Short Unhelpful Poems

Message for oldies, 
Fair and fat, selfies delete!
Our faces look fat,
Lard butts expand, beyond gross,
Unhelpful, to say the least!...

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I heard the sweetest phrase from afar 
They said "take no notice my love" 
Hearing that I pondered
How wonderful
If I could take that advice
Allow each thought or word
To pass by and decide 
Which needed heeding
Simply discard those that were unhelpful 
"Take no notice my love"
And the day goes on, with love...

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Making vague promises. 

To an imaginary audience. 

Smiling even when it is unhelpful. 

Wondering if I am making an impact.

Should I try to impress them?

Or is that simply preventing us from understanding each other?

Making small promises. 

To a patient audience. 

I am no mastermind. 

But I can sometimes make up my mind. 

To try to make an impact. 

As unlikely as it is…...

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The strategies that worked just a week ago. 

Now are unhelpful as my fear decides to flow. 

And so do my thoughts which are no longer churning out reality. 

Just a while back- music would spur normality. 

But now the notes haunt me, like laughter that evolves. 

From friendly laughter, to crowing crowds that refuse to absolve. 

The ways I studied in order to cope. 

Are now ineffective as my mind is sloped....

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Always beautiful, to me,
the sunrise holds no more power
than your smile does over me.
Fragile, like glass,
I'm still useless
helpless
and watching from afar-
an unhelpful little malady
plaguing a broken, fragile heart.
You're always beautiful to me
and it pains me
to see you cry;
I'll be standing here,
at the side,
waiting for my love-
a lonely child with a lonely heart,
dreaming of a life
without heartbreak....

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the more the error will lie in the south of deception than the birds die of grief in the 
path of milk as shade
 the crown of the witch is the lily of the valley to create what she had seen first 
appeared
 between the blacks and it was The typical letter of error-free behavior
 hay and manure from
 a bull like herbs when tested in the wind whispers of sweet pears 
and swallows the construction 
unhelpful beet as  cinnamon and wedding tips with vulture discovered...

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Why still talk about a Late Mother
No more around with her useful order
And an unhelpful, unfeeling brother
Stretching The Emptiness Farther?

Hard-to-Reclaim time you murder
And A Deprivation take farther
With childish fixation on A Mother,
When a million things would man bother;
The one swift to replace another …

A past not dropped shuts a border
And makes one to not two wires solder …

Then, one should the past leave behind
Or in snatches bring them to mind....

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