rubberduckthesis - Hello Poetry

1 I’m not one to tell But some people really deserve it I’m not one to be so fell But some people really need it 2 Sometimes I think I could **** Sometimes I think I am wrong But now I know I was right My just bloodlust is useless to fight 3 I paint your face white I paint over the neon mess I tackle you to the ground Ram your head on the seething white floor I want to crack your skull I want to hear it snap under the weight of my hands Alas I am weak But not weak enough to **** you quickly 4 My knees are digging into your chest My hands are around your grizzly neck Asphyxia is a good solution to some problems Choke, you old ******* I won’t let you go so fast 5 I drag you by your hair into the lift outside my unit It’s really dark It’s way past midnight and everything is quiet Everything is quiet when you’ve lived so noisily 6 The red lights from the buttons glow slowly and gently and I press the first floor gingerly The automated voice says “first floor” in that funny little way it always does 7 The lift descends, with me and you It is like a passage to hell For the both of us We’re not dead yet But we are corpses Both of us 8 The stars are so pretty tonight You can rarely see them so clear But tonight every corner of time is enveloped in a Gluttonous cocoon of darkness 9 I haul you out to the shady alley where Nobody sleeps but nobody listens And I wait For the dogs to smell you The dogs are tearing your flesh apart Like bubblegum I want to feed you to them See their canine fangs sink into you But even the most vicious hounds Will never use you as meat For fear of the evil laced in you You’re not dead yet I told you I wouldn’t let you go just like that You can scream all you want, old man Nobody sleeps but nobody listens A timely taste of your own medicine 10 You can’t spell illegal without legal 11 In your last moments I **** your mouth with a knife

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Jan 12, 2019

Jan 12, 2019 at 4:33 AM UTC

****** piece

1 I’m not one to tell But some people really deserve it I’m not one to be so fell But some people really need it 2 Sometimes I think I could **** Sometimes I think I am wrong But now I know I was right My just bloodlust is useless to fight 3 I paint your face white I paint over the neon mess I tackle you to the ground Ram your head on the seething white floor I want to crack your skull I want to hear it snap under the weight of my hands Alas I am weak But not weak enough to **** you quickly 4 My knees are digging into your chest My hands are around your grizzly neck Asphyxia is a good solution to some problems Choke, you old ******* I won’t let you go so fast 5 I drag you by your hair into the lift outside my unit It’s really dark It’s way past midnight and everything is quiet Everything is quiet when you’ve lived so noisily 6 The red lights from the buttons glow slowly and gently and I press the first floor gingerly The automated voice says “first floor” in that funny little way it always does 7 The lift descends, with me and you It is like a passage to hell For the both of us We’re not dead yet But we are corpses Both of us 8 The stars are so pretty tonight You can rarely see them so clear But tonight every corner of time is enveloped in a Gluttonous cocoon of darkness 9 I haul you out to the shady alley where Nobody sleeps but nobody listens And I wait For the dogs to smell you The dogs are tearing your flesh apart Like bubblegum I want to feed you to them See their canine fangs sink into you But even the most vicious hounds Will never use you as meat For fear of the evil laced in you You’re not dead yet I told you I wouldn’t let you go just like that You can scream all you want, old man Nobody sleeps but nobody listens A timely taste of your own medicine 10 You can’t spell illegal without legal 11 In your last moments I **** your mouth with a knife

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he came in my dreams one night faceless, bleeding fluorescent pink dragonfly wings caved at feet Bugs are so easy to squash a child is a limp rag doll is a two tongued succubus carving fishnets in flesh I cannot touch but I can scream from the watchtower in the dead of night in the dense blackness void penetrated by a voice dissipating in futility as the fish on deck spluttering, scales fluttering entwines in honeycomb plastic who knew the one who started it all had the strength to take it all away? tongues are so dangerous they can taste ever so sweet and slick or cut like knives wet with anger the sweetness I drowned in is now oil petals rotten, blackened and thickened the water fragment me over and over Me, a wolf Bit a chunk But drowned in my shadow Conjugate I’m one with the one I despise I am Venus fly Antichrist embedded Parasitic blood Who knew the one who started it all Had the sense to take it all away? Who's your Precious little child now? Who's your Precious little child now? Father, child Cat and mouse Choke, choke and cough up that Inheritance you ******* Ripe for the plucking like a plum begging for harvest A cat may as well be a mouse to a wolf A cat may as well be a mouse to a wolf

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Jan 12, 2019

Jan 12, 2019 at 4:32 AM UTC

howl

he came in my dreams one night faceless, bleeding fluorescent pink dragonfly wings caved at feet Bugs are so easy to squash a child is a limp rag doll is a two tongued succubus carving fishnets in flesh I cannot touch but I can scream from the watchtower in the dead of night in the dense blackness void penetrated by a voice dissipating in futility as the fish on deck spluttering, scales fluttering entwines in honeycomb plastic who knew the one who started it all had the strength to take it all away? tongues are so dangerous they can taste ever so sweet and slick or cut like knives wet with anger the sweetness I drowned in is now oil petals rotten, blackened and thickened the water fragment me over and over Me, a wolf Bit a chunk But drowned in my shadow Conjugate I’m one with the one I despise I am Venus fly Antichrist embedded Parasitic blood Who knew the one who started it all Had the sense to take it all away? Who's your Precious little child now? Who's your Precious little child now? Father, child Cat and mouse Choke, choke and cough up that Inheritance you ******* Ripe for the plucking like a plum begging for harvest A cat may as well be a mouse to a wolf A cat may as well be a mouse to a wolf

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I will say astaghfirullah but Imam, I am innocent How heinous the crime I have committed but No stones shall slit my back. I will say astaghfirullah but Old man, I am innocent A child like me is not you yet We are different but the same. I will say astaghfirullah but Darling, I am innocent I will cut myself with your blade Before I bleed pagan poetry.

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Apr 27, 2018

Apr 27, 2018 at 9:30 AM UTC

astaghfirullah

I will say astaghfirullah but Imam, I am innocent How heinous the crime I have committed but No stones shall slit my back. I will say astaghfirullah but Old man, I am innocent A child like me is not you yet We are different but the same. I will say astaghfirullah but Darling, I am innocent I will cut myself with your blade Before I bleed pagan poetry.

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I apologise for the apologies; sorry was a selfish word.

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Apr 7, 2018

Apr 7, 2018 at 7:52 AM UTC

dovetail

I apologise for the apologies; sorry was a selfish word.

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my feet are taking me someplace I don't want to be. they say third times the charm but the fourth is luckier. traffic is so pretty at night; bokeh dance shrouded in black, cars oscillating forward and back, so enticingly juvenile are the lights. at crossroads I test the waters concrete ocean; I can stand on it. I can almost taste the blood in my mouth, I can almost wash the blood off my hands.

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Apr 4, 2018

Apr 4, 2018 at 9:18 AM UTC

exhibtion piece (IV)

my feet are taking me someplace I don't want to be. they say third times the charm but the fourth is luckier. traffic is so pretty at night; bokeh dance shrouded in black, cars oscillating forward and back, so enticingly juvenile are the lights. at crossroads I test the waters concrete ocean; I can stand on it. I can almost taste the blood in my mouth, I can almost wash the blood off my hands.

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I will melt a thousand suns in my mouth for you; sink a thousand seas in my stomach for you; freeze a thousand trembling tundras in my calves for you eternal frostbite; live for you.

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Apr 2, 2018

Apr 2, 2018 at 5:58 AM UTC

for you

I will melt a thousand suns in my mouth for you; sink a thousand seas in my stomach for you; freeze a thousand trembling tundras in my calves for you eternal frostbite; live for you.

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negative b plus/minus square root b² minus 4ac over 2a, the quadratic formula; the numbers don't lie. 10th June, 2002; my birth. the numbers don't lie. when y equals to 0 you can find the x-intercepts; the numbers don't lie. #03-04; my unit. the numbers don't lie. I am better than everyone but 1 person in this room; the numbers don't lie. when y equals to a times (x-h)² plus k, (h,k) is the vertex; the numbers don't lie. 157 cm; my height. the numbers don't lie. negative b over 2a, the axis of symmetry; the numbers don't lie. 16th April, she told me she would love me forever, 23rd May, we kissed, 14th February, she told me to leave her forever; glassy-hearted valentine; the numbers don't lie. negative b² minus 4 times a times c, the discriminant; the numbers don't lie. 43 kg; my weight. the numbers don't lie. my value is exponentially depleting but I am still better than 7 out of 10 of you; the numbers don't lie. when x equals to 0 you can find the y-intercept; the numbers don't lie. 3 times, my drowning attempts failed; the numbers don't lie. I think my days are numbered; I don't lie.

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Mar 23, 2018

Mar 23, 2018 at 5:22 AM UTC

numbers

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we stepped into the gallery; stepped onto pristine marble floors, sheen-decked, with our grubby school shoes like mud on palace gates; stepped into a world of suits and champagne and jewelry, of cheese we couldn't pronounce, of empty speeches and pretence; ******* *** as you put it. we walked around the exhibition, you weren't all that impressed and you didn't really keep quiet about it. you were the only one, I think. rich powerful men scare me. we walked down the hall, past twenty closed doors, extending as if mirrored to infinity; you were still unimpressed, "This doesn't really work," you said. "I feel like he's done Everything he can with this style." I think the same but I don't say the same. rich powerful men scare me. I wonder if they're ******* their daughters behind those closed doors.

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Mar 22, 2018

Mar 22, 2018 at 8:02 AM UTC

exhibition piece

we stepped into the gallery; stepped onto pristine marble floors, sheen-decked, with our grubby school shoes like mud on palace gates; stepped into a world of suits and champagne and jewelry, of cheese we couldn't pronounce, of empty speeches and pretence; ******* *** as you put it. we walked around the exhibition, you weren't all that impressed and you didn't really keep quiet about it. you were the only one, I think. rich powerful men scare me. we walked down the hall, past twenty closed doors, extending as if mirrored to infinity; you were still unimpressed, "This doesn't really work," you said. "I feel like he's done Everything he can with this style." I think the same but I don't say the same. rich powerful men scare me. I wonder if they're ******* their daughters behind those closed doors.

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sometimes I get caught in my ambition; a venus fly-trap. people are only numbers on paper to cull paintings on canvas to crush medals, trophies, certificates to crumble, burn, charred broken ash; flies to squash.

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Mar 21, 2018

Mar 21, 2018 at 6:55 AM UTC

fly-trap

sometimes I get caught in my ambition; a venus fly-trap. people are only numbers on paper to cull paintings on canvas to crush medals, trophies, certificates to crumble, burn, charred broken ash; flies to squash.

11

I feel like I've lost a piece of me. I don't know when. I don't know where, or how. Maybe, I dropped it in broad daylight. Maybe, someone stole it in the night. Please, Come back, little piece, You leave me an empty fragile chrysalis flaking away little bit by little bit a Jigsaw falling out of place.

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Mar 19, 2018

Mar 19, 2018 at 7:39 AM UTC

jigsaw falling out of place

I feel like I've lost a piece of me. I don't know when. I don't know where, or how. Maybe, I dropped it in broad daylight. Maybe, someone stole it in the night. Please, Come back, little piece, You leave me an empty fragile chrysalis flaking away little bit by little bit a Jigsaw falling out of place.

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