staticnsage9j - Hello Poetry

We’ve been receiving sentences of less than sentiment with clear confidence Brutalized potential, children’s stories ***** in the age when dreaming is essential The pawns glued Chess moves and interrogation tables Neglecting golden rules through platinum tooth Lies or rhyme fables To our sects to our roles but the fact is it’s all mute We all sweat the belly ache for the food When we get it We full Full bellies always embellish **** Lick two for the proof, we seen dark days So no aim straight up out the sun roof Be it hardtop elements mentioned it Ink for remembrance, predicaments resemble its City wide Past on a painting Old jacks here know Paint runs like a ***** when it’s brand new It’s vastly over sold and boldly entertaining The game speaks Separation is dead ended for presidents That same dialect sounding ignorant in conversations Only folded to rubber bands stretching **** If it’s all we ever hold beholden Cook it on ***** tops There are no hero’s in this ****** Assemble them fiends with dry cups Mean mug the second thought If one mans needing The other man is getting it Worldwide it’s brighter eyes dimming and thick on a cold world slipping Visions are hazed and impatient If one mans holding The other one is taking

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May 14, 2019

May 14, 2019 at 6:06 PM UTC

staticnsage9j

If one man

We’ve been receiving sentences of less than sentiment with clear confidence Brutalized potential, children’s stories ***** in the age when dreaming is essential The pawns glued Chess moves and interrogation tables Neglecting golden rules through platinum tooth Lies or rhyme fables To our sects to our roles but the fact is it’s all mute We all sweat the belly ache for the food When we get it We full Full bellies always embellish **** Lick two for the proof, we seen dark days So no aim straight up out the sun roof Be it hardtop elements mentioned it Ink for remembrance, predicaments resemble its City wide Past on a painting Old jacks here know Paint runs like a ***** when it’s brand new It’s vastly over sold and boldly entertaining The game speaks Separation is dead ended for presidents That same dialect sounding ignorant in conversations Only folded to rubber bands stretching **** If it’s all we ever hold beholden Cook it on ***** tops There are no hero’s in this ****** Assemble them fiends with dry cups Mean mug the second thought If one mans needing The other man is getting it Worldwide it’s brighter eyes dimming and thick on a cold world slipping Visions are hazed and impatient If one mans holding The other one is taking

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I used to like a lot of things But now the magic’s gone, So here’s a list of things I hate Sorry if I ramble on… I hate the way my voice sounds When I’m talking to my "friends" I hate the long and lonely nights They never seem to end I hate the sunlight in my eyes The tears steadily fall I hate the people in this house My Mom, my Dad, I hate them all I hate the way my body looks I hate the fat and curves I hate the way my brain functions I’m always on my own nerves I hate that I’m forced to write Just to keep my memory I hate the people I cry over When they were happy leaving me I hate that I rely on drugs To keep me in a decent mood I hate that my body physically rejects all attempts at eating food I hate that I'm always sorry For things that aren’t my fault I hate the thoughts my brain creates I can’t deal with the assault I hate all of the little things Hanging on my shelf But the one thing that I hate the most Is how much I hate myself

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staticnsage9j

Feb 15, 2018

Feb 15, 2018 at 6:41 PM UTC

Tearhynolove

A list of things I hate

I used to like a lot of things But now the magic’s gone, So here’s a list of things I hate Sorry if I ramble on… I hate the way my voice sounds When I’m talking to my "friends" I hate the long and lonely nights They never seem to end I hate the sunlight in my eyes The tears steadily fall I hate the people in this house My Mom, my Dad, I hate them all I hate the way my body looks I hate the fat and curves I hate the way my brain functions I’m always on my own nerves I hate that I’m forced to write Just to keep my memory I hate the people I cry over When they were happy leaving me I hate that I rely on drugs To keep me in a decent mood I hate that my body physically rejects all attempts at eating food I hate that I'm always sorry For things that aren’t my fault I hate the thoughts my brain creates I can’t deal with the assault I hate all of the little things Hanging on my shelf But the one thing that I hate the most Is how much I hate myself

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If you have a gun You have no control

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staticnsage9j

Feb 15, 2018

Feb 15, 2018 at 6:39 PM UTC

kate-rebecca-hopwood

Fire harms!

If you have a gun You have no control

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Itchy scritchy Creepy crawly Something in my skin. I pick and scratch to free Fictitious bugs that squirm within. Whump-a thump-a Thudd, thudd Pounding in my ears, Punctuating every sound with thrums like stabbing spears. Wiggle wobble Swoopy swirly Motion fills my eyes. Saturated, inundated, Stillness its disguise. Shaky shaky Twitch-a-twitchy Static in my limbs, ***** them tight together Til the chaos finally dims. In the quiet, darkest, smallest space I sit and reminisce Of back when just existing didn't make me feel like this.

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staticnsage9j

Feb 15, 2018

Feb 15, 2018 at 6:39 PM UTC

mediocrity

for the title, just imagine a looped audio clip of nails screeching down a chalkboard

Itchy scritchy Creepy crawly Something in my skin. I pick and scratch to free Fictitious bugs that squirm within. Whump-a thump-a Thudd, thudd Pounding in my ears, Punctuating every sound with thrums like stabbing spears. Wiggle wobble Swoopy swirly Motion fills my eyes. Saturated, inundated, Stillness its disguise. Shaky shaky Twitch-a-twitchy Static in my limbs, ***** them tight together Til the chaos finally dims. In the quiet, darkest, smallest space I sit and reminisce Of back when just existing didn't make me feel like this.

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