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70 Percent Feb 2018
(can be read forwards and backwards line by line)
When you adjusted
It was almost sad
discomforting
your body feels
when your bones are crushed
I kinda stole someones idea because it was really neat
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2359474/a-backwards-******-reversible-poem/
Its not nearly as good though
70 Percent Feb 2018
She looked at him, her tears full of eyes.
"I'm sorry... your mother passed gas.
70 Percent Feb 2018
Can you understand?
The language I speak
seems to be bleak.
It's avoidant screeches harm my ears,
as they often do to your own.
70 Percent Feb 2018
Water licks our toes,
laps at our feet
we wish to swim far away,
but always close, we stay.


Forest trees thicken, their branches entangle.
Fibrous bark and branches snap.
Falling apart and falling within,
illusion of paradise starts to break in,
crushing a child in her nap.


Freezing cold, the mountain tops.
People start to take their stops.
If you don't have a backup, you'll freeze.

The cold comfortably crushes your bones and skin
Turning digits black and limbs quite thin.
An illusion of comfort at the bells of your funeral
70 Percent Feb 2018
if tonight
I fall into eternal sleep
god please save me
take me away
take me to the place you dwell
This lenten fast
lasts
alas
prahaps
tommorow
Ends at last
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Heavy boy
limping down
Broken ankles
shattered frown
wants a house
wants a wife
even if
she ruins his life
he chuckles then
realizing that
nothing was worse
then his bulging fat
fat from hate
fat from sins
fat from hating
the things he was given
nothing was worse
then what he was he thought
till one day he met her,
that one ungrateful thot
she really hated him
she hated him a lot
not '*** he was ugly
not '*** he was soft
she really hated him
'*** his skin was falling off
lala de, sitting on a dock
along came a bumble bee and stung him in the
70 Percent Feb 2018
Red blood boils as it turns in dread.
Most would expire at the sight of its head
It's ripping though the walls of flesh, bones, sinew and skin,
well wouldja look at this predicament I have put myself in.
It's sheer force is all the too frustrating,
Perhaps it's the wrong thing we've all been concentrating
To conspire with the beast is an awful grave sin,
but maybe, just this time, for once i'll win.
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