Jeff's Poetry

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13 poems · all collections

double standards

April 24, 2026 · gray

i had my first whiff - dang. it was bad. how bad? i cannot quite say without falling into the same cycle: the swing is just a little too hard, the cry babies have red bottoms, while a teacher's pet is all the glory. not like morning glory, whose wilting stance i quite imagined many times
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a ghost ate me

January 25, 2026 · gray

please help, though the folks they don't see what i see because third eye is not normal. that's a disease, that's a whisper, if nothing is said, it becomes real. how awful, what delight when all it takes
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human nature

January 22, 2026 · gray

everyone thrives under great weather, everyone smiles when the world smiles, everyone wants utopia without a threat to that fantasy, everyone is in the best of moods when the news is favorable to them, everyone is confident when they are the customers, everyone can be gracious when power tilts in their favor,
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what do you know?

January 21, 2026 · gray

a lapse in judgement comes about when the waves hit. what force, coldness enters the bones, vertigo and then blank. try to recite those proverbs, try to go by general rule of thumb,
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a brush of

January 13, 2026 · gray

hell, pain, suffering, gone mad the rabbit hole widens, becomes a jaw slamming shut. doors closed, red light and needing to pee and there are no toilets around, a traffic jam,
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intersect

November 19, 2025 · gray

crisscross, vexed, perplexed the 3 passerby: lilith, pug and val fell upon the artifact counterfeit and one became bemused, another crackled with laughter while the last said surely this be quite obvious, my echoes, fakeness shimmered, sipped, swam down the river it seems past cracks, sank into deeper earth for the mind is layers of layers,
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limitless gullibility

November 2, 2025 · gray

new born eyes like sponge, absorbs love and hate alike: a baby cries, screams, grows to become child of spotted dots, still largely innocent though the first frown suggest a knowledge that a white lie told is above
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trojan horse

October 9, 2025 · gray

wrapped like a pudding, what's your favorite color and your wish will be granted! taste like a red herring, wait - taste like a dream come true.
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