Bun_Bun - Hello Poetry

The room stayed silent Not a sound, though it wasn't expected Then again, none of it was Autopsy showwd an infested brain Filled with ants Crawling and skittering away from the light that should have been shown to him in death Suddenly they weren't there They died with him They were responsible, but only because someone put them there The ants did the killing But the people made the ants

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May 26, 2018

May 26, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC

When the ANTs Come Marching In

The room stayed silent Not a sound, though it wasn't expected Then again, none of it was Autopsy showwd an infested brain Filled with ants Crawling and skittering away from the light that should have been shown to him in death Suddenly they weren't there They died with him They were responsible, but only because someone put them there The ants did the killing But the people made the ants

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Why did this happen? This wasn't supposed to happen Does God hate me? What reason did He have for making me like this? "It's a blessing." Those were the only words I've heard. Are they true, though? Yes. Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me. I've seen them insulting me, I'm glad I didnt hear it. You can Point and Laugh All You Want But your Putrid words will never Pierce my ears Because I'm Deaf

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Sep 1, 2017

Sep 1, 2017 at 7:59 AM UTC

Sticks and Stones

Why did this happen? This wasn't supposed to happen Does God hate me? What reason did He have for making me like this? "It's a blessing." Those were the only words I've heard. Are they true, though? Yes. Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me. I've seen them insulting me, I'm glad I didnt hear it. You can Point and Laugh All You Want But your Putrid words will never Pierce my ears Because I'm Deaf

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it came down it landed hard on the one that controls the one that speaks let out a bloodcurdling shriek unwholesomely accompanied by small giggles the assaulter came down once again the one that speaks became weaker, letting out a muffled cry the crowd drained the voice as the voice got weaker, the crowd got louder with laughter the fur was not enough to brace the one that thinks it came down again the innocence crumpled to the floor the shrieks and pleas for life pried from its body were the last sounds it made fresh meat.

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Aug 21, 2017

Aug 21, 2017 at 1:36 AM UTC

Dog

it came down it landed hard on the one that controls the one that speaks let out a bloodcurdling shriek unwholesomely accompanied by small giggles the assaulter came down once again the one that speaks became weaker, letting out a muffled cry the crowd drained the voice as the voice got weaker, the crowd got louder with laughter the fur was not enough to brace the one that thinks it came down again the innocence crumpled to the floor the shrieks and pleas for life pried from its body were the last sounds it made fresh meat.

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A child was born. And another... And another... And 7.5 billion more... Some of them grew up Some of them are going to school Some are working Some are bums or thugs on the side of the street Beggars, roddlers, teens, schoolchildren, office workers, tokers, addicts, gamblers, prostitutes... All these people... Who in the world wants to know what's wrong with me? No one.

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Aug 20, 2017

Aug 20, 2017 at 10:30 AM UTC

No one

A child was born. And another... And another... And 7.5 billion more... Some of them grew up Some of them are going to school Some are working Some are bums or thugs on the side of the street Beggars, roddlers, teens, schoolchildren, office workers, tokers, addicts, gamblers, prostitutes... All these people... Who in the world wants to know what's wrong with me? No one.

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More More More More More Moremoremoremoremoremoremore The voices are screaming at me. Stop. STOP. STOP! With each time I get more... The voices are threatening to **** me Telling me Dead. Carcass. Dead. Carcass. STOP. Dead Carcass. A misinterpreted word. Stop Stop taking more Dont take any more... Resisting the urge to take more Is almost unbearable Resort to taking artificial remedies Looking down at it as a lump begins to form in my throat. It's pure white. The lump is washed away by the water... And the lump, watered down and soppy Was not enough to stop my tears. Rolling down my cheeks Walking eventually becomes a challenge My frail body collapses... It's fuzzy and fading. Is this the end to my eternal pain My bones almost seem to protrude from my skin I was slowly killing myself by stopping.... Because They already were protruding.

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Aug 20, 2017

Aug 20, 2017 at 10:22 AM UTC

Stop

More More More More More Moremoremoremoremoremoremore The voices are screaming at me. Stop. STOP. STOP! With each time I get more... The voices are threatening to **** me Telling me Dead. Carcass. Dead. Carcass. STOP. Dead Carcass. A misinterpreted word. Stop Stop taking more Dont take any more... Resisting the urge to take more Is almost unbearable Resort to taking artificial remedies Looking down at it as a lump begins to form in my throat. It's pure white. The lump is washed away by the water... And the lump, watered down and soppy Was not enough to stop my tears. Rolling down my cheeks Walking eventually becomes a challenge My frail body collapses... It's fuzzy and fading. Is this the end to my eternal pain My bones almost seem to protrude from my skin I was slowly killing myself by stopping.... Because They already were protruding.

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Hi. I'm depressed. No, that doesn't mean I wear black makeup. I don't wear contrasting black eyeliner upon white foundation. I've already contrasted myself enough from the rest of society. Hi. I'm depressed. No, that doesn't mean I cut my wrists with razor sharp blades. I don't create lines because that lets people scan my red barcode, only further proving that they own me. Hi. I'm depressed. No, that does not mean I want to guzzle all the bleach I can. I don't want to corrode my physical insides as much as others have corroded my spiritual insides. Hi. I'm depressed. No that doesn't mean I want to hang myself from a ceiling fan. That would only break my neck, only adding to the number of wounds from the countless times people have beaten me down with their words. Hi. I'm depressed. No, that does not mean in a life or death situation, I will just lay down and accept my inevitable demise. Hi. I'm depressed. No, that doesn't mean I want to die. That means I'm not afraid of death.

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Aug 18, 2017

Aug 18, 2017 at 3:23 AM UTC

Hi. I'm Depressed.

Hi. I'm depressed. No, that doesn't mean I wear black makeup. I don't wear contrasting black eyeliner upon white foundation. I've already contrasted myself enough from the rest of society. Hi. I'm depressed. No, that doesn't mean I cut my wrists with razor sharp blades. I don't create lines because that lets people scan my red barcode, only further proving that they own me. Hi. I'm depressed. No, that does not mean I want to guzzle all the bleach I can. I don't want to corrode my physical insides as much as others have corroded my spiritual insides. Hi. I'm depressed. No that doesn't mean I want to hang myself from a ceiling fan. That would only break my neck, only adding to the number of wounds from the countless times people have beaten me down with their words. Hi. I'm depressed. No, that does not mean in a life or death situation, I will just lay down and accept my inevitable demise. Hi. I'm depressed. No, that doesn't mean I want to die. That means I'm not afraid of death.

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