
watch more baseball watch more footy but otherwise reduce all media consumption by a minimum of 83.3%.
a full-minded deep-dive into the Shakespeare canon.
must also read the following:
master and the margarita (Bulgakov)
let it come down (p bowles)
memoirs (tennessee williams)
memoirs (pablo neruda)
a world...
rather
viaclovsky personal plan for self-reorganization for the following year of our lawrd twentyeighteen
watch more baseball watch more footy but otherwise reduce all media consumption by a minimum of 83.3%.
a full-minded deep-dive into the Shakespeare canon.
must also read the following:
master and the margarita (Bulgakov)
let it come down (p bowles)
memoirs (tennessee williams)
memoirs (pablo neruda)
a world...
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Sumdumchik
Poem Published
28th Jul 2018 1:42am
28th Jul 2018 1:42am
damn it...
No other way to say .....
Your NOT!!! I thought you guys were having me go there in the heat just to prank me...
And I was trying to offer you help....
for nothing....plastic fruit...duh
That usually means your are starving... Call me...
Your NOT!!! I thought you guys were having me go there in the heat just to prank me...
And I was trying to offer you help....
for nothing....plastic fruit...duh
That usually means your are starving... Call me...
#apocalypse
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fieryangelsouljia
MorriganFey
MorriganFey
Poem Published
10th Aug 2018 9:50am
10th Aug 2018 9:50am
I Remember
I remember
Late nights spent wondering at the moon like voyagers in an aimless, yet glorious sea. Smiling and speaking of dreams, hopes, and wishes from the shoes we wore to the twinkling stars above.
I remember
Every priceless touch. Each and every loving gaze, selfless smile like individual drops of rain on a bedroom window lulling me away to a land where the water was honey and the flowers were bright.
I remember
Strong yet gentle hands sweeping the hair from my face and tucking it behind my ear. Firm lips pressed to my forehead in a...
Late nights spent wondering at the moon like voyagers in an aimless, yet glorious sea. Smiling and speaking of dreams, hopes, and wishes from the shoes we wore to the twinkling stars above.
I remember
Every priceless touch. Each and every loving gaze, selfless smile like individual drops of rain on a bedroom window lulling me away to a land where the water was honey and the flowers were bright.
I remember
Strong yet gentle hands sweeping the hair from my face and tucking it behind my ear. Firm lips pressed to my forehead in a...
#sadness
#depression
#regret
#grief
#breakup
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EliW
Elina
Elina
Poem Published
11th Aug 2018 10:06am
11th Aug 2018 10:06am
My Broken Theme Song
Music will save my soul.
Too bad I'm the only one in this godforsaken country. Isolated and lost in their vibe of manners and traditions... Darn baltic rednecks, idiot box worshipers, Hollywood imitators.
Once I had a dream
That I will be a star, and that there will be a band... That we would avenge the death of Kurt Cobain and kill the mainstream, spit in the face of journalists... That we would inspire millions to live free, to listen to their hearts, to love themselves, to let go and go crazy to the heavy chords of sober euphoria! I dreamt that our songs would be heard,...
Too bad I'm the only one in this godforsaken country. Isolated and lost in their vibe of manners and traditions... Darn baltic rednecks, idiot box worshipers, Hollywood imitators.
Once I had a dream
That I will be a star, and that there will be a band... That we would avenge the death of Kurt Cobain and kill the mainstream, spit in the face of journalists... That we would inspire millions to live free, to listen to their hearts, to love themselves, to let go and go crazy to the heavy chords of sober euphoria! I dreamt that our songs would be heard,...
#dreams
#LifeGoals
#disappointment
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poet_freak2003
Poem Published
26th Jul 2018 5:47am
26th Jul 2018 5:47am
I Don't Love You Anymore
I don’t love you anymore.
Maybe this came upon you when you decided to be absent in my childhood. I decided you were absent when all I can remember is you being there for my sixth birthday.
That’s it, that’s the only memory I have of you, and even then it’s small.
And maybe, I discovered this when all you would do is call me names, or tease me too often.
Maybe that’s why I’ve built up these walls, these walls that surround my heart that has softened,
But that shouldn’t happen with Father and Daughter, oh no, the father should be the reason these walls fall, not...
Maybe this came upon you when you decided to be absent in my childhood. I decided you were absent when all I can remember is you being there for my sixth birthday.
That’s it, that’s the only memory I have of you, and even then it’s small.
And maybe, I discovered this when all you would do is call me names, or tease me too often.
Maybe that’s why I’ve built up these walls, these walls that surround my heart that has softened,
But that shouldn’t happen with Father and Daughter, oh no, the father should be the reason these walls fall, not...
#hate
#father
#shame
#memories
#despair
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jenny_is_hungry
Poem Published
25th Jul 2018 5:57pm
25th Jul 2018 5:57pm
'Cause we were sisters
I'm not gonna lie
You taught me a lot
You gave me a voice
A back bone
A perspective
But in the end
You always burned
Even when there was no fire
To ignite the flame to begin with
I couldnt keep up with the ignition
Always capable of being set off
No room to let my guard down
It was fun at first
Fucking shit up and getting into trouble
It made me feel like I finally
Didn't give a fuck about anything
But it was a lie
And I suffered for it
More so the people I loved
Did I...
You taught me a lot
You gave me a voice
A back bone
A perspective
But in the end
You always burned
Even when there was no fire
To ignite the flame to begin with
I couldnt keep up with the ignition
Always capable of being set off
No room to let my guard down
It was fun at first
Fucking shit up and getting into trouble
It made me feel like I finally
Didn't give a fuck about anything
But it was a lie
And I suffered for it
More so the people I loved
Did I...
#sister
#heartbroken
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LastofKind
Poem Published
9th Aug 2018 10:55am
9th Aug 2018 10:55am
The headache
Mind is a dawn downfall
Working against attempts to treat it
To sleep
When you try to be good to
Anything in this damned world...
Whiskey burns over ice
Like the pushy sun
Gold, scorching away nights peace
Peace
Men, women, human
Murder the notion
Forcing their way into unwelcoming thoughts, frame of life. . .
I rather the dark of the night
Staining my glass
Wake me, hungover, when the intrusion ends
I'll want another drink
To ease the pain
Working against attempts to treat it
To sleep
When you try to be good to
Anything in this damned world...
Whiskey burns over ice
Like the pushy sun
Gold, scorching away nights peace
Peace
Men, women, human
Murder the notion
Forcing their way into unwelcoming thoughts, frame of life. . .
I rather the dark of the night
Staining my glass
Wake me, hungover, when the intrusion ends
I'll want another drink
To ease the pain
#emptiness
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Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
11th Aug 2018 2:59am
11th Aug 2018 2:59am
Journal. page number the random, One
fruitful introductory interaction
*
The last months since i started hrt have been...different. i feel way more self-confident and happy and aware, and of a person, than i ever did before.
of course, values are relative
*
Today I went to a cafe and it was so awesome. i felt so "On" as a transgender person, like i was just broadcasting it to the whole world, and all of the women in the cafe could tell it. The trans was super strong. and awesomely, there were no men...
*
The last months since i started hrt have been...different. i feel way more self-confident and happy and aware, and of a person, than i ever did before.
of course, values are relative
*
Today I went to a cafe and it was so awesome. i felt so "On" as a transgender person, like i was just broadcasting it to the whole world, and all of the women in the cafe could tell it. The trans was super strong. and awesomely, there were no men...
#identity
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DU Poetry : Least Read Non-Fiction Prose: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters
