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Ellie Sutton Jul 2020
This haiku has the
Wrong number of syllables.
You're counting now, hey?
πŸ™ƒ
Trefild Mar 2020
hardest party with floozies & saddo
wrathful wifey is choosing bolt cutter
**** gets naughty with ****** at brothel
problem youngin threw toolkit at father
wanton hottie is looking for lovers
step-son keeps eyeing good-looking step-mother
some ****-dropping is pooping on flower
punk's just gotten caboose-kicked by copper
dumbest blondies as students of Harvard/Oxford
Trump went shopping with Putin for armor
[oops, the last one is risky]
US Eng
Trefild Feb 2020
some words go US Eng, some go UK Eng
so inside the word-dividing "[ ]" is the chosen sound

KIND OF A WA[Ι”]LKING...
EMITTER OF ENDORPHINS
INNER-LIGHT-EVOKING
VAU[Ι”]LT WITH
A FORMiΜ²DABLY ENORMOUS
INFINITELY RISING RESERVE OF
THRILLINGLY PO[Ι‘]SITIVE EMOTIONS (wa[Ι’]nt some?)
THE EPITOME OF DELIGHT & ENJOYMENT
β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”
strolling through some au[Ι”]tumn spo[Ι‘]ts
sa[Ι”]w some gyals
being dolorous
stole up o[Ι’]n 'em
once I'm close enough
I'm exploding
with that mind-blowing stuff
I've noted 'bove
ba[Ι”]wling "lit morning, quit mourning"
so ear-splittingly like my ba[Ι”]lls just go[Ι‘]t
torn apart
they, seemed to me, were in
total sho[Ι‘]ck
unloading, giving 'em a[Ι”]ll I've go[Ι‘]t
which got 'em a little overpa[Ι‘]cked
each of 'em got a lethal cor atta[Ι‘]ck
overdosed, they dro[Ι‘]pped
on the ground like ja[Ι”]ws of cha[Ι‘]ps
at the sight of girls with bo[Ι‘]ds
that are smoking **[Ι‘]t
β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”
ALSO, TRULY HOPEFUL
BORN WITH LO[Ι‘]TS
OF OFFERS OF EMPLOYMENT
IN TERMS OF MOVING FORWARD
THE MOTION'S NOTHING LESS THAN HURTLING
ALWAYS, EVERY MOMENT
MAINTAIN THE FIRST PLACE
IN A LIST OF POTENTIAL BOYFRIENDS
FOR GIRLS THAT
ARE INDECENTLY GORGEOUS
AND UNBELIEVABLY JOYOUS
lyrically, these word-co[Ι‘]mbs
come close to those o[Ι‘]ps
a ***** does
[once was told that I have 0 SELF-IRONY]
Little Bear Feb 2020
Humpty Dumpty dinosaur
Cabbage intervention
Pomegranate superman
Cat combustion engine

Floribunda mermaid sock
Tulip nuts crab apple
Dingo sausage metaphor
Peanuts wedding chapel

Rabbit bacon octopus
Toadstool hair satsuma
Weasel carrot gristle flag
Timone simba pumba


Purple chicken nugget sauce
Generic baby boomer
Zebra armpit underware
Butterfly harpooner


***** pickle under pants
Worm negotiator
Windy beansprout sausage dog
Cardboard Rotavator

Hairy ice cream body *****
Juicy **** denial
Otter baby gusset lunch
Autopsy free trial
I found out that having a constant internal narrative was a thing. I thought everyone had an internal monologue. Mine is a constant. Some have no inner voice. How does that work? I thought (to myself) the constant narration in my head was normal. Not just thoughts floating in and out but conversation, with myself, about everything lol

Not to say this is what I think but, the steady stream of words is weirdly normal to me :)
elysian Dec 2019
sitting there, looking pretty
i can't help but wonder
starting to feel a little witty
hope i don't make a blunder

eyes lock, and you beckon me closer
and of course
hope you don't think i'm a loser
in your delirium, giving me the source

fingers touch, electricity courses through my veins
my eyes go wider
as i look down and confusion pertains
who the **** gets drunk on apple cider?
guess im on a roll today
elysian Dec 2019
oh how sad it must be,
to constantly cast that hateful gaze
can't let yourself be free?
just don't leave your heart out to catch ablaze

much like that of a flea,
you cling to things
that people have flung out into the open sea
not quite sure what satisfaction that brings

but ok boomer
**** i give up, it was going somewhere lol
I could write

A simple rhyme
Simply to take up time.

Or

A quiet novel
Whispering about a lover who grovels.  

Or

A bold song
To share what’s been on my mind so long.

But

This is just a simple rhyme.
Simply because I have the time.
ALesiach Jul 2019
Cold and gloomy is the night,
not a single star in sight,
Even a haze is about the moon.
Surely something horrible will happen soon.
The radio has static,
I change the station.
Wait! What is that I hear?
Please let it be my imagination,
Justin Timberlake and Justin Bieber
in concert together.
Surely the end is near,
feel the world tremble in fear.
Wait! What is that I hear?
There has been a mistake,
you have been pranked.


ALesiach Β© 05/29/2014
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