sing song crap

By Adagios

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IN THE CONSTANT DIN OF ELECTRIC NOISE    

BLUE SCREEN INSOMNIA AND EROTIC PLOYS

CLICKBAIT CELEBRITY VOYEURISTIC EBB         

HAMSTER-WHEEL IMPROVEMENT LED       

CELLOPHANE PACKAGED SHORT HAND SPEAK

EMOJI RESPONSES AND CHEMICAL RELEASE

THE VELOCITY OF THESE ILL FIT DAYS

BEGGARS THE MIND AND INVITES THE GRAVE



The white extension cord i planned as exit
Wound within the third drawer gathers dust
A challenge still unmet serves as a lesson
A prayer im praying keeps my hopes robust
I returned to training almost weekly
I finished our degree and many since
I have the look of one who has it figured
As random eyes are easy to convince
If you were here you would upstart in horror
That i became a shell of stillborn dreams
A silhouette of every plan we horded
Not living but composed of what life seems
I made a promise love, and for my failings
I have not failied this, I stayed alive
I checked each box in agonizing order
And keep your final note at my bedside
I only wish I knew what secret mission
You had planned for us beyond this place
With every promise kept I am still empty
I built our life, its you i can't replace
I no longer recongize creation
So much has changed since you departed dear
All the vapid qualities we'd satire 
Are the content of each interaction here

 

LOST IN THE DIN OF FORIGN NOISE    

INSOMNIA AND MY MINDS OWN PLOYS

RECOLLECTED WARMTH OF LOVERS EBB         

BY GRIEF AND FAITHFUL PROMISE LED       

PROPRIETY, AND POLITE SPEAK

ARE EMPTY, OFFER NO RELEASE

AND VACANT ARE THESE LOVELESS DAYS

TILL I BE JOINED WITH YOU AT GRAVE
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© 2022 Adagios
Published on Saturday, August 20, 2022.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

sorry, reading this just now its kinda crap, just hard to write at work with people coming in and out my office. This is why i shouldnt write in public (or sober)
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  • A former member wrote: I feel like this is a write of not ever truly being alone, but being alone in our own minds. I wouldn't say this is crap, because I don't think I you are capable of writing crap. Great job, darling. Reb:).

  • Queazenart On Wednesday, October 19, 2016, Queazenart (200)By person wrote:

    This poem feels like quiet, pensive contemplation bookmarked between the "noise" of everyday life and all the stress and reminders it brings. The contrast is stark, to say the least. I liked this a lot. It was good to read something from you again, brotha.

  • Adagios On Thursday, October 20, 2016, Adagios (716)By person wrote:

    Thk u Q, I appreciate it brother

  • Devil lyn On Wednesday, October 19, 2016, Devil lyn (345)By person wrote:

    First off, I think you did just fine; but yeah, I can also relate to the noise. And secondly, I really enjoyed this piece. I read a lot of sorrow backed by a little regret. Not sure who this was intended for, or if this was just a melancholy poem? ... Eh, I won`t ponder to much ... ;)

  • Adagios On Thursday, October 20, 2016, Adagios (716)By person wrote:

    Thank you devil lyn for the feedback, it was a very personal loss, and she is unable to read it, so I suppose it is intended for myself


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