turtlepoop - Hello Poetry

It was a hurricane of palpitations I feel started in the eye Uninterested. A moment of exasperation Resigned listening. A question expecting narrow response you were lonely 40 minutes of studying your heart 40 minutes of bridging a gap Forty minutes of wanting to Ignore all of you

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Mar 16, 2018

Mar 16, 2018 at 11:48 PM UTC

turtlepoop

40 minutes

It was a hurricane of palpitations I feel started in the eye Uninterested. A moment of exasperation Resigned listening. A question expecting narrow response you were lonely 40 minutes of studying your heart 40 minutes of bridging a gap Forty minutes of wanting to Ignore all of you

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We must acknowledge that we all rot inside To ignore this is to ignore our humanity We miss out on being one with all living beings We ignore our necrosis & strip away our ability to recognize our weaknesses Our darkest parts are the DNA we share with the Devil We are not Gods We are infinitely more interesting

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Jul 9, 2016

Jul 9, 2016 at 3:14 AM UTC

turtlepoop

Infinitely More Interesting

We must acknowledge that we all rot inside To ignore this is to ignore our humanity We miss out on being one with all living beings We ignore our necrosis & strip away our ability to recognize our weaknesses Our darkest parts are the DNA we share with the Devil We are not Gods We are infinitely more interesting

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Check it out Drop me a line https://dashofmind.com/2016/05/28/depression-a-couch-and-my-new-friend-dave/

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Jun 1, 2016

Jun 1, 2016 at 1:06 PM UTC

turtlepoop

A poem was turned into an essay

Check it out Drop me a line https://dashofmind.com/2016/05/28/depression-a-couch-and-my-new-friend-dave/

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"Do You beg For his body Against yours like his Is pressed upon mine every Day into the night, dirtily polite?" No, but I stop and think About the chances I had With him all alone That I've wasted Dreaming of Him

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turtlepoop

Sep 7, 2014

Sep 7, 2014 at 7:52 PM UTC

deplorability

Jealousy

"Do You beg For his body Against yours like his Is pressed upon mine every Day into the night, dirtily polite?" No, but I stop and think About the chances I had With him all alone That I've wasted Dreaming of Him

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She hung roses from her window their tiny dangling corpses ever so slightly mangled And strung up by their ankles inside her mouth was shredded her parted lips leaking licks of blood the dribbling remnants of her lesson that beauty cannot be ingested

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Sep 5, 2014

Sep 5, 2014 at 12:37 AM UTC

turtlepoop

mangled

She hung roses from her window their tiny dangling corpses ever so slightly mangled And strung up by their ankles inside her mouth was shredded her parted lips leaking licks of blood the dribbling remnants of her lesson that beauty cannot be ingested

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I don't simply want to put myself in their shoes. I want to wear their socks and underwear, too

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Sep 1, 2014

Sep 1, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC