#augmented - Hello Poetry

Comfortable with the unspeakable Obnoxious unconfrontational Augmented stolen-perch ****** Agel, with no ‘n’ for nurture, eyes for plundered treasure Your age isn’t elegant Eat the ****** fruit whole with the pips, as old children are murdered, opal fires fixed in feathers...

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Aug 20, 2025

Aug 20, 2025 at 7:52 PM UTC

SeismicNought

Agel

Comfortable with the unspeakable Obnoxious unconfrontational Augmented stolen-perch ****** Agel, with no ‘n’ for nurture, eyes for plundered treasure Your age isn’t elegant Eat the ****** fruit whole with the pips, as old children are murdered, opal fires fixed in feathers...

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Malignant gazes warped the the fabric of the air around me. I couldn't do anything but tell her that to wish upon a dying star will never end well. The atrocity that clung to the ships hull, was no less human now than the artificial meat 3d printed.. It taste liked chicken, but.. there were no eggs in space. Words like plasma cannons fired around me bouncing off the walls. Ok, ok listen I didn't do this to you! Your the penny that could pay the price, and this is your tarnished self pity. I wasn't having any of her grief, though it could vacate me with ease. Standing before her I said I could less cure her than breath in space.. With that she raged in a language of ferocious exasperation. I knew that it was time to vacate her need for some sort of vengeance. I'd got the necklace on under my garments. Pointing my pistol at her, she smirked, then a gargled laugh spat out. That toy cant harm me, is this your last stand what a pointless endeavour.. Now it was my turn to smirk, I don't know if it was panic or confusion to why I was laughing. like a hyena knowing that the pray had just cornered itself. With that I shot past her, like a random act, I still laughed loudly. And then a buckling ache approached. As the hull cleaved open like a piñata hit feverishly by an excited child. As we where exhumed from our coffin, suffocating in the emptiness of my actions. I could see her fear, no matter her augmentations, nothing could survive the vacuum of space. I pressed upon my chest, my nanite suit encompassing me. I was like a new born taking a first breath Looking at this sorrowful figure, floating in to the abyss. I knew I was partly to blame. But now was not the time for respective thoughts. This was about survival, and I used the small thrusters to edge closely to the air lock. Time to move on, time to breath deeply.

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Mar 14, 2019

Mar 14, 2019 at 7:00 PM UTC

poetic-t

When The Past Isn't Welcoming

Malignant gazes warped the the fabric of the air around me. I couldn't do anything but tell her that to wish upon a dying star will never end well. The atrocity that clung to the ships hull, was no less human now than the artificial meat 3d printed.. It taste liked chicken, but.. there were no eggs in space. Words like plasma cannons fired around me bouncing off the walls. Ok, ok listen I didn't do this to you! Your the penny that could pay the price, and this is your tarnished self pity. I wasn't having any of her grief, though it could vacate me with ease. Standing before her I said I could less cure her than breath in space.. With that she raged in a language of ferocious exasperation. I knew that it was time to vacate her need for some sort of vengeance. I'd got the necklace on under my garments. Pointing my pistol at her, she smirked, then a gargled laugh spat out. That toy cant harm me, is this your last stand what a pointless endeavour.. Now it was my turn to smirk, I don't know if it was panic or confusion to why I was laughing. like a hyena knowing that the pray had just cornered itself. With that I shot past her, like a random act, I still laughed loudly. And then a buckling ache approached. As the hull cleaved open like a piñata hit feverishly by an excited child. As we where exhumed from our coffin, suffocating in the emptiness of my actions. I could see her fear, no matter her augmentations, nothing could survive the vacuum of space. I pressed upon my chest, my nanite suit encompassing me. I was like a new born taking a first breath Looking at this sorrowful figure, floating in to the abyss. I knew I was partly to blame. But now was not the time for respective thoughts. This was about survival, and I used the small thrusters to edge closely to the air lock. Time to move on, time to breath deeply.

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Words etched into the wall (above) by the augmented fifth Merely (below) displaced fifth Blistering drywall Voweling (in) out the love song Caramelizing (out) paint German Shepherd tilts his (between) her head Doesn't quite like (around) The augmented fifth

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Mar 18, 2017

Mar 18, 2017 at 3:29 AM UTC

WordsWithWill

The Awkward Augmented Fifth

Words etched into the wall (above) by the augmented fifth Merely (below) displaced fifth Blistering drywall Voweling (in) out the love song Caramelizing (out) paint German Shepherd tilts his (between) her head Doesn't quite like (around) The augmented fifth

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