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RustyHatchet Oct 16
Sigma sigma on the wall, who's the skibidiest of them all?
Is it Baby Gronk?
Is it Grimace?
Is it Skibidi Toilet?
Perhaps it is I, who rizzed up a level 10 Gyatt, and fanum taxed her heart.
She is the Chick-fil-A sauce in my McDonalds.
Forever griddying in Ohio.
This is a joke.
Every step forward,
Uncovers my soul.
Little by little
The shell corrodes.
Beams of light
Shining through the cracks
Into my non-adjusted eyes.
While I wait for them to adjust,
I prepare myself to feel the warmth
Of love
After so long
Without it.
Every minute
It gets harder to stay in the darkness
So I go
To the warm shining light.
Every step forward,
Uncovers my soul.
Little by little
The shell corrodes.
Beams of light
Shining through the cracks
Into my non-adjusted eyes.
While I wait for them to adjust,
I prepare myself to feel the warmth
Of love.
Every minute
It gets harder to stay in the darkness
So I go
To the warm shining light.
Fly
Fly
Sometimes I just want to hit my feelings with sticks.
That’s just how it’s been since the crucible of our connection.
You made your funny little jokes and everyone loved them, but no one knew how it felt to be on the other side.
If only you would let me spread my wings and take off.
If only.
RustyHatchet Oct 16
Sometimes I just want to hit my feelings with sticks.
That’s just how it’s been since the crucible of our connection.
You made your funny little jokes and everyone loved them, but no one knew how it felt to be on the other side.
If only you would let me spread my wings and take off.
If only.
RustyHatchet Oct 16
When she lied
It was my fault
When she cried
It was my fault
When I lied
It was my fault
When I cried
RustyHatchet Oct 16
The construction man's tears fade as he embraces the call from the edge of the building.
Pressure pressure PRESSURE from the boss to get it done.
Is this what they wanted?
The voices of coworkers behind him screaming at him, trying to get him away from the ledge, but he can't hear them now.
He's embraced the fall with an open embrace.
The only thing he cares about now is the sweet silent fall.
The embrace of sweet sweet death.
RustyHatchet Oct 16
Fallen Soldiers
Rejoice
For you have a savior.
A rusty hatchet in that shack you used for cover.
There are many outcomes of its use.
Slam the enemy with tetanus, Chop the enemy into chunks, or surprise them with a flying orange hatchet of doom.
O'l reliable gets the job done.
O'l rusty hatchet.
I wanted to make something out of my username
One boring day in the seventh grade,
Trees seemed more interesting than the English lecture when a sudden paperclip hooked my pupils, like an expert fisherman.
I was twisting, bending, and contorting the paperclip's shape into different things when
It was time to test its conductivity in an outlet.
I slowly put one end of the clip into one slot of the outlet…
Nothing.
The second paperclip under the table was like bait at the top of the water.
Upon attaching the metal, I stuck one end in the outlet and the other end in the outle-SHZSHZSHZ POP.
The outlet was destroyed
Paperclip: disintegrated
My fingers: Charred black
RustyHatchet Oct 18
Summers ago,
On a dark July night
The expansive field was lit by the soft glow of explosions
In the night sky.
One boy whom decided he didn’t see enough of the glow,
Ran out far away into the field,
But he didn’t see
The misfired shot into the blazing grass far away
When he realized a whistling winding whirling missile was before him,
It was too late.
In that millisecond that felt like hours, colors, sparkles, and ashes
Were all around
And when it ended
All he wanted
Was to see it again.
RustyHatchet Oct 16
Mirror Mirror on the wall, who is the most beautiful of them all
Is it that girl?
Is it her?
Is it maybe the one I've known for years?
Perhaps it is she, who captivated me and stole away my heart.
She is the twinkling in my eye.
She is forever shining bright.
This is the reverse-engineered version of my other poem: Brainrot.
RustyHatchet Oct 16
My life is like a box of chocolates
Being eaten up by different events, different illnesses, different... people
While their wrappers keep them nice and tidy and clean
My wrapper is gone, long torn away by hungry heathens
The only flavor left in the box is the flavor no one wanted
The flavor no one likes
RustyHatchet Oct 16
After Lucky Dip Beliefs

Lucky Dip Beliefs by Spicy Digits
You say there’s nothing beyond,
Even though I seem so bright,
You’re right.

Life pulls me to and fro
While I struggle to interpret
Its enigmatic values.

Am I the king or the jester?
The soldier or the citizen?
The predator or the prey?

All I know,
Is that I don’t.
RustyHatchet Oct 16
The golden rays of light penetrate the space between the leaves
On a nice cool autumn evening
As the students walk the courtyard

The boy waits for the her with flowers in his hand, his fingers twitching, toes tapping, waiting anxiously for this beauty to open her door

The man throws a disc to his fluffy companion whom charges to catch it with all his might in the open field of the park

The setting sun outlines the city in a bright orange glow as all the noises dim down to leave only a soft subtle calmness
Surrounded by fake friends that won't stick around
As opposed to being in the spotlight all by myself
Reflecting upon small moments in my day
Could it be because my happiness depends on others?
Maybe…
Or possibly I just can’t live without them
Whatever the reason may be.....
I find that I am happy that you listen to me

— The End —