#bordom - Hello Poetry

Alone in your thoughts Hanging from your cross The time washes over you The tourture of nothing brews Why is it there? People die elsewhere Why is it you're bored Inside your head you hoard An active mind That's uninclined Off in nowhere Doing nothing

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Jul 25, 2018

Jul 25, 2018 at 12:51 PM UTC

Nikki_No_Love

Tourture Of Nothing

Alone in your thoughts Hanging from your cross The time washes over you The tourture of nothing brews Why is it there? People die elsewhere Why is it you're bored Inside your head you hoard An active mind That's uninclined Off in nowhere Doing nothing

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It burned at the back of my throat like a lump of cancer killing every living cell of hope I had for myself Can this be the cycle I feared the one that bites you in the *** after years of planning and assessing? Why have I found myself rotting in this chair, scarring my eye sight drying my creative juices guideline by guideline?

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May 18, 2016

May 18, 2016 at 5:06 AM UTC

maria-etre

Growls

It burned at the back of my throat like a lump of cancer killing every living cell of hope I had for myself Can this be the cycle I feared the one that bites you in the *** after years of planning and assessing? Why have I found myself rotting in this chair, scarring my eye sight drying my creative juices guideline by guideline?

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I played trouble with the Devil today. He told me he was bored, he was tired of torturing the massive sinning hoards. It started when he pulled me out of a crowd waiting to be punished, and began to ask me about my family and friends, and how my apartment was furnished. He then led me to his house and it was strange cause I'd seen it before and as we stepped inside I realized it was the house I lived in as a kid in Flossmore. He then headed to the kitchen and asked if I wanted a drink, it had been years since I'd had anything so hell yeah was all that I could think. He laughed and handed me something that looked cool and crisp, I didn't hesitate I grabbed it, and took two big sips. As I looked up I could see him smiling grinning from ear to ear, he said do you like it I call that the Devils **** it's my very own home brewed beer. He pulled out the board game and we began to play and the whole time he talked about his trails and tribulations and what he ate for breakfast that day. He told me of his sorrow his love and his former boss, he told me how they ******* up the story Paradise Lost. On and on he went for what seemed like weeks, and then finally he said man I'm getting tired I'm going to go get some sleep. So he showed me out the door gave me a pint of *** patted me on the the shoulder and told me to come by tomorrow and we'd go out for some fun. I walked slowly back in line thinking man I ****** up, if there was any hope in getting out of here that's gone the Devil actually likes me, God **** it I'm stuck.

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Sep 27, 2015

Sep 27, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC

boushon-arnold

Trouble

I played trouble with the Devil today. He told me he was bored, he was tired of torturing the massive sinning hoards. It started when he pulled me out of a crowd waiting to be punished, and began to ask me about my family and friends, and how my apartment was furnished. He then led me to his house and it was strange cause I'd seen it before and as we stepped inside I realized it was the house I lived in as a kid in Flossmore. He then headed to the kitchen and asked if I wanted a drink, it had been years since I'd had anything so hell yeah was all that I could think. He laughed and handed me something that looked cool and crisp, I didn't hesitate I grabbed it, and took two big sips. As I looked up I could see him smiling grinning from ear to ear, he said do you like it I call that the Devils **** it's my very own home brewed beer. He pulled out the board game and we began to play and the whole time he talked about his trails and tribulations and what he ate for breakfast that day. He told me of his sorrow his love and his former boss, he told me how they ******* up the story Paradise Lost. On and on he went for what seemed like weeks, and then finally he said man I'm getting tired I'm going to go get some sleep. So he showed me out the door gave me a pint of *** patted me on the the shoulder and told me to come by tomorrow and we'd go out for some fun. I walked slowly back in line thinking man I ****** up, if there was any hope in getting out of here that's gone the Devil actually likes me, God **** it I'm stuck.

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