Oimate - Hello Poetry

Non-sensible ******** I compose myself thusly An anorexic cool kid With joints quite rusty With a lack of tread I was out of control No point in being dead When you already dug the hole My eyes start to sag I'm tired of the constant confirmation That your boyfriends a *** Oh I can't say that can I? It's a hot button issue Cry all you want But I won't give you a tissue Not that I don't want to I'm simply all out I used them all You know what it's about Copious amounts of drugs And a crap ton of **** I'm so freaking wasted This chick feels like a dude Wait, I'm not even high I'm inside my head Cause I took one sip of rye All those psa's said I was gonna die Such a surprise if the school told a lie I'm a total cliche A stereotype if I may From a culture of fear Kids scared to be gay We're all going through changes In a ****** up way My voice just got deeper You still don't listen what I say I talk too much I say too little You're completely ******** But let's keep this civil -Xav

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Jul 24, 2017

Jul 24, 2017 at 7:50 PM UTC

The Mind Of A Teenage Boy.

Non-sensible ******** I compose myself thusly An anorexic cool kid With joints quite rusty With a lack of tread I was out of control No point in being dead When you already dug the hole My eyes start to sag I'm tired of the constant confirmation That your boyfriends a *** Oh I can't say that can I? It's a hot button issue Cry all you want But I won't give you a tissue Not that I don't want to I'm simply all out I used them all You know what it's about Copious amounts of drugs And a crap ton of **** I'm so freaking wasted This chick feels like a dude Wait, I'm not even high I'm inside my head Cause I took one sip of rye All those psa's said I was gonna die Such a surprise if the school told a lie I'm a total cliche A stereotype if I may From a culture of fear Kids scared to be gay We're all going through changes In a ****** up way My voice just got deeper You still don't listen what I say I talk too much I say too little You're completely ******** But let's keep this civil -Xav

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You saw me What the hell was up with that That feeling in my stomach I told my dad I'd hit the sack But I got locked on my bed Painted my arm black Because it covers red See being bored is just my knack Stereotypical, I know See I had nowhere else to go So I sat there and wrote Row after row A compilation of mental blows See I never told her But finally she knows They tell me to begin again To win again But I'm here to show these kids That breaking rules is ******* cool again

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Jun 11, 2017

Jun 11, 2017 at 2:36 PM UTC

My Suicide Note

You saw me What the hell was up with that That feeling in my stomach I told my dad I'd hit the sack But I got locked on my bed Painted my arm black Because it covers red See being bored is just my knack Stereotypical, I know See I had nowhere else to go So I sat there and wrote Row after row A compilation of mental blows See I never told her But finally she knows They tell me to begin again To win again But I'm here to show these kids That breaking rules is ******* cool again

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think contract burn fuse bound creator burn fuse silence shatter burn fuse observe teach burn fuse trick escape burn fuse love reason burn fuse

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Mar 23, 2017

Mar 23, 2017 at 12:45 PM UTC

Fire

think contract burn fuse bound creator burn fuse silence shatter burn fuse observe teach burn fuse trick escape burn fuse love reason burn fuse

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I like that feeling A pulsing warmth That gives me meaning Left to flutter all alone Even whilst with friends It's the only place I go As the smoke leaves the pipe As I give another joint Another light Life seems happy That bubble sound brings a tear to my eye A room so foggy It makes you cry Goodbye ...

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Mar 16, 2017

Mar 16, 2017 at 12:41 PM UTC

***

I like that feeling A pulsing warmth That gives me meaning Left to flutter all alone Even whilst with friends It's the only place I go As the smoke leaves the pipe As I give another joint Another light Life seems happy That bubble sound brings a tear to my eye A room so foggy It makes you cry Goodbye ...

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Not that all poems have to rhyme It takes some effort And a lot of time No need to ref it No offence to you I can't enjoy the poem Not because of what you do But your effort seems to moan weird.

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Mar 15, 2017

Mar 15, 2017 at 3:30 PM UTC

I cant stand not rhyming.

Not that all poems have to rhyme It takes some effort And a lot of time No need to ref it No offence to you I can't enjoy the poem Not because of what you do But your effort seems to moan weird.

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I strum I barely speak I'm not dumb I like to peak I wanna come back I over stayed my welcome I cause an environmental attack I have a few problems I miss the goatee cat I wish you luck I miss the one too I have feelings in a muck I miss the color blue Sorry.

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Mar 14, 2017

Mar 14, 2017 at 3:31 PM UTC

Sorry

I strum I barely speak I'm not dumb I like to peak I wanna come back I over stayed my welcome I cause an environmental attack I have a few problems I miss the goatee cat I wish you luck I miss the one too I have feelings in a muck I miss the color blue Sorry.

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It's where I sit Between the bases I'm always high And full of directional changes.

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Mar 13, 2017

Mar 13, 2017 at 11:59 PM UTC

Pickle

It's where I sit Between the bases I'm always high And full of directional changes.

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When you’re violently scared to disrespect thee The one, the only, “Old Hickory” You toughen up And join the cause To defeat those who have broken Forbidden laws He continued to recruit A group that he could steer Most of these fearless men Joined outta fear We marched to New Orleans The odds are 1 to 3 But the British had disrespected Thee “Old Hickory” We won that day After we set the sky ablaze It makes me really miss The “Old Hickory” days. We started the march back to Tennessee We had plans To celebrate our victory Through a land Shrouded in mystery We faced many trials On our journey home But never once Did we bicker or moan We made it through dangerous territory It was a sight to see By the leadership Of “Old Hickory”

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Feb 25, 2017

Feb 25, 2017 at 10:12 AM UTC

Old Hickory

When you’re violently scared to disrespect thee The one, the only, “Old Hickory” You toughen up And join the cause To defeat those who have broken Forbidden laws He continued to recruit A group that he could steer Most of these fearless men Joined outta fear We marched to New Orleans The odds are 1 to 3 But the British had disrespected Thee “Old Hickory” We won that day After we set the sky ablaze It makes me really miss The “Old Hickory” days. We started the march back to Tennessee We had plans To celebrate our victory Through a land Shrouded in mystery We faced many trials On our journey home But never once Did we bicker or moan We made it through dangerous territory It was a sight to see By the leadership Of “Old Hickory”

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You're a timid distraction From the concept of time The simplicity of a fraction Two thirds of my life Deprived of passion They say that love Isn't love when you're young I promise that's love I know it when I see one Love is tangible You can see it and feel it It's interchangeable You only have one The thought of an "Intellectual ****** The perfect person This is tangible. I can feel it But I feel unloveable When I'm in pain You take it way I'll stay in my lane But don't stay away My minds obituary **** "arbitrary" Love is necessary. -X.Arnold

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Feb 24, 2017

Feb 24, 2017 at 8:20 AM UTC

Young

You're a timid distraction From the concept of time The simplicity of a fraction Two thirds of my life Deprived of passion They say that love Isn't love when you're young I promise that's love I know it when I see one Love is tangible You can see it and feel it It's interchangeable You only have one The thought of an "Intellectual ****** The perfect person This is tangible. I can feel it But I feel unloveable When I'm in pain You take it way I'll stay in my lane But don't stay away My minds obituary **** "arbitrary" Love is necessary. -X.Arnold

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He watches as others grin He watches another kid Commit his first "sin" It's his turn He's sweaty and drunk Defined as a troubled child Labeled a punk So he thrives on this The smell of beer Tastes like **** Another story to tell his "friends" Another mistake Another weekend You kiss He thought it was love Was there something he missed A dash of regret The moment was over With a drop of sweat. -X.Arnold.

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Feb 19, 2017

Feb 19, 2017 at 10:27 AM UTC

Drop

He watches as others grin He watches another kid Commit his first "sin" It's his turn He's sweaty and drunk Defined as a troubled child Labeled a punk So he thrives on this The smell of beer Tastes like **** Another story to tell his "friends" Another mistake Another weekend You kiss He thought it was love Was there something he missed A dash of regret The moment was over With a drop of sweat. -X.Arnold.

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