flash-thunderson - Hello Poetry

Your smell, your color And your taste— I‘ll never let You go to waste When times get tough You’re always there And always show me That you care. You’re my true blue- I’d die for you. No one else knows What we’ve been through. Cause you’re the best; You’ve passed the test. I love you most Above the rest. Through work days, Off days, Holidays, You comfort me In many ways. I’m who I am, At least by some, Because of you- So thank you ***

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Sep 22, 2020

Sep 22, 2020 at 12:02 PM UTC

Mon Vrai Bleu

Your smell, your color And your taste— I‘ll never let You go to waste When times get tough You’re always there And always show me That you care. You’re my true blue- I’d die for you. No one else knows What we’ve been through. Cause you’re the best; You’ve passed the test. I love you most Above the rest. Through work days, Off days, Holidays, You comfort me In many ways. I’m who I am, At least by some, Because of you- So thank you ***

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An orange light peaks through the window Hatefully greets another day. He pulls the red sleeping bag over his head Wishing this nausea would subside. Fresh scrapes across his knuckles And violent, violet bruises on his knees— Just another average morning For this angry young man. Stumble from the futon Amongst the battle ground of empty cans, Searching for lost left over liquid— The only remedy he’s ever known What some people call a disease, He calls it the cure, But there’s nothing there— No more money, no other options—this is it. Sipping on a cup of reality— The bitter taste of defeat. Tired of being tired And sick of being sick. Earthquake in his stomach, A tectonic disturbance. Heartburn made from magma, A pyroclastic flow. Dry heaves and convulsions Above a porcelain ******* He knows he needs to stop, But no one likes a quitter.

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Aug 29, 2020

Aug 29, 2020 at 2:44 PM UTC

Dipsomania

An orange light peaks through the window Hatefully greets another day. He pulls the red sleeping bag over his head Wishing this nausea would subside. Fresh scrapes across his knuckles And violent, violet bruises on his knees— Just another average morning For this angry young man. Stumble from the futon Amongst the battle ground of empty cans, Searching for lost left over liquid— The only remedy he’s ever known What some people call a disease, He calls it the cure, But there’s nothing there— No more money, no other options—this is it. Sipping on a cup of reality— The bitter taste of defeat. Tired of being tired And sick of being sick. Earthquake in his stomach, A tectonic disturbance. Heartburn made from magma, A pyroclastic flow. Dry heaves and convulsions Above a porcelain ******* He knows he needs to stop, But no one likes a quitter.

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I Surrounded and submerged By Darkness of the deep. Berserk, I bounce below Under the wild waves. Distraught and in distress, Making manic movements, But before blacking out, Emptiness envelops. Finally free from fear. Such sudden, silent sleep. II Poison *********** Assaulted and abused. Violent violation— Coerced without consent. Demolished and destroyed. ****** and dehumanized. Growing god awful guilt And losing lust for life. ****** survivor— Dead and demoralized. III Tunneling thumbs dig deep Inside my eye sockets. Blood burst and starts to spurt. Pupils pop—soundless scream. Shaken, shocked and startled. It’s finally come true. Catastrophe confirmed. Loss of light, lacking life. Misty, murky milieu. My domain of darkness.

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Aug 29, 2020

Aug 29, 2020 at 12:53 PM UTC

Reverie of Ruination

I Surrounded and submerged By Darkness of the deep. Berserk, I bounce below Under the wild waves. Distraught and in distress, Making manic movements, But before blacking out, Emptiness envelops. Finally free from fear. Such sudden, silent sleep. II Poison *********** Assaulted and abused. Violent violation— Coerced without consent. Demolished and destroyed. ****** and dehumanized. Growing god awful guilt And losing lust for life. ****** survivor— Dead and demoralized. III Tunneling thumbs dig deep Inside my eye sockets. Blood burst and starts to spurt. Pupils pop—soundless scream. Shaken, shocked and startled. It’s finally come true. Catastrophe confirmed. Loss of light, lacking life. Misty, murky milieu. My domain of darkness.

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Worthless, wasted wits. Weak— with out wisdom. Inebriation inevitable. Unsealed, unburdened Unstoppable urge. Transformed— Transcended, Talents transpire. Potion, pen, paper... Producing power. Carefully crafting Clever Cuneiform.

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Aug 29, 2020

Aug 29, 2020 at 12:51 PM UTC

Clever Cuneiform

Worthless, wasted wits. Weak— with out wisdom. Inebriation inevitable. Unsealed, unburdened Unstoppable urge. Transformed— Transcended, Talents transpire. Potion, pen, paper... Producing power. Carefully crafting Clever Cuneiform.

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My one true love, she calls my name. I fly to her— like moth to flame— She’s not at fault ‘cause I’m to blame. It’s what I need— it’s not a game. Gelastic jive— the way I talk— I lost the key, but there’s no lock. And even whilst mid zombie walk, I recognize... take careful stock. From this madness comes frustrations— They’re producing invitations Through my liver, penetrations, From the liquid fueled sensations. She’s my goddess, a queen— divine. Her purple prose, pray at her shrine, Because of her I’m feeling fine... Plus forty gulps of breakfast wine.

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Aug 28, 2020

Aug 28, 2020 at 8:33 PM UTC

Gelastic Jive

My one true love, she calls my name. I fly to her— like moth to flame— She’s not at fault ‘cause I’m to blame. It’s what I need— it’s not a game. Gelastic jive— the way I talk— I lost the key, but there’s no lock. And even whilst mid zombie walk, I recognize... take careful stock. From this madness comes frustrations— They’re producing invitations Through my liver, penetrations, From the liquid fueled sensations. She’s my goddess, a queen— divine. Her purple prose, pray at her shrine, Because of her I’m feeling fine... Plus forty gulps of breakfast wine.

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I’m cold as ice, paradise. & I’ll watch you walk out that door— like so many women have done before. I finally found my voice— do not think I didn’t have a choice. Your mediterranean skin & your bronze tones. Roman empress— this Celtic warrior pays allegiance to you no longer — because I’ve finally become stronger. W/ my blue eyes, deep as the Atlantic, & my long, wild hair— blowing in the wind w/ out a care. You look like a fairy tale. Those inviting looks & your soft, supple lips. Your curves & your edges— & those gorgeous goddess hips. But like any fairy tale, it is nothing more than a dream. It’s empty, like the calories in ice cream. There is nothing there, because you don’t care & I can’t bare that we lost our flair, but I have to wonder— was it ever even there?

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Aug 28, 2020

Aug 28, 2020 at 8:33 PM UTC

Aimless

I’m cold as ice, paradise. & I’ll watch you walk out that door— like so many women have done before. I finally found my voice— do not think I didn’t have a choice. Your mediterranean skin & your bronze tones. Roman empress— this Celtic warrior pays allegiance to you no longer — because I’ve finally become stronger. W/ my blue eyes, deep as the Atlantic, & my long, wild hair— blowing in the wind w/ out a care. You look like a fairy tale. Those inviting looks & your soft, supple lips. Your curves & your edges— & those gorgeous goddess hips. But like any fairy tale, it is nothing more than a dream. It’s empty, like the calories in ice cream. There is nothing there, because you don’t care & I can’t bare that we lost our flair, but I have to wonder— was it ever even there?

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