Punyo - Hello Poetry

a pepper on a vine held hostage by its own spine fine fine fine! i'll suffer in silence this misery mine patiently waiting... until its my time ohh heavenly staircase when can I climb I grow weary being on this vine

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Aug 14, 2025

Aug 14, 2025 at 8:09 AM UTC

Punyo

Pepper on a vine

a pepper on a vine held hostage by its own spine fine fine fine! i'll suffer in silence this misery mine patiently waiting... until its my time ohh heavenly staircase when can I climb I grow weary being on this vine

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Salty rain begins Gliding its way down trunks Getting lost in fabric leaves Or resting gently on cheeks Basking in the heat of skins Molten bean soup Housing shoals of **** And Silken soy islands Habituated by scallion trees Brewing the perfect flavor group Then a beam above A blinding light Followed by silver Crashing with all might With the grace of a bellied dove The crash pays homage to Moses Splitting tectonic plates Paving a path to the scoop The stew child ascends And the gap below closes Into the cave it goes Entry barred a serpent slithers Corralling refuges back to nest The only ritual it knows The rain is dense A body is a temple This temple a sauna Coated in scorched poison It yearns for a cleanse Watered Calvary sweeps in Purging vile spice With soothing touch But glass only holds so much And the cure is left thin Slamming the clear dome Icebergs swish In a desolate tomb But a savior passes by Returning sea to the arctics home Hope is restored Now it’s time to desecrate Pangea resumes It won’t stop Until bowl is fully toured

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Aug 10, 2025

Aug 10, 2025 at 4:42 PM UTC

Punyo

Mapo Tofu

Salty rain begins Gliding its way down trunks Getting lost in fabric leaves Or resting gently on cheeks Basking in the heat of skins Molten bean soup Housing shoals of **** And Silken soy islands Habituated by scallion trees Brewing the perfect flavor group Then a beam above A blinding light Followed by silver Crashing with all might With the grace of a bellied dove The crash pays homage to Moses Splitting tectonic plates Paving a path to the scoop The stew child ascends And the gap below closes Into the cave it goes Entry barred a serpent slithers Corralling refuges back to nest The only ritual it knows The rain is dense A body is a temple This temple a sauna Coated in scorched poison It yearns for a cleanse Watered Calvary sweeps in Purging vile spice With soothing touch But glass only holds so much And the cure is left thin Slamming the clear dome Icebergs swish In a desolate tomb But a savior passes by Returning sea to the arctics home Hope is restored Now it’s time to desecrate Pangea resumes It won’t stop Until bowl is fully toured

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Really? There’s a drawer amiss. No. No. Close it. Inhale. Exhale. Open. Close it. Again. It’s futile. But. Again. Again. Again! It’s still there. Jesus Christ! It’s been 11 years Could’ve waited till I was dead At least that I could bear Breathe. A false thought? This parcel not a letter? Please. I mustn’t seethe Hand out. Reach. Grab? No. Fall back. It’s in this room? The golden Marriott. 3 floors 6 doors How? Even WiFi struggles for Zoom Think. Think! She was a ghost! Yet mold grows Emerging from the sink. It’s been so long. Why?! I could just wash it down I grew happy Not missing her song Whatever. I do not care. It’s just some words. If worthwhile? Well, That’d be rare Hand out. Reach. Grab! Grit. There must be no doubt. Open. Read. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe! My god She did it. I knew. But. She admits?! Why?! All this time Yet a confession now? It was obvious! A worthless lie. You ran! Victim to truth? And for what? Because you couldn’t handle that? Your fling with a man? What about me? Closure for whom?! Must be so nice~ Being so hung on guilt That you couldn’t see? A worthless letter A worthless lie A worthless person Digging up graves Just to feel better Inhale. Exhale. Close it. Place. Close it.

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Aug 10, 2025

Aug 10, 2025 at 4:39 PM UTC

Punyo

A Confession In A Drawer

Really? There’s a drawer amiss. No. No. Close it. Inhale. Exhale. Open. Close it. Again. It’s futile. But. Again. Again. Again! It’s still there. Jesus Christ! It’s been 11 years Could’ve waited till I was dead At least that I could bear Breathe. A false thought? This parcel not a letter? Please. I mustn’t seethe Hand out. Reach. Grab? No. Fall back. It’s in this room? The golden Marriott. 3 floors 6 doors How? Even WiFi struggles for Zoom Think. Think! She was a ghost! Yet mold grows Emerging from the sink. It’s been so long. Why?! I could just wash it down I grew happy Not missing her song Whatever. I do not care. It’s just some words. If worthwhile? Well, That’d be rare Hand out. Reach. Grab! Grit. There must be no doubt. Open. Read. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe! My god She did it. I knew. But. She admits?! Why?! All this time Yet a confession now? It was obvious! A worthless lie. You ran! Victim to truth? And for what? Because you couldn’t handle that? Your fling with a man? What about me? Closure for whom?! Must be so nice~ Being so hung on guilt That you couldn’t see? A worthless letter A worthless lie A worthless person Digging up graves Just to feel better Inhale. Exhale. Close it. Place. Close it.

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