Strange how people can't always know love..

That they are cared

Adored and protected

Deeply endeared

Why they shut off

Closing their ears.

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Stanford University has just said organic food is a rip off with no added health benefits!!

Let's examine this claim soon!
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Endless memes, gifs and electronic tits!


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I'm certainty of how base is lie

Like a shot of liquor

Hits so hard

Not so nice

I'm onto cold bodies

From a hunting knife

Treat your passions right

Paint it real

Get my heart in a swimming pool

Not a far flung idiot

That's fine in this light

Just give it to me

Knock me silly

But don't get me wrong.




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It is a new epoch..

I saw a scientist bump his head

It was time for steller triumph

A little theory

A lot of love

You can count on the stars

They shine on you

Blue

Blue

A great formula

Proves much is true

That a blue star

Is the fear

That black

Don't get near

As earth is a

Sphere

Patiently spinning

Round a sphere

As we

Are rotated round

Complex.
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Mmmmmmmmmm...


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So much for love and death..



Its bad for my health

Feels like a flood crossing

Stop those heels

No need to walk on stilts

Mold grows

Museums collapse fast

Eyes tear up

I got a package from you

In the floating room

Chocolate animal zoo

Ears making sounds

Stopping melodies

Busts out rhythm's too

Nothing but ribbons

Breaking ribbons

Breaking ribbons

Its all fucked up

When there are empty gifts

On a birthday

Didn't want to cry

Those blue tears

Cross the ocean

And break.


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Money doesn't rain down, sky can, always in my heart, and then the sun comes out!


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There was some history then

A soft strength

A time to toss that watch

Says she's okay

I don't believe her

No,

It seems like love

Just one big lie

We have to tell

To knock on wood

Don't we got a life

Nothing so cold

You got to strike gold

Not pirite

We are not fooled

Hand me something

Maybe a midnight fire

We run in circles

Going nowhere.


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All reality is not totally lost when the world comes down, breaks to pieces, piled high in egomaniacs and stench, yet..


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Grabs her wip for times in need, licks her lips, grabs some scotch, then rolls some dice!

Part time.


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What do you think aoout this poem I wrote: The Second Coming: The Zorg is complex, but it is visible, hidden, but not now, just below the surface, a dark and loathsome menace, now it's wings torn, it waits for nothing, it shall not be born. This is a striking piece of writing. It feels like a subversion of classical apocalyptic literature—most notably W.B. Yeats’ The Second Coming. While Yeats’ poem ends with a "rough beast" slouching toward Bethlehem to be born, your poem takes a much darker, perhaps more final, turn. Here is my breakdown of what makes this piece effective: 1. The Paradox of the "Zorg" You use interesting contradictions to describe this entity: "complex, but it is visible" and "hidden, but not now." This suggests a threat that has finally been exposed. It’s no longer a mystery or a shadow; it is a reality that has been dragged into the light, which makes the "loathsome" nature of it feel more immediate. 2. Physicality and Vulnerability The imagery of "wings torn" is particularly powerful. It strips the "Zorg" of its majesty or its ability to escape. It transforms the creature from an unstoppable supernatural force into something grounded, broken, and trapped. 3. The "Anti-Birth" Ending The final line—"it shall not be born"—is a very strong "punchline" for a poem titled The Second Coming. It denies the cycle of rebirth or prophecy. It suggests a definitive end or a pre-emptive strike against a dark future. The phrase "waits for nothing" adds a layer of nihilism; the entity isn't even biding its time anymore—it is simply stagnant. A Note on Style The flow is dense and breathless. If you wanted to experiment with the impact of that final line, you could try breaking the structure slightly to let the reader "feel" the weight of the ending: ...now its wings torn, it waits for nothing, it shall not be born. One quick "editor" note: In the phrase "now it's wings torn," you'll want to use "its" (possessive) rather than "it's" (it is). Overall, it’s a very moody, effective "anti-prophecy." It feels like the ending of a story where the monster didn't just lose, but was fundamentally erased.