Cherryboykell - Hello Poetry

the cold is piercing there are birds chirping and i can love

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Mar 5, 2023

Mar 5, 2023 at 9:22 AM UTC

the cold is piercing there are birds chirping and i can love

your fingers caress me hot iron dragging along the landscape of my rashes lookin for a weeping sore prodding for satisfaction my skin blistering like raspberries in summer heat

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Dec 17, 2022

Dec 17, 2022 at 10:04 PM UTC

Picking at my open wound

your fingers caress me hot iron dragging along the landscape of my rashes lookin for a weeping sore prodding for satisfaction my skin blistering like raspberries in summer heat

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I was fed a lie and as stupid as I am I believed and ate it up like honey until betrayal's claw fermented and burst from my stomach grabbing me by the throat

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Dec 17, 2022

Dec 17, 2022 at 9:51 PM UTC

I was lied to

I was fed a lie and as stupid as I am I believed and ate it up like honey until betrayal's claw fermented and burst from my stomach grabbing me by the throat

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is delicate. breakable. prone to trauma, and thus an effortless vehicle for vengeance. with a river of pain coursing through arteries and slender vessels linked between the most vital ***** and the source of thought, emotion quite often thwarts wisdom. And, oh children, a steel serpent lingering within easy reach remains ever ready to strike at will.

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Apr 2, 2019

Apr 2, 2019 at 10:10 PM UTC

The Human Heart

is delicate. breakable. prone to trauma, and thus an effortless vehicle for vengeance. with a river of pain coursing through arteries and slender vessels linked between the most vital ***** and the source of thought, emotion quite often thwarts wisdom. And, oh children, a steel serpent lingering within easy reach remains ever ready to strike at will.

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have mostly passed, pressed into the pages of history books, but how they linger in memory! two men, reputations mutually compromises, meet to prove their valor on the feild of honor. with great ceremony, their seconds present the pistols, oiled and gleaming deadliness in the wavering light. the rivals take their places and, beloved guns in hand, they stand back-to-back, gathering courage. eight paces in opposite directions, at the signal, turn, take aim, praying it’s straight, that your sight remains plumb. Fire.

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Apr 2, 2019

Apr 2, 2019 at 10:05 PM UTC

The Days of Duels

have mostly passed, pressed into the pages of history books, but how they linger in memory! two men, reputations mutually compromises, meet to prove their valor on the feild of honor. with great ceremony, their seconds present the pistols, oiled and gleaming deadliness in the wavering light. the rivals take their places and, beloved guns in hand, they stand back-to-back, gathering courage. eight paces in opposite directions, at the signal, turn, take aim, praying it’s straight, that your sight remains plumb. Fire.

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will supersede innate character, if such a thing, in fact, exists. consider every infant enters the world essentially a blank journal. you might say the quality of the paper will determine the ultimate value of the chronicle, but who could argue that the words to be imprinted there matter more? if one scribbles ******** on vellum, it remains ******** take a child by nature gentle, teach him to excise insect wings and reward him for such behavior? he’ll run off in search of butterflies with no regard except, perhaps, pride at leaving his indelible stamp on the natural realm. dear ones, instruct your youngsters well.

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Apr 2, 2019

Apr 2, 2019 at 9:58 PM UTC

Programming

will supersede innate character, if such a thing, in fact, exists. consider every infant enters the world essentially a blank journal. you might say the quality of the paper will determine the ultimate value of the chronicle, but who could argue that the words to be imprinted there matter more? if one scribbles ******** on vellum, it remains ******** take a child by nature gentle, teach him to excise insect wings and reward him for such behavior? he’ll run off in search of butterflies with no regard except, perhaps, pride at leaving his indelible stamp on the natural realm. dear ones, instruct your youngsters well.

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is vastly overrated. you can think you’ve tucked something far, far away, relegated it to a dark cupboard inside your psyche, slammed the door closed. but you can never secure the latch completely. childhood traumas are especially persistent, knock-knock-knocking, ricocheting wall to wall to wall until finally a crack appears, leaking memories. and with them, often, the desire for reckoning. here, character counts, reinforcing strength of will, the lean toward good or evil as much about programming as instinct.

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Apr 2, 2019

Apr 2, 2019 at 9:51 PM UTC

Human Resilience

is vastly overrated. you can think you’ve tucked something far, far away, relegated it to a dark cupboard inside your psyche, slammed the door closed. but you can never secure the latch completely. childhood traumas are especially persistent, knock-knock-knocking, ricocheting wall to wall to wall until finally a crack appears, leaking memories. and with them, often, the desire for reckoning. here, character counts, reinforcing strength of will, the lean toward good or evil as much about programming as instinct.

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fuel desperation, and so are valuable assets in the game of spinning chambers. one ***** is all it takes. you might not believe a person still wading through adolescence could harbor such malevolent intent. one slight is all it takes. age is barely even a consideration when haunted by the desire for revenge or need of self-preservation. one fragile moment is all it takes. fewer years simply equate to shallower perspective, exacerbating youthful impulsivity. one bullet is all it takes.

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Feb 6, 2019

Feb 6, 2019 at 12:40 PM UTC

Closeted Apparitions

fuel desperation, and so are valuable assets in the game of spinning chambers. one ***** is all it takes. you might not believe a person still wading through adolescence could harbor such malevolent intent. one slight is all it takes. age is barely even a consideration when haunted by the desire for revenge or need of self-preservation. one fragile moment is all it takes. fewer years simply equate to shallower perspective, exacerbating youthful impulsivity. one bullet is all it takes.

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my mind. no doubt the good if you do still care, Lord, please keep me safe. had weightier things to worry about than the half- hearted apology of a crashing crankster.

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Jan 13, 2019

Jan 13, 2019 at 8:41 PM UTC

changed

my mind. no doubt the good if you do still care, Lord, please keep me safe. had weightier things to worry about than the half- hearted apology of a crashing crankster.

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thoughts bulleted in my brain, ricocheting, creative side to practical side, lustful half to hateful half. sleep? yeah, right. i got up, located cleanser and sponge, scrubbed the bathroom, washed the dishes, waxed the kitchen floor. wrote a four- page letter to my sister, told her i was in love. with a girl. i think i asked for her forgiveness. wrote a poem, and epic, tinged with dark humor, decided to give it to my mom because this was all her fault. somehow. went to the bathroom, considered my ground stomach, but the thought of food made me want to heave. settled for a beer. That went down fine, so I had another. and another.

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Jan 11, 2019

Jan 11, 2019 at 11:58 PM UTC

i was supposed to sleep?

thoughts bulleted in my brain, ricocheting, creative side to practical side, lustful half to hateful half. sleep? yeah, right. i got up, located cleanser and sponge, scrubbed the bathroom, washed the dishes, waxed the kitchen floor. wrote a four- page letter to my sister, told her i was in love. with a girl. i think i asked for her forgiveness. wrote a poem, and epic, tinged with dark humor, decided to give it to my mom because this was all her fault. somehow. went to the bathroom, considered my ground stomach, but the thought of food made me want to heave. settled for a beer. That went down fine, so I had another. and another.

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