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pokkuri
pokkuri
You can either view my profile and cover photo as satirical or serious. I myself, am not even sure. I try base my poetry around personal experiences, whether it be directly about me or a close friend. Hoping for some feedback as I'm new to this thing.
We were the kool kids, messing up and coming down. We were the kool kids, always lost, don't want to be found. As the kool kids grew older, jokes became serious, problems defined, only by the choices of their lost, curious minds. Social anxiety/illnesses creep in strong. The death of my mother, really driving me wrong. MS suffering family members, really getting along. These kids are still lost, never to be remembered, and forgotten in song. These kids won't be found, as long as I'm breathing, alive and strong.
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Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC
We were The Kool Kids
And its not...
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Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 2:43 PM UTC
This is not a poem
Torment, guilt, and regret. These are the fruits of today. These poisonous fruits, grow on every tree in my garden. Aching inside, they laugh at me, taunt me These three feelings combined, wrapped in silk, ruin my love, my life my dreams
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Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC
Heavy Lids
'Trapped in a lizard state'. The singer's echoes, the words too clear. Like a lizard, I lay and wait, biding my time. Waiting for my prey to walk in the door. To latch, and to never let go. To playfully wrestle the bait. But for now I am waiting, staring at nothing. I wonder if Lizards don't sleep much, because of their dreams. Cause if so, I am most definitely cold blooded. Staring into nothing, waiting for my prey.
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Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 12:37 PM UTC
Crashed
A year, a lie. Constant smiles, bad times. What could have been avoided, is now ******* with my mind. Lost in lost emotions, Brought on previous devotions, These are the thoughts that haunt my mind, And linger like his taste in thine. Sleeping hasn't been easy, I'm run down and broken. Lost in these thoughts, brought on by these envious emotions. So while you lay to try and sleep, remember the boy your trying to keep. The boy who has lost everything, his trust and respect in thee.
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 12:58 PM UTC
Lost Thoughts.
How can someone who fills me with such torment, leave with such joy in life? She's asleep beside me. She leaves my soul burning, but beneath this burning, is a feeling of bliss. A feeling better than any position, or narcotic I've taken in my life. A feeling as euphoric as heaven She is my ****** While I sit here watching, all the good memories that disappear. And I intern, become haunted by everything that taints my affection. As the clock hits quarter to four, I should probably try get some rest. For within the next 24 hours, I've to be ready to welcome this again.
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Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
So She Sleeps
Here I lie in a room, alone. Due to my mood, its like lying in my own casket. Posters look at me with empathy, Posters entice me. I've been this room alone about 5 hours. Feels like an eternity since she left. This posters have been the only ones keeping me company. My mind is hollow, empty, filled with anger and jealousy I cannot describe. This silence slowly driving me crazy. Is this purgatory? Trapped in my head, in this room, alone.
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Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 9:47 PM UTC
Mental Purgatory
I have an occasional distaste, more of a disgust if you will. I don't know how this hate developed. One day I began seeing humans as animals, cows, etc. I'm not a vegetarian, petty individuals, following 'trends' ' Is my China fringe high enough?' ' Is my manbun tight enough?' Both sides reek of stupidity. Its awful hard to be intellectual when you all look the same, All you city dwellers, urban outfitters is to blame. I often sit about, and question humanity, while I'm comfortable with some of it, a lot of it makes me laugh, and soon hopefully will be the end of it
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Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
Distaste
Boredom strikes once again, I have the right number to call. Feeling lonely and empty, I have the right number to call. Need that confidence boost, to talk to now girl of my dreams, I have the right number to call. The relief is blown off my shoulders, within 3 or 4 drags of this lost wand. Then she takes care of me making sure, that there is no discomfort. No, not anymore. Such a beautiful plant is open to criticism, however for me it is a freedom, a release. An escape from a world I don't want to particularly be in. A release that helps **** this anxiety which haunts me. A release that helps me when I get ****** of random rapes/murders both international and local. This plant is an escape, your either with it. Or against it. I personally understand and respect for both sides
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Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC
A Godly Presence
Laying alone in a tent, breathing's heavier, sweat is dripping. I think I've had too much. Too many festival treats obtained off friendly vendors, in it as much as you are, looking for a good time, at a small cost. The sun begins to rise, heart races faster, Emotions both empathetic and sympathetic. I think I've had too much. Laying in this tent amongst the other sheep in the same boat around me. I have accepted my faith This is my fault, will I notify anyone? No **** it, I don't want to cause a scene, I'll let them find out Too many thoughts rushing through my head, too many apologies that will be owed, that I won't around for, I'm filled with self disgust but maybe, its for the best. I think I've had too much
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Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 1:50 PM UTC
Waiting For Death