sarcasticbong - Hello Poetry

Words are frauds You, me, they, them all we Lost under the same tree.

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Mar 11, 2023

Mar 11, 2023 at 1:51 PM UTC

Words are frauds You, me, they, them all we Lost under the same tree.

I never existed. You know, I never did. It was all an elaborate illusion. I have been told to play. No, I had no intention of robbing you of your emotions or perception. I just wanted to find myself. I realised this so-called universe couldn’t provide me with meaning or perhaps it had none to offer, so I made up characters for every one of them I met, and yet I failed miserably to know myself. Fear of not understanding myself consumed me into nothingness. “I'm tied to the rocking chair. I don't need to be ******* cared for. They said my dumb stars weren't aligned. Even those Scripted Zodiac stones won't get it right.” Every time someone came along, I put up a new character, a charade to please their needs in the hope of finding myself, but I never did every single time I couldn't understand why What lines did I miss or the script didn't work? series of phobias bombarded my surroundings, making me speak gibberish. My half-baked memories aren’t mine; different personas tangled within one, saying love isn't our thing, hate, jealousy, why do you need such things? Emotions are a burden, a limitation on brains. For centuries, nut-sized cytomegaloviruses have argued over fictitious beings. I don't find sense in these trivial things. ©sarcasticbong Either I can go to sleep or I accept myself as part of this illusion.

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Jul 5, 2022

Jul 5, 2022 at 2:46 PM UTC

I NEVER EXISTED

I never existed. You know, I never did. It was all an elaborate illusion. I have been told to play. No, I had no intention of robbing you of your emotions or perception. I just wanted to find myself. I realised this so-called universe couldn’t provide me with meaning or perhaps it had none to offer, so I made up characters for every one of them I met, and yet I failed miserably to know myself. Fear of not understanding myself consumed me into nothingness. “I'm tied to the rocking chair. I don't need to be ******* cared for. They said my dumb stars weren't aligned. Even those Scripted Zodiac stones won't get it right.” Every time someone came along, I put up a new character, a charade to please their needs in the hope of finding myself, but I never did every single time I couldn't understand why What lines did I miss or the script didn't work? series of phobias bombarded my surroundings, making me speak gibberish. My half-baked memories aren’t mine; different personas tangled within one, saying love isn't our thing, hate, jealousy, why do you need such things? Emotions are a burden, a limitation on brains. For centuries, nut-sized cytomegaloviruses have argued over fictitious beings. I don't find sense in these trivial things. ©sarcasticbong Either I can go to sleep or I accept myself as part of this illusion.

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The universe makes random jokes Like, to know me is a curse My personalities make it worse. The introvert in me is ugly painted with gloomy clouds, stalking demons in the alley loves to mourn as a firstborn sick With numb eyes flick, tears don't exist anymore. The extrovert in me is silly painted with colours people never been seen, his smile is flawless and always wander around clueless about why he smiles. The **** in me is a song or people like to call it wrong, a yearlong gong he writes 'lol' in people's wall with a fluffy cloud inside his brain, it reads tetrahydrocannabinol, notorious for his vocabulary, can **** with an epistolary. The Dib is a broken rib, spoon-feed bib He writes out of syllabus with sketchy nib, runs in a solo trip his life says 'rofl'. ©sarcasticbong

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May 25, 2021

May 25, 2021 at 2:08 PM UTC

LIFE-O-ROFL

The universe makes random jokes Like, to know me is a curse My personalities make it worse. The introvert in me is ugly painted with gloomy clouds, stalking demons in the alley loves to mourn as a firstborn sick With numb eyes flick, tears don't exist anymore. The extrovert in me is silly painted with colours people never been seen, his smile is flawless and always wander around clueless about why he smiles. The **** in me is a song or people like to call it wrong, a yearlong gong he writes 'lol' in people's wall with a fluffy cloud inside his brain, it reads tetrahydrocannabinol, notorious for his vocabulary, can **** with an epistolary. The Dib is a broken rib, spoon-feed bib He writes out of syllabus with sketchy nib, runs in a solo trip his life says 'rofl'. ©sarcasticbong

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I carried dead bodies inside my head, Walking through the narrow thoughts people look confused at the attire of truth, Flesh covered with white odours numbness trying to sneak around Mournful cries cried aloud in a loop The question was asked, lost into imagination and never answered. 'Clutched river banks, fire no thanks'. Tykes barking live nine trying to save Hat of hierarchy, fueling the odds so-called frauds. Days are counted by numb bodies fleet Should I laugh or cry like the undead realm. 'I am not a manic don't be panic, you must be galvanic, a thought bad bot'. These after images crashes lashes eyes popped flashes, do you mind looking around what you see? This is what I do stitch pain with blood smudged hands, and smile like it's a good day. ©sarcasticbong

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May 17, 2021

May 17, 2021 at 2:14 PM UTC

RANT-O-SAINT

I carried dead bodies inside my head, Walking through the narrow thoughts people look confused at the attire of truth, Flesh covered with white odours numbness trying to sneak around Mournful cries cried aloud in a loop The question was asked, lost into imagination and never answered. 'Clutched river banks, fire no thanks'. Tykes barking live nine trying to save Hat of hierarchy, fueling the odds so-called frauds. Days are counted by numb bodies fleet Should I laugh or cry like the undead realm. 'I am not a manic don't be panic, you must be galvanic, a thought bad bot'. These after images crashes lashes eyes popped flashes, do you mind looking around what you see? This is what I do stitch pain with blood smudged hands, and smile like it's a good day. ©sarcasticbong

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Recipe for making a **** "The God of Unknown" Ingredients: × Half a dozen of personalities × A spoonful of Unknown questions × 2/3 of darkness from Svalbard × A Jar full of pain from the rain × A whole book of poetries called Unlove × Freshly hand-picked Metaphors × A pinch of verses dipped in curses Even before starting the recipe, it could intoxicate you, to be safe until the end be patience and forget you have a heart to love. Procedure: Heat the cast iron pan on high flames, Pour the pain boil it until you see bubbles, then drop one by one all the personalities stir it well on low flames, an ebullient aroma will start to fill the room Now add a spoonful of Unknown questions, Questions that have souls attached to them be careful they might jump over you. Now take the book cut through the pages, book of poetries in a zig-zag pattern, like the wrist of a lover who wrote poetries to hate her but couldn't Unlove her, Now turn the flames to high and add 2/3 of the darkness from Svalbard an Ingredient that keeps the balance of the entity, stir until everything has been mixed well Take a pinch of verses dipped in curses toss the pan and sprinkle the magic portion, an Ingredient that makes ripple in the timeline of every multiverse to relive the moments, Finally, Garnish with freshly hand-picked Metaphors only for the ones persistence for the worthiness. Eureka Your, **** has been created. ©sarcasticbong

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Apr 15, 2021

Apr 15, 2021 at 5:01 AM UTC

GOD OF UNKNOWN

Recipe for making a **** "The God of Unknown" Ingredients: × Half a dozen of personalities × A spoonful of Unknown questions × 2/3 of darkness from Svalbard × A Jar full of pain from the rain × A whole book of poetries called Unlove × Freshly hand-picked Metaphors × A pinch of verses dipped in curses Even before starting the recipe, it could intoxicate you, to be safe until the end be patience and forget you have a heart to love. Procedure: Heat the cast iron pan on high flames, Pour the pain boil it until you see bubbles, then drop one by one all the personalities stir it well on low flames, an ebullient aroma will start to fill the room Now add a spoonful of Unknown questions, Questions that have souls attached to them be careful they might jump over you. Now take the book cut through the pages, book of poetries in a zig-zag pattern, like the wrist of a lover who wrote poetries to hate her but couldn't Unlove her, Now turn the flames to high and add 2/3 of the darkness from Svalbard an Ingredient that keeps the balance of the entity, stir until everything has been mixed well Take a pinch of verses dipped in curses toss the pan and sprinkle the magic portion, an Ingredient that makes ripple in the timeline of every multiverse to relive the moments, Finally, Garnish with freshly hand-picked Metaphors only for the ones persistence for the worthiness. Eureka Your, **** has been created. ©sarcasticbong

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Dennis the Menace Turning light, burning berries Sharing stories of the fairies Calling its lore, did you found them on the fallen shore. No, they were written on papyrus By the centuries-old Cytomegalovirus. Crack-heads smoking *** vivid imaginations are they moral compass. Bang! Skip to the future Reaper deeper leader neither speaker Vocal sounds like a viper My words **** like a ****** Hideaway from the truth Put on your shady glasses of confute. ©SARCASTICBONG

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Aug 10, 2020

Aug 10, 2020 at 3:47 AM UTC

MORAL COMPASS

Dennis the Menace Turning light, burning berries Sharing stories of the fairies Calling its lore, did you found them on the fallen shore. No, they were written on papyrus By the centuries-old Cytomegalovirus. Crack-heads smoking *** vivid imaginations are they moral compass. Bang! Skip to the future Reaper deeper leader neither speaker Vocal sounds like a viper My words **** like a ****** Hideaway from the truth Put on your shady glasses of confute. ©SARCASTICBONG

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Flying with death Keeping all the faith We pass by Andromeda Mysteries around us Parallel time running behind us I asked, what was life? Was it about just living? Was it about keep walking to the end ? Was it all a lie? Or it was just a stupid simulation? 'were you religious'? I believed in me Never bad mouth about others May have hurt some people Without my knowledge I regret that, but I was human right? We make mistake, it's a process to learn. I asked again, what was life? 'wake up, I'm leaving you with time'. It was just a dream, there is no after life Ask for forgiveness, help other Love unconditional Be that life. ©sarcasticbong

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Jul 20, 2020

Jul 20, 2020 at 7:26 AM UTC

Be that life

Flying with death Keeping all the faith We pass by Andromeda Mysteries around us Parallel time running behind us I asked, what was life? Was it about just living? Was it about keep walking to the end ? Was it all a lie? Or it was just a stupid simulation? 'were you religious'? I believed in me Never bad mouth about others May have hurt some people Without my knowledge I regret that, but I was human right? We make mistake, it's a process to learn. I asked again, what was life? 'wake up, I'm leaving you with time'. It was just a dream, there is no after life Ask for forgiveness, help other Love unconditional Be that life. ©sarcasticbong

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I'm ******* beyond repair Birds flying in pairs Sky Blue Yellow Green This lock down making me maniacal On the edge of the night hearing satanical Crushed herbs calling out my name Fluppy clouds again over my head Burning rage beneath the rib cage. Image Engage Backstage Trapped in a loop of bootstrap paradox I never created this ,yet sill exists. Pass in on imagination wearing off. ©sarcasticbong

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Jun 29, 2020

Jun 29, 2020 at 2:30 PM UTC

PARADOX (#celestialvibeseries8)

I'm ******* beyond repair Birds flying in pairs Sky Blue Yellow Green This lock down making me maniacal On the edge of the night hearing satanical Crushed herbs calling out my name Fluppy clouds again over my head Burning rage beneath the rib cage. Image Engage Backstage Trapped in a loop of bootstrap paradox I never created this ,yet sill exists. Pass in on imagination wearing off. ©sarcasticbong

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Laughing little man With no sense at all Mysteries in his pocket Breaking, Building Cosmos apart. Laughing little man Friends with noman Meaningless, stringless I haven't changed at all Flashing images of the past Broken apart so many times. Laughing little man Turn your head Moment of attention Laying on the lane Don't you remember ? Laughing little man Forget, upset, reset. ©sarcasticbong

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Jun 29, 2020

Jun 29, 2020 at 2:28 PM UTC

LITTLE MAN

Laughing little man With no sense at all Mysteries in his pocket Breaking, Building Cosmos apart. Laughing little man Friends with noman Meaningless, stringless I haven't changed at all Flashing images of the past Broken apart so many times. Laughing little man Turn your head Moment of attention Laying on the lane Don't you remember ? Laughing little man Forget, upset, reset. ©sarcasticbong

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I'm glad, you left me lingering In this beautiful misery You know it's was hard hitting living with someone's old memories so I burned those pages of life. Took a small vacation at a beach Drank a little, wrote a lot Maybe will write a book Perhaps make you the villain. Love you are the muse of a dark poet You are going to live a enternal life Of agonizing pain through the words. I loved, I fought made way towards you and you turned the ship. ©sarcasticbong

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Jun 29, 2020

Jun 29, 2020 at 2:26 PM UTC

POET

I'm glad, you left me lingering In this beautiful misery You know it's was hard hitting living with someone's old memories so I burned those pages of life. Took a small vacation at a beach Drank a little, wrote a lot Maybe will write a book Perhaps make you the villain. Love you are the muse of a dark poet You are going to live a enternal life Of agonizing pain through the words. I loved, I fought made way towards you and you turned the ship. ©sarcasticbong

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