comunicationaryshapes - Hello Poetry

Honest He who doesn't work, works **** or just can't commit He homeless He an affair and a **** good fix ****** with a tendency to show underwhelming **** Twisted into nicety by such anger at the human, the wants Good at *** when in love Un-abused Un-poisened One of my best mates like Dyslexic thick **** A problem Step child and real life son, grandson always, always, grandson eldest unappreciated, underestimated, paranioder? Paranoidist. One of the needers of therapists Panicked by past Fractured by future A depressive, doesn't drink, do drudgery like drugs A fearfull mess mummy's boy Fatherless Fathered less A letdownshowoff overconfident, Anxious, ex husband, probable poofter, please Goddot, please, let he be a cheater A ex punk, definite ***** pushover, almost poet So easily hurt, yet never hurts My love one. (Cary you Guardian) Too damed romantic Cant read but by gosh buys books Genius artistic, Autistic, an idiot and just another bad student manish Little Boy child Unable to be alone and not a good flatmate Justifier of the almighty grey areas, The cheated... the Strong willed.

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Apr 16, 2016

Apr 16, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC

comunicationaryshapes

Self Portrayal

Honest He who doesn't work, works **** or just can't commit He homeless He an affair and a **** good fix ****** with a tendency to show underwhelming **** Twisted into nicety by such anger at the human, the wants Good at *** when in love Un-abused Un-poisened One of my best mates like Dyslexic thick **** A problem Step child and real life son, grandson always, always, grandson eldest unappreciated, underestimated, paranioder? Paranoidist. One of the needers of therapists Panicked by past Fractured by future A depressive, doesn't drink, do drudgery like drugs A fearfull mess mummy's boy Fatherless Fathered less A letdownshowoff overconfident, Anxious, ex husband, probable poofter, please Goddot, please, let he be a cheater A ex punk, definite ***** pushover, almost poet So easily hurt, yet never hurts My love one. (Cary you Guardian) Too damed romantic Cant read but by gosh buys books Genius artistic, Autistic, an idiot and just another bad student manish Little Boy child Unable to be alone and not a good flatmate Justifier of the almighty grey areas, The cheated... the Strong willed.

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As she lies, comfortable, ******* up, queerly quaking, impaled on his much larger joy Moist sugar, eking steadily outwards Moist salt pumping eagerly in Part of him missing Part of her gained As her hands rip into the spaces on the back skin of this treacherous boy She is happy Tense and loosened by their shared ****** Ripping Ripping Ripping fingers enter into the wetness of each eye, I Rip myself left from right Rip myself logic from left Pounding flesh into stone, slow Steady pounding, rhythmic So rigid the hot blood in this chest Then falling, failing, flopped-flaccid Into a pile of folding skin, nothing within Cut clean off this wretched mere mortal **** She is happy The lier will lie with him no more no more with me Death is not destructive enough for thee For I am the selfless I am in love.

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Apr 15, 2016

Apr 15, 2016 at 11:27 PM UTC

comunicationaryshapes

The Freedom of the Trap

As she lies, comfortable, ******* up, queerly quaking, impaled on his much larger joy Moist sugar, eking steadily outwards Moist salt pumping eagerly in Part of him missing Part of her gained As her hands rip into the spaces on the back skin of this treacherous boy She is happy Tense and loosened by their shared ****** Ripping Ripping Ripping fingers enter into the wetness of each eye, I Rip myself left from right Rip myself logic from left Pounding flesh into stone, slow Steady pounding, rhythmic So rigid the hot blood in this chest Then falling, failing, flopped-flaccid Into a pile of folding skin, nothing within Cut clean off this wretched mere mortal **** She is happy The lier will lie with him no more no more with me Death is not destructive enough for thee For I am the selfless I am in love.

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you were already born you were already form you were already you Not yet, were you them Not yet were you His. He was too late it wasn't His fault. There you stood, ****** still and innocent, Lead in, unknown, you were in His home you were already thinking, already grown, already able to contemplate, could already understand, always tried to, already dangerous, you were not solid wood as the all and only people He already knew. Why would He not take hammer to you? Love you as only He knew Fix all that was wrong inside Cheerfully plain you of your top layer of skin, strip away imperfection He didn't know He wasn't god. Inside his home He was. One day as he was trying, you were trying, ******* trying to be a chair or a chest of drawers stood there in varnish while He chipped away at the painted or tainted ends of your toes His frustration grows, Shout. Not around you right into you Shout. An emotion as never before hard, cold, inexorable, force, the power of adults. Into your mouth its forced, fleming, gagging, one day drowning, with haired hands, holding you open, this grey anger, flesh pushed further, an anxiety un-swalable you barely understand the shape of his words, You Are Unlovable. an almost perfect dot appears. Its on the new outside skin in the middle of your throat , How could you know? .

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Apr 15, 2016

Apr 15, 2016 at 11:23 PM UTC

comunicationaryshapes

Birth.

you were already born you were already form you were already you Not yet, were you them Not yet were you His. He was too late it wasn't His fault. There you stood, ****** still and innocent, Lead in, unknown, you were in His home you were already thinking, already grown, already able to contemplate, could already understand, always tried to, already dangerous, you were not solid wood as the all and only people He already knew. Why would He not take hammer to you? Love you as only He knew Fix all that was wrong inside Cheerfully plain you of your top layer of skin, strip away imperfection He didn't know He wasn't god. Inside his home He was. One day as he was trying, you were trying, ******* trying to be a chair or a chest of drawers stood there in varnish while He chipped away at the painted or tainted ends of your toes His frustration grows, Shout. Not around you right into you Shout. An emotion as never before hard, cold, inexorable, force, the power of adults. Into your mouth its forced, fleming, gagging, one day drowning, with haired hands, holding you open, this grey anger, flesh pushed further, an anxiety un-swalable you barely understand the shape of his words, You Are Unlovable. an almost perfect dot appears. Its on the new outside skin in the middle of your throat , How could you know? .

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