zealousy - Hello Poetry

Stretch... Snap! Elastic flap They don’t understand, This flesh is made of marvelous bubblegum Tic-tic Tension, scratch and lick Trichotillomania turned titillation They’ve come to learn to like it rough -Tock- -Tock- Impale her with that wretched rubber _-_-_-_ Couldn’t seem to accept her... Ostracized in her own god-given home Chastised for sins she never did commit **** her Just maybe, In time she’ll learn to like it too

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Nov 1, 2018

Nov 1, 2018 at 4:52 PM UTC

zealousy

Pulsive

Stretch... Snap! Elastic flap They don’t understand, This flesh is made of marvelous bubblegum Tic-tic Tension, scratch and lick Trichotillomania turned titillation They’ve come to learn to like it rough -Tock- -Tock- Impale her with that wretched rubber _-_-_-_ Couldn’t seem to accept her... Ostracized in her own god-given home Chastised for sins she never did commit **** her Just maybe, In time she’ll learn to like it too

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How do we know when to get off this merry-go-round, you and I Spinning and spiraling till we dizzy and drop We are monsters in our own right, but I suppose it must take one to spot one Wolves in sheep’s clothing... Isn’t that true of anyone? To what degree do we all reek of sin? To what degree must we struggle to overcome our cruel nature? And to what degree must we repent? It seems as though I do not make the cut But what of you then? You’re certainly no angel We crawl to these depths together because we know no one else could follow us here We peel each other's pitiful masks to expose the cowering demon beneath Only we can indulge in such a spectacular sight For we bring about the worst in each other Mirrors of our weaknesses We can’t look away It’s exhilarating, terrifying, numbing, comforting How could you see our union as anything but destiny Anti-soulmates... Will we ever truly escape each other?

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Jan 1, 2017

Jan 1, 2017 at 10:12 PM UTC

zealousy

Do you believe in Anti-Soulmates?

How do we know when to get off this merry-go-round, you and I Spinning and spiraling till we dizzy and drop We are monsters in our own right, but I suppose it must take one to spot one Wolves in sheep’s clothing... Isn’t that true of anyone? To what degree do we all reek of sin? To what degree must we struggle to overcome our cruel nature? And to what degree must we repent? It seems as though I do not make the cut But what of you then? You’re certainly no angel We crawl to these depths together because we know no one else could follow us here We peel each other's pitiful masks to expose the cowering demon beneath Only we can indulge in such a spectacular sight For we bring about the worst in each other Mirrors of our weaknesses We can’t look away It’s exhilarating, terrifying, numbing, comforting How could you see our union as anything but destiny Anti-soulmates... Will we ever truly escape each other?

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If you were to discover That your dearest lover Was nothing more than a robotic cover Would you be horrified that you were so keen In adoration for a machine? Perhaps you would feel a little cheated. But I think you are being slightly conceited You never noticed they were an imitation, Why then, do think of them as some kind of violation? Obviously you find yourself to be superior. Is it because they are just nuts and bolts past their exterior? Think a little deeper, Is material really what makes them cheaper? I have a pretty strong notion That your problem lies with the fact they possess “artificial” emotion. Oh, do explain! What is it that gives you the impression a brain, A collection of chemical and vein, Is not giving you a fabricated sensation, Much like the one experienced by the imitation. Now do you see how absurd it is to decide that what we “feel” Is somehow much more “real”?

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Dec 29, 2016

Dec 29, 2016 at 5:50 PM UTC

zealousy

The Illusion of Chemical Fusion

If you were to discover That your dearest lover Was nothing more than a robotic cover Would you be horrified that you were so keen In adoration for a machine? Perhaps you would feel a little cheated. But I think you are being slightly conceited You never noticed they were an imitation, Why then, do think of them as some kind of violation? Obviously you find yourself to be superior. Is it because they are just nuts and bolts past their exterior? Think a little deeper, Is material really what makes them cheaper? I have a pretty strong notion That your problem lies with the fact they possess “artificial” emotion. Oh, do explain! What is it that gives you the impression a brain, A collection of chemical and vein, Is not giving you a fabricated sensation, Much like the one experienced by the imitation. Now do you see how absurd it is to decide that what we “feel” Is somehow much more “real”?

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