imaginary-noise - Hello Poetry

Growing up fast is going from Yo mama to dead mama jokes Faster than it takes you to finish Your lunchable The only difference is Yo mama is funny those whom Don't relate Dead mama Is for those who do

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Nov 8, 2016

Nov 8, 2016 at 3:45 PM UTC

imaginary-noise

You either relate or don't

Growing up fast is going from Yo mama to dead mama jokes Faster than it takes you to finish Your lunchable The only difference is Yo mama is funny those whom Don't relate Dead mama Is for those who do

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I keep a pair of boxing gloves hanging from my ceiling fan The light reflects off them at sunrise I keep them there to remind me that the words Strong and beautiful can coexist I bought them for $10 at Ross

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Nov 8, 2016

Nov 8, 2016 at 11:17 AM UTC

imaginary-noise

$10 gave me what society couldn't

I keep a pair of boxing gloves hanging from my ceiling fan The light reflects off them at sunrise I keep them there to remind me that the words Strong and beautiful can coexist I bought them for $10 at Ross

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Time is so valuable We don't stop for long We barley sleep anymore And yet Netflix is the top grossing app

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Nov 8, 2016

Nov 8, 2016 at 10:52 AM UTC

imaginary-noise

We don't even read long poems

Time is so valuable We don't stop for long We barley sleep anymore And yet Netflix is the top grossing app

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You were always jealous Jealous that the only hardship you had encountered was a lack of fluffy pillows Fattened from the abundance of food Spoiled in free cars and free gas Free Free is the price listed next to your dinner But it's what you claim not to be Free Free will and free reign It's stamped across your forehead because you are what you eat But like all spoiled children You needed a reason To cry to whine "My mommy never loved me" "My daddy never hugged me" Attention is what you want What you lie for Creating problems that make you victim Victim The word of the day Meaning 'Person who is tricked or harmed' Synonymous to loser prey and chump So loser Tell me Does the silver spoon not suit you? You want to come out and play with the big kids? With open arms big kids welcome broken souls With crumpled dreams and stained pasts We whisper comforting words to stop wet eyes Broken bones bending to back to normal No one ever taught us love We found it in the eyes of hungry animals whom with we shared our warmth We found it in the beauty of Mother Nature The colors of the flowers sprouting from the sewage overflow is the brightest of all Or I guess it's a **** A plant that finds a way to survive in a place where it was never wanted Fed nothing but ******** And stomped on with poverties giant feet I guess I am a **** of my generation But at least I'm not a snake Slithering it's way through the tallest flowers Pretending like it fits Like it grow upwards towards the light So chump Tell me How are you snake and prey at the same time? Weaving your way through the tightest knits of flowers Mowing down some in your wake A flattened trail getting larger and longer As your body grows thicker Fattened by the food You may be Camouflaged in envy green But you can never recreate Our colors

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Nov 8, 2016

Nov 8, 2016 at 10:27 AM UTC

imaginary-noise

You **** at blending in

You were always jealous Jealous that the only hardship you had encountered was a lack of fluffy pillows Fattened from the abundance of food Spoiled in free cars and free gas Free Free is the price listed next to your dinner But it's what you claim not to be Free Free will and free reign It's stamped across your forehead because you are what you eat But like all spoiled children You needed a reason To cry to whine "My mommy never loved me" "My daddy never hugged me" Attention is what you want What you lie for Creating problems that make you victim Victim The word of the day Meaning 'Person who is tricked or harmed' Synonymous to loser prey and chump So loser Tell me Does the silver spoon not suit you? You want to come out and play with the big kids? With open arms big kids welcome broken souls With crumpled dreams and stained pasts We whisper comforting words to stop wet eyes Broken bones bending to back to normal No one ever taught us love We found it in the eyes of hungry animals whom with we shared our warmth We found it in the beauty of Mother Nature The colors of the flowers sprouting from the sewage overflow is the brightest of all Or I guess it's a **** A plant that finds a way to survive in a place where it was never wanted Fed nothing but ******** And stomped on with poverties giant feet I guess I am a **** of my generation But at least I'm not a snake Slithering it's way through the tallest flowers Pretending like it fits Like it grow upwards towards the light So chump Tell me How are you snake and prey at the same time? Weaving your way through the tightest knits of flowers Mowing down some in your wake A flattened trail getting larger and longer As your body grows thicker Fattened by the food You may be Camouflaged in envy green But you can never recreate Our colors

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