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Spillway Failure

ideas flow through plumbing pipes

through valves and faucets open wide

an outside party turns the knob

the nozzle seeks my words to hide

within the pipes a pressure builds

a slew of sounds stands fit to burst

a brain with comments overfilled

prevented still from speaking out

ideas leave the plumbing pipes

through valves and faucets open wide

deserting trust and learning wrong

the nozzle always seeks to hide

within the pipes a desert town

abandoned sound keeps far away

a brain with comments smothered down

prevented still from speaking out

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Service Disoriented

over the horizon comes the sun dipped in the hilltops

working extra hours at the factory that made you

sober from the thought that soon enough the sun will stay

lurking in the shadows of the dying living wage

growing ever restless of your resting in detritus

serving from the footprint of the boot that stomps you worthless

going for the throat when once again the sun arises

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Disrepair

exhaust the paper of a book and turn the page reflexively

tear up the thin material replace the book expensively

use up what little left there is within the book extensively

acquire a strange addiction use the pages reprehensibly

when feeling comes to take the book put up your arms defensively

exhaust the bones within your hands and have to wait correctively

the way that you defend yourself it isn't interceptably

continue tearing pages making up lost time for pedantry

the pages and your bones you break in doing so intensively

ability to break will be destroyed incomprehensibly

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Acidic Task

I sit and I rot and I writhe and I scream

why can't I just finish the task I imagine

why can't I accomplish the thing I believe

could be over in minutes, a task made of ease

I rotate forever the thought that I'm trapped in

its axis the want and its motive the need

the gyroscope stable, it feels my reaction

it craves that I answer the torture it weaves

I sit and I rot and I can't brush my teeth

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Text Me When You Get Home

i just need to cover up

I'm scared to take my jacket off

I know the fabric's not enough

to keep the hungry gazes off

I keep my tail between my legs

they wish it something else instead

I look away, keep down my head

if I respond, their fault is dead

but lock away my angry thoughts

and always be polite to not

do damage to the pride they've got

'cause if you're mean, you might get shot

I have to always be aware,

to always recognize a stare

from eyes with murderous intent

for if I don't, I'll end up dead

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Blood Beneath My Fingernails

not attacking or defending, but a third piece of the puzzle,

that I can't resist the urges when they're washing over me.

there is blood beneath my fingernails, the urge deserves a muzzle

my fingers say I have to, say I need to see it through.

call it what you like, call it compulsive or repeated,

the title doesn't change the type of habit that I do.

and looking through the ruin of the layer I defeated

you mock the type of person that you think I choose to be.

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Crime Scene

this is not a dance floor, this is a crime scene

the death of the semblance of the thought that you liked me

and the murder of the feeling isn't even near a mystery

a culprit with a face that has a twisted kind of history

you didn't even drag me through the mud

you just left me there untouched

am I even worth your time? I know I'm not worth your love

but I wish you took a day

or a moment just to say

something hurtful, something mean, am I even worth your hate?

this is not a wet bar, this is a crime scene

the burned up corpse of the love you could've shown me

and the culprit stands above it with an empty can of gasoline

an easy apprehension from a morbid type of guarantee

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Hey God,

hey god, I know you're trying

but damn, you missed the mark

the wrong people are dying

and I feel like it's your fault

the people who have hurt me,

they never seem to halt

and it almost seems impossible

for someone to revolt

hey god, I know you hate me

but please listen one time

we're going round in circles

and none of this is right

I feel like if you loved me,

he really would have died

but if you loved everybody

then you never would have tried

hey god, I know you're angry

why take it out on me?

please take just one day off,

just one short-lived sick leave

my life has gone to pieces

you're crushing me, so please

just be a little nicer,

that's everything I need

hey god, I know you're busy

but I have another question

why'd you build us so the hated

all end up with bad depression?

why'd you make us so we all end up

with anger we're repressing?

why'd you make it so damn hard

for me to ever find acceptance?

hey god, I know I hate you

but no hard feelings, right?

I'm leaving you forever

I'll find out when I die

I was stuck inside your box

now there's too much to decide

I think that I'm content

with never really knowing why

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Thunderstorm

the clouds open up and their tears start to flow

and it's cold on your skin, on your face, and you know

you're alive in the rain, pitter patter, pitter patter

but a crash and a boom and the thunder's getting louder

so you rush in the house and you hide through the door

but the sound doesn't calm and the rain starts to pour

but the storm's not outside, through your window you peer

in your head, in your brain, in the home of your fears

and the rain doesn't fall from the sky, but your face

and you realize it's you and they quicken their pace

though the storm isn't out, isn't loud, isn't seen

it goes on in your head and you can't quarantine

memories that you find blowing loose in the wind

and you hurt and you writhe at the places you've been

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100 Days, 100 Poems

Yesterday I reached my goal of posting 100 poems in a row without missing any days.

One more poem in a row to celebrate:

—

100 days, 100 poems

100 thoughts with space to grow in

100 minutes, 100 hours

100 thoughts have ceased to cower

100 fights, 100 throes

100 thoughts of friends and foes

100 poems, 100 days

100 thoughts forever saved

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I will continue to post poems — just not quite daily.

I can also reply to asks now! I wanted to post nothing but the daily poems to keep the streak "intact." I'm not entirely sure why, but now that I've passed the goal I set it doesn't matter!

I look forward to the future of my poetry! <3

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Overlap

nine to five job destroying myself

nitpick, skin pick, grit teeth rotting

ground to dust inside my skull

skull full of headaches, over under

nausea, hurting, eyes backburning

don't know which way's up or down

down to earth through crust and mantle

rocks kept as addendum pets

find the stone a forever home

home infested by creeping shadows

war hoard, warlords, fights emerging

peace cut by a stray sword swing

swing the rhythm of a song

long beat, short beat, repeating over

back and forth the chords resound

resounding through an echoed silence

quietly the moon stops rising

by the time the clock chimes nine

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The Sun

the sun has a heartbeat

it never stops

it beats through day and night

it bounces off the moon

who asks its light to never die

the sun has a heartbeat

at dawn it climbs

at dusk it slows to almost stop

but never quite completely

does its light not reach your eyes

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Deeper Breathing

as poets, we're obsessed with deeper meanings;

as writers we ask words to give us life.

we scribble down on pages hardly breathing

and ask that what we smothered is revived.

as people, we're surprised we still stay breathing;

we beg that through our actions, we're revived.

and woven through the pages is the meaning;

these are my extra days of bonus life.

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Ebb and Flow

children that played on the swings in the past

it's different than a glance would see

a rhythm that changes, that sways and falls back

it steps a foot outside the scene

a transient image that pools at your feet

a puddle left by rainy skies

a pebble that strikes it and sinks underneath

the mud the water left behind

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Death in Life and Life in Death

you are shoved in a pit and the grief fills your head

you think to yourself that like this, you feel dead

but you can never be as dead as those who have died

not unless you find the courage to blow up your life

to fall prey to your head and go out with a bang

but instead you press on and you live with the shame

that you dare to describe how you feel as a death

when it's something entirely different instead

and it feels like a mock, like a taunt, just to say

that your head feels dead when your thoughts melt away

but the dead who are gone never know, never judge

never think that your brain is a lie you built up

never haunt your dead eyes, in your corners of sight

never discount the way that you translate the fight

you are not disappointing the faces that died

just by claiming you feel dead in your shell of a life

moving on isn't rude, isn't mean, isn't wrong

I can't promise relief but I hope they would want

for your life to go on, never slain, never stopped

by the hands that you use fallen down to get up

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Thirteen

i never had a 13th grade

i ran at 13 miles an hour

i cut myself for 13 days

regretted it for 13 hours

i used to be 13 in age

i knew the names of 13 beetles

i hurt myself in 13 ways

i hid the hurt from 13 people

13 times forgot the date

i stayed asleep for 13 hours

stories that spanned 13 pages

i had the fear of 13 cowards

voice that echoed 13 rages

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Give or Take

into a bucket you give what you've taken

to the rim of the bucket and not a drop more

I notice you hold back for fear that you're wasting

I hope for your sake that the splash overflows

for every drop added is not a drop wasted

a droplet exuded, a droplet received

regardless of whether you see it be taken

a droplet from you is a droplet for me

so I pour in the bucket my hoarded collection

you glare as the puddle expands at your feet

through cracks in the ground what I give is collected

a droplet exuded, a droplet received

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