Tuey195412 - Hello Poetry

At fourteen, I swiped a jug of my grandma’s potato peel ***** then led my friends to a forest that started up behind an old quarry road. The forest went on forever, and we had botanicals to sniff, so we bled into the tree line, heading for the swamps. I yanked the cork, THUNK, and tipped the jug to my lips. Jim and Todd looked on in amazement while I forced the notorious stuff down, staggered sideways, and watched the treetops spin like pinwheels. “I hate my old man,” I wheezed, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Todd reached for the jug and glanced at Jim. “So do we,” he said with a laugh.

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Sep 17, 2025

Sep 17, 2025 at 9:29 PM UTC

Tuey195412

Fourteen

At fourteen, I swiped a jug of my grandma’s potato peel ***** then led my friends to a forest that started up behind an old quarry road. The forest went on forever, and we had botanicals to sniff, so we bled into the tree line, heading for the swamps. I yanked the cork, THUNK, and tipped the jug to my lips. Jim and Todd looked on in amazement while I forced the notorious stuff down, staggered sideways, and watched the treetops spin like pinwheels. “I hate my old man,” I wheezed, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Todd reached for the jug and glanced at Jim. “So do we,” he said with a laugh.

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I wish he’d bounce. Take his *** far away, Past the moon would Be a good distance. He’s a convicted felon who Grew on me like a **** I let him snap my bra strap And shoot my guns, Even though the fear in His eyes annoyed me. I suppose I’m cruel. Handing him: A 12-gauge Mossberg A .50 caliber Desert Eagle A S&W .44 Magnum A German Luger He was bashful, scared Of getting caught with A weapon in his hands, Knowing They’d lock him In a deep hole, with a ******* With guards listening to him Grunt and mumble about ******** Like I said, I wish he’d bounce.

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Sep 3, 2025

Sep 3, 2025 at 2:04 AM UTC

Tuey195412

Bounce

I wish he’d bounce. Take his *** far away, Past the moon would Be a good distance. He’s a convicted felon who Grew on me like a **** I let him snap my bra strap And shoot my guns, Even though the fear in His eyes annoyed me. I suppose I’m cruel. Handing him: A 12-gauge Mossberg A .50 caliber Desert Eagle A S&W .44 Magnum A German Luger He was bashful, scared Of getting caught with A weapon in his hands, Knowing They’d lock him In a deep hole, with a ******* With guards listening to him Grunt and mumble about ******** Like I said, I wish he’d bounce.

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Sad, dessicated flower I was enthralled with Your delicate roots, tipsy With your Typhoid Mary Doses of shroomy caps And bitter smiles. I choked Them down with a vengeance, As the saying goes. But, this Rubbed you like a congestive Illness, and you embraced our Final moments together With punishing alacrity.

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Jun 8, 2025

Jun 8, 2025 at 1:07 PM UTC

Tuey195412

Rainy Love

Sad, dessicated flower I was enthralled with Your delicate roots, tipsy With your Typhoid Mary Doses of shroomy caps And bitter smiles. I choked Them down with a vengeance, As the saying goes. But, this Rubbed you like a congestive Illness, and you embraced our Final moments together With punishing alacrity.

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I know a girl who saves her dead orchid blooms in a drawer in her vanity. I called her sentimental and she laughed, saying, "I'm ****** in the head is all."

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Mar 12, 2025

Mar 12, 2025 at 5:38 AM UTC

Tuey195412

Sentiment

I know a girl who saves her dead orchid blooms in a drawer in her vanity. I called her sentimental and she laughed, saying, "I'm ****** in the head is all."

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Anita grabbed her picnic basket and ran to the forest's edge. Mottled light splashed about her feet as she disappeared beneath its canopy. The air was sweet. Her pulse quickened as she hurried on, sidestepping a familiar obstacle and leaping over a fallen tree. But, as she landed, she froze. Trepidation sharpened her senses to a razor's edge, and the basket slipped from her hand. Fast in the throes of intuition, she called for her niece, "Lucretia!!" A gust of wind pushed through the canopy. A branch of deadwood crashed to the ground. Anita started forward, stumbling over the basket. "Lucretia!" Crows answered, and her fear boiled over. "Lucretia!" she screamed, stumbling down the darkening path. She rounded a boulder, "Gracious, what lung power," Lucretia said. "Where were you? You scared me half to death." "Discovering a bitter, old swamp with fat tadpoles lazing about in the murk of drowning pools." "A swamp, you say?" questioned Anita. "Yes-yes! A torment of green algae and incessant croaking. There are fallen cedars, patches of sunlight and orchids springing from decay. The perfect milieu for a picnic." "You're a horrid little thing," Anita said, pulling Lucretia close and kissing the top of her head.

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Mar 7, 2025

Mar 7, 2025 at 8:56 AM UTC

Tuey195412

In the Forest

Anita grabbed her picnic basket and ran to the forest's edge. Mottled light splashed about her feet as she disappeared beneath its canopy. The air was sweet. Her pulse quickened as she hurried on, sidestepping a familiar obstacle and leaping over a fallen tree. But, as she landed, she froze. Trepidation sharpened her senses to a razor's edge, and the basket slipped from her hand. Fast in the throes of intuition, she called for her niece, "Lucretia!!" A gust of wind pushed through the canopy. A branch of deadwood crashed to the ground. Anita started forward, stumbling over the basket. "Lucretia!" Crows answered, and her fear boiled over. "Lucretia!" she screamed, stumbling down the darkening path. She rounded a boulder, "Gracious, what lung power," Lucretia said. "Where were you? You scared me half to death." "Discovering a bitter, old swamp with fat tadpoles lazing about in the murk of drowning pools." "A swamp, you say?" questioned Anita. "Yes-yes! A torment of green algae and incessant croaking. There are fallen cedars, patches of sunlight and orchids springing from decay. The perfect milieu for a picnic." "You're a horrid little thing," Anita said, pulling Lucretia close and kissing the top of her head.

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Sharp like obsidian, I can dress my best and thrill you or pull on a hoodie, and I'm nothing to see. ***** jewels, and private jets are for suckers and players like the ones seated around me, especially this guy- the one in the calfskin loafers. Spelling out Mississippi takes longer than his attention span. Strange for a guy sitting at the final table in the World Series of Poker. Whoops, Melville's all in with his big chip pile. That's why I sneer. The River card tipped me. It showed me all I needed about his hand. I scoop up his chips. I'm happy now, but he'll never know as I continue sneering. "Place your bets." "No more bets." "Coming out." If Princeton was hard, the CIA was harder. The Middle East collects souls in a thousand different ways: trip wires and road bombs. Decapitations. That's what you get when you're bereft of divinity. Yuck.

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Mar 4, 2025

Mar 4, 2025 at 5:14 AM UTC

Tuey195412

Nouveau Riche

Sharp like obsidian, I can dress my best and thrill you or pull on a hoodie, and I'm nothing to see. ***** jewels, and private jets are for suckers and players like the ones seated around me, especially this guy- the one in the calfskin loafers. Spelling out Mississippi takes longer than his attention span. Strange for a guy sitting at the final table in the World Series of Poker. Whoops, Melville's all in with his big chip pile. That's why I sneer. The River card tipped me. It showed me all I needed about his hand. I scoop up his chips. I'm happy now, but he'll never know as I continue sneering. "Place your bets." "No more bets." "Coming out." If Princeton was hard, the CIA was harder. The Middle East collects souls in a thousand different ways: trip wires and road bombs. Decapitations. That's what you get when you're bereft of divinity. Yuck.

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Young Albert taped a sign to his fold-out table and set it on the sidewalk. Lemonade 5 cents. Tulips and toads are free to a good home. A passing woman dropped a nickel on the table. Albert poured her lemonade and held it out along with a tulip. "Flowers are alone," said Albert. "I know," replied the woman, reaching for the flower. "I have no toads to give," said Albert. "No matter, young man, both are desolate creatures." "It's as I thought," mused Albert, "There is no difference between them." The woman sipped from her cup, saying, "Toads are less charitable."

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Feb 28, 2025

Feb 28, 2025 at 5:33 PM UTC

Tuey195412

Tulips and Toads

Young Albert taped a sign to his fold-out table and set it on the sidewalk. Lemonade 5 cents. Tulips and toads are free to a good home. A passing woman dropped a nickel on the table. Albert poured her lemonade and held it out along with a tulip. "Flowers are alone," said Albert. "I know," replied the woman, reaching for the flower. "I have no toads to give," said Albert. "No matter, young man, both are desolate creatures." "It's as I thought," mused Albert, "There is no difference between them." The woman sipped from her cup, saying, "Toads are less charitable."

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When the first bomb hit, a pressure shock blew my hat off. I jumped to my feet and took off running. No direction. No reason. More bombs punched through the deck. Bulkheads tore apart and mangled my shipmates. Black smoke poured out of the breaches. Fuel swept over the deck, and my feet went from under me. I tried getting up, but I kept going *** over bandboxes in the same spot. I yelled to God, "I'll swear off if you let me live!" He crushed another volcano in his fist and threw down the **** A three-hundred -pound hatch flew into the air. As high as the ship's bridge, it went. It came down next to me so hard that my feet went numb. That's when I started crawling for the ship's rail, crawling blind because of the fuel in my eyes. Something jagged slashed my right hand open. I didn't know what. I couldn't see! I reached out, felt the ship's rail, then dropped over the side. That's how I escaped that tub. She'd been a proud ship once, a heavy cruiser with eight-inch guns. Six months later, I shipped out on a destroyer. A U-boat sent her to the bottom with a single torpedo. Down she went, and back into the water I went. I felt sure the sharks were gonna rip me up. Instead, a rescue operation came along….

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Feb 23, 2025

Feb 23, 2025 at 10:14 PM UTC

Tuey195412

Pearl Harbor

When the first bomb hit, a pressure shock blew my hat off. I jumped to my feet and took off running. No direction. No reason. More bombs punched through the deck. Bulkheads tore apart and mangled my shipmates. Black smoke poured out of the breaches. Fuel swept over the deck, and my feet went from under me. I tried getting up, but I kept going *** over bandboxes in the same spot. I yelled to God, "I'll swear off if you let me live!" He crushed another volcano in his fist and threw down the **** A three-hundred -pound hatch flew into the air. As high as the ship's bridge, it went. It came down next to me so hard that my feet went numb. That's when I started crawling for the ship's rail, crawling blind because of the fuel in my eyes. Something jagged slashed my right hand open. I didn't know what. I couldn't see! I reached out, felt the ship's rail, then dropped over the side. That's how I escaped that tub. She'd been a proud ship once, a heavy cruiser with eight-inch guns. Six months later, I shipped out on a destroyer. A U-boat sent her to the bottom with a single torpedo. Down she went, and back into the water I went. I felt sure the sharks were gonna rip me up. Instead, a rescue operation came along….

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Our carriage rolled along a narrow street, rumbling over cobblestones, passing signs that creaked in the alpine breeze and streetlamp flickers. The midnight sky and its crush of stars glowed, a distance beyond the whisper of my prayers. Aphrodite gazed at me solemnly, saying, "I have great pity for Sappho; she lept from a cliff into the Aegean Sea. So it is with all whom I love."

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Feb 21, 2025

Feb 21, 2025 at 3:17 AM UTC

Tuey195412

Aphrodite

Our carriage rolled along a narrow street, rumbling over cobblestones, passing signs that creaked in the alpine breeze and streetlamp flickers. The midnight sky and its crush of stars glowed, a distance beyond the whisper of my prayers. Aphrodite gazed at me solemnly, saying, "I have great pity for Sappho; she lept from a cliff into the Aegean Sea. So it is with all whom I love."

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The hours I spend watching seasons from my window have increased of late. Today, my sister, Felice, came to my chamber, saying: "Gregory, the gate needs oiling." "Gregory, the roof is in disrepair." Disrepair? I should think so, yet I am loathe to leave this garden bower and the thrill of its funerary dreams.

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Feb 19, 2025

Feb 19, 2025 at 2:30 PM UTC

Tuey195412

A Dried Garden

The hours I spend watching seasons from my window have increased of late. Today, my sister, Felice, came to my chamber, saying: "Gregory, the gate needs oiling." "Gregory, the roof is in disrepair." Disrepair? I should think so, yet I am loathe to leave this garden bower and the thrill of its funerary dreams.

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