Throbbing helplessness
Loss, but only enough so
It’s never over
Category: Uncategorized
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I Guess I Live Here Now OR Shame
Remember when you
didn’t spend enough time on
your schedule so you’re dead nowAlso you wasted people’s time because you’re the worst.
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Disappointing OR No It’s Not My Fault, Please!
It’d be nice if
I could blame someone else for
this series of things
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The Truth
You:
*Misunderstanding*
Me:
*Corrects misunderstanding*
You:
*Very skeptical*Me:
*I want to do crawl in a hole so I can blow it up while you stand on me*
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Electronic Mail OR Avoiding 1
What have we done -weighs-
Digital intention -me-
Crush my will and -down-
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Selfishness 5
I’m in a ditch, where the wind howls my name
And the soft footfall of empathy is drowned out by
Concern that my needs won’t be met first
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Selfishness 1
Shame, blame, doubt, fear, rage
Bubble up, in unison
When empathy lacksGossip is a key to sad
A reflection of your worst
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Guest Submission: “Lady Bird”
by John Phillip Allen
Shouting desperately
Dying to be heard and yet
Everyone passes by
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*Glug* OR Thanks For Teaching Me To Swim
It isn’t your fault.
Here we are, underwater
And I can’t breathe right
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One Week (Plus Half Again) Is Actually Groundhog Week (Plus Half Again) OR Beer Me, June
Longest Week (plus half again),
Could we have a chat?
I need you to cool out, because
my brain may fall out.Sincerely,
Alex
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This Is It (Don’t Get Scared Now) OR Is This It?
We (not me) used to
hammer things, and skin rabbitsNow we update blogs
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I Miss You Old Friend OR This Is Why You’re Unsettled, You Loaf
I’m writing a line
about a blog I neglect.Which does inspire…
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Head Psyrinking OR Hey, Quiet In There!
Working on structure
To filter thoughts from out louds
And breathe cautious breath
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If I Have To Send Another Email, I’m Going To Pull My Brain Out And Feed It To Myself
I used to think that
It was communication
Now I know it’s me
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Tapped OR …
Like its burdensome meals and loathsome treats,
December also fills its gullet with the gold from my coffers
And feasts to blind end, as I shovel my ends to feed its insatiable appetiteThen January rolls along, my discretions catch up
And the echo of my empty vault is long and deafening
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Dear You or You or You
Please go rot, you small,
miserable mirror of
your own short-comings.#stupidhashtagmeansnothing
#yetanotherstupidtag
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Grandiose Deflection OR I’m Sorry
Straddling right/wrought
Like a flood climbs a levy
We drown in our dreadOr better put:
Can’t talk, gotta eat
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Acknowledging My Place
The weight and pursuit
of diligence; watching eyes
perusing your feedFeels like I’m always crashing
through thick, vitriolic glassWhen the world fogs up,
even being overwhelmed
reeks of privilege
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Congratulations ALSO I Hate Everything (Just Kidding, Grandma. Things Are Fine, I Promise)
I want to be happy for the people in my life who have success
I want to want the best for them
I want to stop comparing myself to them
I want my timeline to be separate from theirsBut I can’t, so I’m tragically disappointed.
Here’s a haiku:
Roses, violets
Smell nice, but who gives a shit
I’m still nobody.
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Dear San Diego, I Still Don’t Miss You
Three years since returned
And the sky has yet felled, razed
But life has surely changedAnd fall is falling on us
And life is once again, good
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Late Breakfast Problem
When your heart’s on ten
And the food that you shovel
has little effectYou swim, caffeine misery
Overloaded, in despair
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