turtle-oturtleman - Hello Poetry

I'm not good at this All my poems kind of **** Meh, why not just write

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Apr 18, 2015

Apr 18, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC

I'm not good at this All my poems kind of **** Meh, why not just write

Maybe I should even try to both be the sooner you'll get rid of feedback because they're all Sometimes I should sing most when my state of mind Not in a set of cards with yoga pose instructions I'm currently going I'm tired and beautiful and cute I'm tired and bored out ... Oh yeah I need all People are somewhat murky and shallow in order to show you WHY DO something I'm tired of *being a ****** person.* ... It's really don't wanna impose anything.... But anybody want ... I'm tired and conflicted. Ugh I've been wondering about for ice cream to attempt to message certain people Uck. It say ... I really don't know never thought I'd hate for the person Sometimes I feel and smell of things to do That's not an ice is weighing me It's really painful most of the base of personal information about me, or going ... But eating shrimp feels weirdly like ... No, everything is predestined to die from embarrassment and/or maybe guilt. But it's just like That magical feminist is running the only have you You have a finger at getting people ... My staircase is bizarrely comfortable to everything ever Aluk op oal ilcä aäcij ulrü cujy ulsu wäsyn cujy rincy cyykky cujy ürsäüpyu ipuincy kurky jü siij urir cu lina uij rüyl opam suasäcij kyäc kuläypincy di. That magical feminist is the stuff

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Apr 16, 2015

Apr 16, 2015 at 1:41 AM UTC

So Here's One: An Overworked Turtle's Newest Attempt At Poetry

Maybe I should even try to both be the sooner you'll get rid of feedback because they're all Sometimes I should sing most when my state of mind Not in a set of cards with yoga pose instructions I'm currently going I'm tired and beautiful and cute I'm tired and bored out ... Oh yeah I need all People are somewhat murky and shallow in order to show you WHY DO something I'm tired of *being a ****** person.* ... It's really don't wanna impose anything.... But anybody want ... I'm tired and conflicted. Ugh I've been wondering about for ice cream to attempt to message certain people Uck. It say ... I really don't know never thought I'd hate for the person Sometimes I feel and smell of things to do That's not an ice is weighing me It's really painful most of the base of personal information about me, or going ... But eating shrimp feels weirdly like ... No, everything is predestined to die from embarrassment and/or maybe guilt. But it's just like That magical feminist is running the only have you You have a finger at getting people ... My staircase is bizarrely comfortable to everything ever Aluk op oal ilcä aäcij ulrü cujy ulsu wäsyn cujy rincy cyykky cujy ürsäüpyu ipuincy kurky jü siij urir cu lina uij rüyl opam suasäcij kyäc kuläypincy di. That magical feminist is the stuff

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I listen with stapled lips Waiting My predator, prey, and companion I don't know if it's safe to rip the silence out of me I can't trust myself to move So I sit as this black and silver storm cloud builds up inside me Threatening to tear me to shreds if I continue to stay silent And I stay silent The words ache at the back of my throat And I refuse to say them Better to embrace my sticky metal suicide Than the predator slash through my flesh and veins Better to waste away in my lyric starvation Than let a beast **** me

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Mar 11, 2015

Mar 11, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC

Glossophobia

I listen with stapled lips Waiting My predator, prey, and companion I don't know if it's safe to rip the silence out of me I can't trust myself to move So I sit as this black and silver storm cloud builds up inside me Threatening to tear me to shreds if I continue to stay silent And I stay silent The words ache at the back of my throat And I refuse to say them Better to embrace my sticky metal suicide Than the predator slash through my flesh and veins Better to waste away in my lyric starvation Than let a beast **** me

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You can think of people a vases Each one is unique Each holds something special inside... Or maybe nothing at all Some are in perfect condition Some are lightly chipped While others... They are smashed on hard tile Each one has seen the passing of different things Each has a personality all it's own But yet... People tend to like them better when they are matching The truth dear is I need your help In pasting my vase back together... Just don't try to find or understand it's hidden contents that will tear me apart

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Mar 4, 2015

Mar 4, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC

Une Vase Brise

You can think of people a vases Each one is unique Each holds something special inside... Or maybe nothing at all Some are in perfect condition Some are lightly chipped While others... They are smashed on hard tile Each one has seen the passing of different things Each has a personality all it's own But yet... People tend to like them better when they are matching The truth dear is I need your help In pasting my vase back together... Just don't try to find or understand it's hidden contents that will tear me apart

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At a usual first introduction, I say "Hello" and "How do you do?" It shows people good emotions, like it's all you are able to Which is fine I guess, but we all know it's a lie Sit down, maybe, and I'll tell you why I've said it to myself many times before; I suppose telling you, won't hurt me any more "Excuse me, Ma'am or Sir, can I have your attention please? This state of mind I'm living in; It's brought me to my knees I've stood alone and taken it for way-oh-much-too-long I don't blame you or anyone else indeed But how can you just sit there watching while I plead? In here it's a wild mess, and I'm lonely!" I pour out my heart Yet you don't care I'm covered with the scars From those who don't play fair

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Mar 4, 2015

Mar 4, 2015 at 8:38 PM UTC

Moreover

At a usual first introduction, I say "Hello" and "How do you do?" It shows people good emotions, like it's all you are able to Which is fine I guess, but we all know it's a lie Sit down, maybe, and I'll tell you why I've said it to myself many times before; I suppose telling you, won't hurt me any more "Excuse me, Ma'am or Sir, can I have your attention please? This state of mind I'm living in; It's brought me to my knees I've stood alone and taken it for way-oh-much-too-long I don't blame you or anyone else indeed But how can you just sit there watching while I plead? In here it's a wild mess, and I'm lonely!" I pour out my heart Yet you don't care I'm covered with the scars From those who don't play fair

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allez, mon soleil doré un autre jour est enfin terminé

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Mar 4, 2015

Mar 4, 2015 at 8:33 PM UTC

Soleil

allez, mon soleil doré un autre jour est enfin terminé

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Sing for me pretty bird of mine I've cut out my tongue and can't say a word in time

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Mar 4, 2015

Mar 4, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC

Words Unsaid

Sing for me pretty bird of mine I've cut out my tongue and can't say a word in time

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I went to the kitchen and asked the magician "What do you think of love?" He took his two birds, love birds they be He swung them around carelessly Right then and there he broke their necks, sputtering "That's what I think of love!"

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Mar 4, 2015

Mar 4, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC

Love

I went to the kitchen and asked the magician "What do you think of love?" He took his two birds, love birds they be He swung them around carelessly Right then and there he broke their necks, sputtering "That's what I think of love!"

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I've sewn my heart together with thread made silver 'lone The blood that dripped from my lip and deep within my bone It swept into my mind like a dainty little dancer But the thread made no sound, and still gives me no answer Instead silver wrapped around my waist like a metal corset And dares me not to breathe, so now every breath I force it

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Mar 4, 2015

Mar 4, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC

Remedies

I've sewn my heart together with thread made silver 'lone The blood that dripped from my lip and deep within my bone It swept into my mind like a dainty little dancer But the thread made no sound, and still gives me no answer Instead silver wrapped around my waist like a metal corset And dares me not to breathe, so now every breath I force it

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Crashing... Burning... Breaking... Crushing... Hurting... Killing... You say you know me You say you know my secrets But You Don't No one knows Not really *How dare you* You are Crashing... Burning... Breaking... Crushing... Hurting... Killing... ...me

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Mar 4, 2015

Mar 4, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC

You

Crashing... Burning... Breaking... Crushing... Hurting... Killing... You say you know me You say you know my secrets But You Don't No one knows Not really *How dare you* You are Crashing... Burning... Breaking... Crushing... Hurting... Killing... ...me

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