courtofowls - Hello Poetry

These words that I combine are always in a fuss not always do they rhyme but one of you is reading this and I'm past the point where you could walk all over me.

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Jul 27, 2019

Jul 27, 2019 at 9:16 PM UTC

Something something

These words that I combine are always in a fuss not always do they rhyme but one of you is reading this and I'm past the point where you could walk all over me.

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Two merry steps are landing and gently passing by on cherry blossom leaves two steps are walking by. A pair of pair bewildered one loudly lends a sigh another smiles and whimpers with tears of joy inside. Two steps become a couple where once two touches flied no longer are they single a pair is walking by.

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Jul 10, 2019

Jul 10, 2019 at 6:28 PM UTC

Landing

Two merry steps are landing and gently passing by on cherry blossom leaves two steps are walking by. A pair of pair bewildered one loudly lends a sigh another smiles and whimpers with tears of joy inside. Two steps become a couple where once two touches flied no longer are they single a pair is walking by.

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I hear notes again time and time again, after every major event, when will I truly learn?

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Jul 10, 2019

Jul 10, 2019 at 6:27 PM UTC

Tunes

I hear notes again time and time again, after every major event, when will I truly learn?

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Behind dropped curtains roads lay where automobiles ride and day and night they pass by, but a blind man I am, sound only pierces through into a graveyard grey fills my room. I crawl alone between the guts that spawned me once what wondrous sights twist turn behind lungs hollow screech and swallow fingernails burst open chests, crimson lakes flow heads follow, rolling on train rails small creatures, critters, in litter jitter, buzzing in my ears- what's this? The sudden plague appears, Rats! **** them as they near. I yell: 'Oh mother, please, push me through the womb! - succumbed, I numb my senses. Many men came to this land to test the faith that guides their hand, their holy father stands high above straps our merry troupe onto wood chairs. Three days and nights, yet still they stand fluids mix under their seats - the smell of sweet release and a finale closes flies flock outwards all eyes above. Drums beat again, retreat - absurd. War roars, clashing steel and swords. On top - the mountain cries, run, run it warns, run red - ground to dirt; amidst the battlefield a mouse - hidden with the dead, observe. He raises cautiously slowly 'Halt!' 'Where are you headed rat?'. Chased on the rocks, no way, no saviour awaits. A sting then hit - the stink of **** but faded, persuaded by horrific dread.. it picked a rock and smashed his chasers' head. Rattle, rattle little bones, pieces of mind cover the boulder, one by one drop- drip on the shocked grimace. Menacing nether realms corrupt bend, curve physical matter through all the pain, disguist and guts shattered be the particles, atoms left inside a whole black cylinder to be transported in another universe as dust. Worried blinking disrupts the dream, smell of lavender flows in gust yet still I am strapped, in this greyish land awaiting tempting doom.

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Apr 9, 2019

Apr 9, 2019 at 6:13 PM UTC

Outland

Behind dropped curtains roads lay where automobiles ride and day and night they pass by, but a blind man I am, sound only pierces through into a graveyard grey fills my room. I crawl alone between the guts that spawned me once what wondrous sights twist turn behind lungs hollow screech and swallow fingernails burst open chests, crimson lakes flow heads follow, rolling on train rails small creatures, critters, in litter jitter, buzzing in my ears- what's this? The sudden plague appears, Rats! **** them as they near. I yell: 'Oh mother, please, push me through the womb! - succumbed, I numb my senses. Many men came to this land to test the faith that guides their hand, their holy father stands high above straps our merry troupe onto wood chairs. Three days and nights, yet still they stand fluids mix under their seats - the smell of sweet release and a finale closes flies flock outwards all eyes above. Drums beat again, retreat - absurd. War roars, clashing steel and swords. On top - the mountain cries, run, run it warns, run red - ground to dirt; amidst the battlefield a mouse - hidden with the dead, observe. He raises cautiously slowly 'Halt!' 'Where are you headed rat?'. Chased on the rocks, no way, no saviour awaits. A sting then hit - the stink of **** but faded, persuaded by horrific dread.. it picked a rock and smashed his chasers' head. Rattle, rattle little bones, pieces of mind cover the boulder, one by one drop- drip on the shocked grimace. Menacing nether realms corrupt bend, curve physical matter through all the pain, disguist and guts shattered be the particles, atoms left inside a whole black cylinder to be transported in another universe as dust. Worried blinking disrupts the dream, smell of lavender flows in gust yet still I am strapped, in this greyish land awaiting tempting doom.

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I pick the pen then drop it again and again and aga

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Mar 21, 2019

Mar 21, 2019 at 10:18 AM UTC

%@$-5

I pick the pen then drop it again and again and aga

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I tap the screen and watch a clock tiny 0's and 1's 1 PM passed, tiny taps click from my pen oh, how I wish it would go through the ethmoid bone in my brain.

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Mar 7, 2019

Mar 7, 2019 at 10:54 AM UTC

Uni

I tap the screen and watch a clock tiny 0's and 1's 1 PM passed, tiny taps click from my pen oh, how I wish it would go through the ethmoid bone in my brain.

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