DayJune - Hello Poetry

Under my sink is a grave Here lies a cockroach I don’t think he meant to be brave Surely that’s just what cockroaches do Hide under sinks Waiting for the rainfall of crumbs After the smell of **** fills the room A last meal Perhaps he had made a request Or perhaps he had made a mistake Unable to see the difference between Peanut butter and poison

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Mar 26, 2022

Mar 26, 2022 at 11:16 PM UTC

Peanut butter and poison

Under my sink is a grave Here lies a cockroach I don’t think he meant to be brave Surely that’s just what cockroaches do Hide under sinks Waiting for the rainfall of crumbs After the smell of **** fills the room A last meal Perhaps he had made a request Or perhaps he had made a mistake Unable to see the difference between Peanut butter and poison

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When the spring comes And the sun shines Ill be ready Will i be ready If the bloods drops And the drugs stop Will it be enough Could i be enough for you

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Feb 17, 2022

Feb 17, 2022 at 10:22 PM UTC

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When the spring comes And the sun shines Ill be ready Will i be ready If the bloods drops And the drugs stop Will it be enough Could i be enough for you

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Baby here we are at our grave Time has come Can’t be saved At least not now They say sometimes It’s not the right time Tired of the night time But I don’t know when the sun is coming back And I cant make you wait Baby here we are at our grave It’s my fault Please just look away Dont be scared You wont fall

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Feb 17, 2022

Feb 17, 2022 at 9:54 PM UTC

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Baby here we are at our grave Time has come Can’t be saved At least not now They say sometimes It’s not the right time Tired of the night time But I don’t know when the sun is coming back And I cant make you wait Baby here we are at our grave It’s my fault Please just look away Dont be scared You wont fall

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Cookie in my hand. Crumbs on the seat. No gas in the tank, but a nice sweet treat. :)

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Dec 12, 2021

Dec 12, 2021 at 10:37 PM UTC

People can’t see me when I’m in the car

Cookie in my hand. Crumbs on the seat. No gas in the tank, but a nice sweet treat. :)

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My springtrap jaw snaps me awake in the morning. I fear my teeth may break one of these days. No choice left, but to stuff my sockets with dollar bills and hope the problem goes away. My teeth chase me in my dreams, laughing at my unconscious terror. “You should stop acting as if emotions are a spectrum” said a lover after I picked apart a feeling I couldn’t understand. I began to argue but remembered that I don’t go to therapy so maybe I should just shut the **** up.

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Sep 23, 2021

Sep 23, 2021 at 2:16 PM UTC

diary of a starving poet - pt 23

My springtrap jaw snaps me awake in the morning. I fear my teeth may break one of these days. No choice left, but to stuff my sockets with dollar bills and hope the problem goes away. My teeth chase me in my dreams, laughing at my unconscious terror. “You should stop acting as if emotions are a spectrum” said a lover after I picked apart a feeling I couldn’t understand. I began to argue but remembered that I don’t go to therapy so maybe I should just shut the **** up.

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I hope I remember this moment at some point. Been drinking & binging & listening to new music. My heart feels some intense and familiar way - Present & yet reliving many lost memories. I wish I could piece together these glimpses of myself, these never ending days. I’d stick glue in my brain & catch all these running images of my character. I hope I remember this moment at some point. Alone, content & craving to return to something that was never quite right.

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Sep 23, 2021

Sep 23, 2021 at 2:05 PM UTC

Flashbacks during a ******

I hope I remember this moment at some point. Been drinking & binging & listening to new music. My heart feels some intense and familiar way - Present & yet reliving many lost memories. I wish I could piece together these glimpses of myself, these never ending days. I’d stick glue in my brain & catch all these running images of my character. I hope I remember this moment at some point. Alone, content & craving to return to something that was never quite right.

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Even if life was 99% pain and 1% joy, I would choose knowing joy every time.

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Sep 2, 2021

Sep 2, 2021 at 8:04 AM UTC

I was suicidal but not anymore because death will come soon enough.

Even if life was 99% pain and 1% joy, I would choose knowing joy every time.

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I wish I had never met Death. Her name sours my stomach and, scratches my skin. I hope I never hear her name, when I begin again.

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Jul 16, 2021

Jul 16, 2021 at 5:29 PM UTC

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I wish I had never met Death. Her name sours my stomach and, scratches my skin. I hope I never hear her name, when I begin again.

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Try to explain a rhyme To someone that can't hear

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Jun 21, 2021

Jun 21, 2021 at 2:15 AM UTC

Challenge

Try to explain a rhyme To someone that can't hear

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To live Oh, to live is to be so afraid to die. I’ve lost a part of me, but I can’t remember why. Past, present, future; they’re all the same. One more year, same old game.

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Jun 21, 2021

Jun 21, 2021 at 1:56 AM UTC

Diary of a starving poet pt22

To live Oh, to live is to be so afraid to die. I’ve lost a part of me, but I can’t remember why. Past, present, future; they’re all the same. One more year, same old game.

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