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Kaiden Jan 7
Needles injected into my body,
Machines everywhere,
The concerned nurses whispering to each other.
The tests and
The forgotten fear of needles,
Define my existence.
I am a test subject,
Nothing wrong but nothing right.
And they will continue
Until it's too late.
Since i was a child i had really bad dizziness and sometimes fainting, all of that getting worse over time. Since i was 12 ive been getting multiple tests but no one knows what's wrong. I literally got used to needles (i used to have panic attacks just seeing them). I feel like a ******* test subject.
onlylovepoetry Dec 2024
a level of compatibility that is
distinguished and ascertainablw,
it is so so more than
finishing each other’s sentences,

it is answering them, before
they are next to be spoken,
inducting a wondrous expression
that is a potpourri of amaze,
a beloving of how, never why,
a growling tender from back of
the throat, that speaks of come
hither, and a challenge, tell me
what I’m thinking, whispering
come ever closer,

all par for the early moments of
just awoken eye rubbing confusion,
we skip the hello’s and proceed
direct to my beloved, that never
grows yellowing just mellowing
after nearly two
decades

she offers me breakfast choices
well advertised, in a different
order, thinking I won’t notice,
which I pretend they are  entirely
nouveau, weighing the merits of
each before, of approving

a ritualistic only love poem of her
composing, though she reminds
lunch will be five ounces of onion
coated, cream cheese whipped,
and an assortment of fish from
the North Atlantic,
ergo, she is saying

go my
darling within your constraints,
for she knows the side to side
head shakes
my evaluation  and stil
agress agrees,
that I will bring but, another ember
long last heating and she rewards
my decision with knotted nods of

a certifying agreement, that my right
role of agreer-in-chief, has made a
wiser kinder correct(ed) contribution
Ken Pepiton Sep 2024
Making minimum effort, indeed,
mostly getting here, mostly lucky.

In earnest efforting
to bring forth good fruit,

I met a preacher, efforting,
better than I, most certain was he,
that his doctrinal fundamentals were

solid, while mine, at the time, were
reverting to ancient ideas concerning
critical details in fine print spoken pro-
missary permissions to go, make a way,

called to halt. Become rock solid, under
me, my base
to resolve
to become,
after all memories and dust,
ashes of us, once upon times inner surface,
as far out of sight as one could then imagine,
having not yet peered into Hubble's Deep Field,

having not even imagined the mechanics
needed to assure investors the time's well spent,

we imagine things in terms of type, characters,
and we, adult, adulterations of imaginary friends,

the poets whose muses we have use of, if we do,
but not if we don't amuse our selves with in-
credulous nonsense, to call free time,
offerings in worship of a thought,

easy does it.
Wu wei,

way too easy. If this were the end of that/

run away thinking, to me, the old man,
as we know we had a royally comfortable ride,

practically to forever, in my west with an inner edge,
Arizona was gonna be in my back yard, I admit,
that's what I prayed, and accepted as okeh,
on Earth as in Heaven,
where I sit today, Arizona is just across one
big basin before the trickle of the Colorado.
posting here marks trails to edges others send postcards from... title test
Emery Feine Sep 2024
Back then, I thought I was making the right decision
If only back then I had my present vision

If only I hadn't done that, my life would begin anew
Numerous more opportunities I would've gotten to

I don't want to think of it as a regret, but a way to ascend
But after that, for two years, my freedom came to an end

Even now I know his soul is kind
Or is it because I wanted time to rewind?

Now I'm back again, with a second chance
But I can only see the similarity in your glance

I don't want to make the same mistake as before
Or am I just supposed to have evil in my core?

I did say I wanted a true friend
But will this be the ultimate end?

I prayed that in the future, I'd learn to think twice
But this test is most certainly not nice

So please, don't let me fail this test
Because the continuation of this story, I know the rest.
this is my 20th poem, written on 8/18/23
Ken Pepiton Sep 2024
How to read an evolving novel form
of witnessed am-usement,
think with a poet like yourself,
become remused, bemusedly
free, but for the cost of your attention,
freely paid, and freely taken on the come,

come to see how it all ends, in real life.

/poems/popular/
or /latest/
read down the stack, find
sacred knowledge muses use to rate
treasures that force a full blown what if…

Read any poet who rates being
in your hearted pile of impressive works,
hellopoetry.com/handle/poems/popular/
take the mind, let it be in you,
read each word chosen on the fly,
pause, rethink, the stacking algorithm,
most read pieces, past tension piling on,
it was good, as it's, so
and on, people's choices, random,
right on, reasoning rationality,
what's a minute's worth of musing,
precious, indeed, taken time, used,
is all time is for, others read first,
to pass on noticeably new, mere ifery,
used to make common sense used to read
wildly unorthodox translations of basic,
towb ra
good and evil, OOPs, flaw interpreted,
beautiful adversity, face to face,
true, real yes, first novel knowing
tell me a story, tell no lie, boys,
will be boys, until sense
common as all get out,

comes to account
for idle words,
used to get by those wasted years,

to when, beyond
what ever hell are you now,
thinking, y'gotta carry on, squint

to have the eyes stretching time, now,

we have seen it done
https://hellopoetry.com/MK/poems/latest

did it today,

put me through a blizzard on this year's hottest day.
a chthonic boldness makes such suggestions, think yourself a part of the pages in the book of all our lives, and our job is learning things we neve knew words can do.
ZACK GRAM Aug 2024
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Jeremy Betts Apr 2024
This is some creation creators best?
Eh,
I'm not impressed
I'd hate to see the attempts that failed the test
Must have been monstrous
Hopefully not but most likely numerous
And the couple that was decided on turned out to be a complete mess
Brought on solely by his hubris
Pointless details distract from what comes next
Switching focus from the main quest
To put damages to rest
Staring directly into the dumpster fires conquest,
I notice,
Life as we know it will burn out like the rest
And we've learned nothing from a history that literally leaves no reason to guess

©2024
Jeremy Betts Jan 2024
I find everyday is either a challenge or a test with little too no time for rest
No time to reflect so I digress
No one there when I confess, only after a sneeze am I blessed
Mocked and laughed at for simply making a mess that my life reflects
Heart trying to beat out of my chest as I push through this bogus quest
Win or lose, I can always count on another hardship coming up next
Perplexed 'cause I can't tell if it's god or the devil trying to flex
Guess they'd have to prove their existence first and not only at the exits
But the names not Job, I will surrender to this hex, it's a guarantee, I've placed my Betts
I will say this, I tried my best but don't think I should've ever been allowed to enter this contest
Will go down as the perfect example of a bad contestant
I didn't ask for this complex nonsense
I'd be hard pressed to find any arguments to the contrary to try and digest
But to fit into the mold that best reflects the rest, I speak of the witnessed hardships of my life in jest

©2024
MetaVerse Jul 2024
The bestest
stress test.

Ken Pepiton Oct 2022
transfer attention,
spend time
in contemplation

temple time,
sit silent, hearing humms,
sh,
some birds, far away, about a
fair infield fly away.

How far is that, would you say,
a hundred feet,
thirty paces,
perhaps… there's the catch.

Precisely right place
right time.

Think how rare that seems,
then look around
and see it isn't.

Gnatcatchers and bats catch
things with more measures
of possibility assessed accurately,

instant prayer and answer.
Gulped in thanks.
Not a single read in five days
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