rmbdubs - Hello Poetry

I threw you into the ocean Watched you flounder Screaming— Small and silly. The ring was barely Too big For my little finger (Probably fit just right on your **** I threw it too— A stony life preserver For the small-dicked And emotionally stunted. I hope you hate yourself, Darling. I hope your time below the surface Is all Baking soda and sardines. You ******* sadboy You bigot in sheep’s clothing You needy, whiny little Thing. The ocean was the best Thing That could have Happened to you Remember that Thing When you Drown.

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Feb 2, 2018

Feb 2, 2018 at 11:05 PM UTC

Waves

I threw you into the ocean Watched you flounder Screaming— Small and silly. The ring was barely Too big For my little finger (Probably fit just right on your **** I threw it too— A stony life preserver For the small-dicked And emotionally stunted. I hope you hate yourself, Darling. I hope your time below the surface Is all Baking soda and sardines. You ******* sadboy You bigot in sheep’s clothing You needy, whiny little Thing. The ocean was the best Thing That could have Happened to you Remember that Thing When you Drown.

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I don’t know why You pretended To love me Or how you faked The whispered sighs and Shattered hourglasses Or where I’ll go Now that home Isn’t you anymore. I don’t know why You pretended To love me When it’s easier To use a brick To soften me Or to slice my Pretty thighs— (Would I drain the way you like?) I don’t know why You pretended To love me- Other boys would burn me Hit me (Run me over with a tractor?) You were never A stickler for Legality- What’s the ******* Problem Then?

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Jan 2, 2018

Jan 2, 2018 at 2:17 PM UTC

Confusion

I don’t know why You pretended To love me Or how you faked The whispered sighs and Shattered hourglasses Or where I’ll go Now that home Isn’t you anymore. I don’t know why You pretended To love me When it’s easier To use a brick To soften me Or to slice my Pretty thighs— (Would I drain the way you like?) I don’t know why You pretended To love me- Other boys would burn me Hit me (Run me over with a tractor?) You were never A stickler for Legality- What’s the ******* Problem Then?

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You promised Never To hurt me But I knew You would Grind me up Take me— A chewable Antidepressant There for Your joy (God willing). You said you Never Wanted To love me It was just A Thing That happened— I was just A Thing That happened (To you). I Always Wanted To love you I worked I cried I made waves Happen I thought It would be Cruel If they didn’t (Work now). I Never Loved you But couldn’t Let you Know— You didn’t Deserve The pain (You caused). You were The one In love But still The one Who threw me Away— The most Gorgeous Thing (In the Recycling bin).

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Jan 2, 2018

Jan 2, 2018 at 2:14 PM UTC

Glass Bottle

You promised Never To hurt me But I knew You would Grind me up Take me— A chewable Antidepressant There for Your joy (God willing). You said you Never Wanted To love me It was just A Thing That happened— I was just A Thing That happened (To you). I Always Wanted To love you I worked I cried I made waves Happen I thought It would be Cruel If they didn’t (Work now). I Never Loved you But couldn’t Let you Know— You didn’t Deserve The pain (You caused). You were The one In love But still The one Who threw me Away— The most Gorgeous Thing (In the Recycling bin).

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"We will move," She thought. For the pronoun alone.

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Jan 13, 2016

Jan 13, 2016 at 7:53 PM UTC

Untitled

"We will move," She thought. For the pronoun alone.

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I don't care what you think; I have this Xanax.

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Jun 13, 2015

Jun 13, 2015 at 1:10 AM UTC

Drugs are Good 10w

I don't care what you think; I have this Xanax.

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I tried to write a poem to get the feelings out. They said poetry Went with angst Almost as well as Sylvia Plath and- Repetition. But I wrote a poem And another And another And another. And they felt wrong And got shorter and shorter And less and less creative And didn’t look much like art Painting is art Sculpture is art Music is art. Whining isn’t. That’s the thing With poetry; It’s art Or it’s nothing And I seemed like a nothing And I must have felt nothing Because nothing was on the page And I had nothing left to add Because “Why do good people die?” Is trite And “Is war such a good idea?” Has been done by the Beatles. “I can’t stop crying” Mostly rings true for babies And they rarely If ever Read poems. So I had only one word That could sum up the tight and the hurt and the lost And a word’s not a poem At all- is it? I wish I were eloquent I wish it were pretty I wish my hands could heal you And my voice could soothe you And my laugh infect you And my heart reach you My words touch you My arms hold you and fix you but all I have is “you."

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Apr 28, 2015

Apr 28, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC

Words

I tried to write a poem to get the feelings out. They said poetry Went with angst Almost as well as Sylvia Plath and- Repetition. But I wrote a poem And another And another And another. And they felt wrong And got shorter and shorter And less and less creative And didn’t look much like art Painting is art Sculpture is art Music is art. Whining isn’t. That’s the thing With poetry; It’s art Or it’s nothing And I seemed like a nothing And I must have felt nothing Because nothing was on the page And I had nothing left to add Because “Why do good people die?” Is trite And “Is war such a good idea?” Has been done by the Beatles. “I can’t stop crying” Mostly rings true for babies And they rarely If ever Read poems. So I had only one word That could sum up the tight and the hurt and the lost And a word’s not a poem At all- is it? I wish I were eloquent I wish it were pretty I wish my hands could heal you And my voice could soothe you And my laugh infect you And my heart reach you My words touch you My arms hold you and fix you but all I have is “you."

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I thought you were dead or close to it. And I cried for days Did you hear? I tried to be silent for you. Be strong for you. Have healing hands for you. You tried to be strong, too. You tried to smile And laugh And cuddle Like an old basset. Your eyes gave you Away. They still do sometimes Fill with flecks of crystal And become the ocean. A warm ocean that basks in the heat but knows it’s a warning Of what’s to come And feels guilty for knowing the sun.

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Apr 20, 2015

Apr 20, 2015 at 8:00 PM UTC

Silence

I thought you were dead or close to it. And I cried for days Did you hear? I tried to be silent for you. Be strong for you. Have healing hands for you. You tried to be strong, too. You tried to smile And laugh And cuddle Like an old basset. Your eyes gave you Away. They still do sometimes Fill with flecks of crystal And become the ocean. A warm ocean that basks in the heat but knows it’s a warning Of what’s to come And feels guilty for knowing the sun.

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My eyes were fire and they hurt But you were awfully chilly. If you just got a little closer, maybe- You told me I was beautiful And I knew it was a lie But it meant I was worth Lying to, didn’t it?- You said you’d fight till the end I pretended to believe you Pretended so hard I scalded my insides I said I was a bad dream An echo of the girl you wanted You chuckled and said you knew But you couldn’t, could you- You wanted an angel I gave you a harlot A Lohan Mary Magdalene Wrapped in a mask of candlelight. I didn’t mean to hurt you, Dear. I wish that wasn’t a lie I wish you were a fairytale And that I were not an Arsonist.

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Apr 19, 2015

Apr 19, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC

Burned

My eyes were fire and they hurt But you were awfully chilly. If you just got a little closer, maybe- You told me I was beautiful And I knew it was a lie But it meant I was worth Lying to, didn’t it?- You said you’d fight till the end I pretended to believe you Pretended so hard I scalded my insides I said I was a bad dream An echo of the girl you wanted You chuckled and said you knew But you couldn’t, could you- You wanted an angel I gave you a harlot A Lohan Mary Magdalene Wrapped in a mask of candlelight. I didn’t mean to hurt you, Dear. I wish that wasn’t a lie I wish you were a fairytale And that I were not an Arsonist.

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Break it it’s what’s wrong break it. Do it. Waiting? Do it. Do it till it can’t be done anymore Break it apart till it bleeds. Beaten Bulldozed Battered Burned Busted Bruised ****** Broken Beautiful.

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Apr 18, 2015

Apr 18, 2015 at 11:43 PM UTC

Break

Break it it’s what’s wrong break it. Do it. Waiting? Do it. Do it till it can’t be done anymore Break it apart till it bleeds. Beaten Bulldozed Battered Burned Busted Bruised ****** Broken Beautiful.

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Claw at the problem till it’s so big You can crawl inside.

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Apr 17, 2015

Apr 17, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC

Solution

Claw at the problem till it’s so big You can crawl inside.

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