Long Unoriginal Poems

As darkness absorbed in my reveries, my usual lapse accommodated itself in height of melancholy but not in this conscience. Then I found myself in my room and my window opened. Everything in upheaval, a...

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Dreams are unoriginal, and movement's traditional
 So keep moving, everyone’s watching and scoring your every move
 The feeling it could pay out has severed away somehow
 And every time it works out, you'd like to...

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This is a broken emptiness
So surrounded in fixedness you can't get at it
All I've ever wanted, I'm that
But in disorder
Unoriginal amongst poets
My drama is bound, I won't let it out
All doors remain shut
I dare not...

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at last he knows what
has been kicking his ass all these years
living a slow trauma smelling of empire
guardians of civilization on strike or asleep
concluding that non-conformists are all alike
but wait I am harsh this is...

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Peter was able to see some of the ant-like Macy's Thanksgiving parade by leaning suicidally over the 50th floor balcony. I go into fight-or-flight panic if I get anywhere near the railing. The parade passes...

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While you waited, he slipped comfortably into her panties.

Sometimes less is not more, it's just short of enough.

Rather than saving for a rainy day you should buy an umbrella today.

If you are reaching for the...

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It’s a peculiar feeling, isn’t it? To be one of 8 billion. To surely be the one and only soul to have unique experiences, immersive suffering, triumphs—

Ha. 

A peculiar feeling to be sure, to be...

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Strangeness
Seeing the play of the book I hadn't read
Ocean at the End of the Lane

I've read no Neil Gaiman (though when I was 19 my then boyfriend went to a book signing and said I'd...

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All I need is a coffee and some Advil
A little selective remembering will help.

Caring is far too inconvenient.
Your indifference is startling.

Your beauty is unoriginal
And it unoriginally takes my breath away.
When I saw you, our eyes...

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A broken promise, demoralized man who is incapable of being true, 	
A thoughtless coward, oblivious clown, this is what I think of you,

A woeful chicken, a runaway guy is how you're now portrayed,
A selfish critter,...

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Fallen upon knees in ashes of pipe dreamer’s infatuation 
chimera's collective stardust reigning through macrocosms,
world spins counterclockwise unrealistically bound hiatus
stained glass mirrors fracture in rhetorical opposition,
earthly beings condensed to mere commonplace residue
threadbare allegiances written on...

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Empty bottles scattered across the linoleum floor
Just like the futile coke bags floating in your toilet bowl
Both still congested with the lost memories that occurred last night
Blacking out under the twilight
Stars crashing down on the...

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Your beauty is unoriginal
And it unoriginally takes my breath away.
When I saw you, our eyes did not meet
Creating
Manic ripples of uncontrollable fears
Concerning my shortcomings.

Your beauty
		as it goes
Allows you a life free from expectations
Selfish lovely thing.
Attaining...

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As unshaped as water, as filthy as streets, as hard as rocks:-
The separation we create
I remember our memories, I turn in pride 
I remember the days…, how we used to pass them by
I remember the...

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Rice is necessary for eating Chinese food, at least in America
So, if you have intention of stealing my rice when I am getting seconds
face my rice bowl retribution

You use so much make-up I cant tell...

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Fools dance among the moon lit harvest,

Celebrating dusk and all its artificial glories,

While speaking of their tainted loves,
They become motivated by unoriginal stories,

But only light can kill these storms,
And only love can make their blood...

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Where are the magpies?
Where the ruined cathedrals
where are the birds
that once made their homes
in the hollow heads of saints?

Here all dwell in the new or the old
the days between are bulldozed,
the waste rubble resold.

Crowds seek...

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Light at the end of the tunnel is an old clichet that imparts wisdom
to words that are usually not too appealing.
Clichets describe thoughts with no new original feeling.
Saved by the bell will only apply to...

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Red lips I see them in dreams
Bare chest I wish I felt it here
I wish I could have everything with you
A connection spiritual, and also one  in the physical

I want to be the one...

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Fell into this rabbit hole
I went down down down,
Into another Country
I Hit the ground ground ground,
Fell in love with danger
Until it bit like a snake,
I Realized I was surrounded by the 
Fake fake fakes,
Now climbing...

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I am far from enamoured by the Rose.
The colour most gifted is often red.
Unoriginal it is mostly chose.
Men lay soft petals upon lover’s bed.

Do women not imagine so much more?
Other flowers that will not prick...

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Problems
          

So many problems came  to me
Like a sea of unbound mystery 
Bushwa of unoriginal thoughts 
Flooded   my own soul with 
trivial sights
I...

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Reactions trolls give never give me negative
more the opposite, a great positive
seeking to collapse my spirit until forgotten
attracting spirit of "thank God I'm not them"

If the song to you sombre
and you protest in comment
making unhappiness...

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Another poem
About being alone. 

Unoriginal,
Repetitive,
Old. 

A poem scattered 
Within many more. 
Yet the poem is still alone. 

A sheet of music
Flying in the wind. 

A cliché,
A stereotypical opening
To yet another sad movie.

They are all done,
We...

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I have a scramble on this individual.
He made a dress out of unoriginal.
His capacity to fly was conceived.
It is labeled as the sky has heaved.

In his glove, he hid a weapon.
Rockets raining down from his...

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