#ddd - Hello Poetry

while I may do you perfectly. the snow angels on gasoline st., did you see them? All of the houses were dripping wet too, one girl with gold laces on her leopard shoes wore red plastic pants; totally soaked to the bone. to train ourselves to brave the heat of each others' bodies as we awaken in one small bed, one small blanket. the both of us yawn. it's so fun to make waffles but neither of us like to eat preference. I love you to death but prefer to brush my teeth alone- one tooth at a time. embrace your new t-shirt, even though not everyone enjoys a good show of a flock of crows. hand drawn indie wicker-hipster prints. coffee by the pint. you crack me up like vitrifying glass sheens of the individual bubbles in a bubble bath or the ****** glazed eyes of the monsters' eye while a shark attacks. creaky sounds of bodies mapped by fingers, tickled tummies rippled by listening to witch house singers. you crack me up, count chocula. It's Saturday, I love to laugh while laying down. everybody's funnier when they're laying on the ground. we toast to ghosts. luminous lengths of birthday candles lickediddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd d 0 y0urself as best you can

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May 11, 2014

May 11, 2014 at 3:55 AM UTC

martin-narrod

...dddd...

while I may do you perfectly. the snow angels on gasoline st., did you see them? All of the houses were dripping wet too, one girl with gold laces on her leopard shoes wore red plastic pants; totally soaked to the bone. to train ourselves to brave the heat of each others' bodies as we awaken in one small bed, one small blanket. the both of us yawn. it's so fun to make waffles but neither of us like to eat preference. I love you to death but prefer to brush my teeth alone- one tooth at a time. embrace your new t-shirt, even though not everyone enjoys a good show of a flock of crows. hand drawn indie wicker-hipster prints. coffee by the pint. you crack me up like vitrifying glass sheens of the individual bubbles in a bubble bath or the ****** glazed eyes of the monsters' eye while a shark attacks. creaky sounds of bodies mapped by fingers, tickled tummies rippled by listening to witch house singers. you crack me up, count chocula. It's Saturday, I love to laugh while laying down. everybody's funnier when they're laying on the ground. we toast to ghosts. luminous lengths of birthday candles lickediddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd d 0 y0urself as best you can

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I sit on the edge of the well Coz my life ain’t going that well Stones in my backpack Coz hope is what lack I sit on the edge of the well Coz am empty as a shell I have no reason to live And my soul is the only thing left to give I sit on the edge of the well Coz my life has become a living hell I know you tried your best But it seems as if the devil has become my guest Don’t worry am not taking my life Coz how can I take my life when I have none left I sit at the edge of the well Writing this note in my blood wishing I brought a pen

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Oct 1, 2016

Oct 1, 2016 at 2:28 PM UTC

simple-simon

I sit on the edge of the well(ps; not a suicide note)

I sit on the edge of the well Coz my life ain’t going that well Stones in my backpack Coz hope is what lack I sit on the edge of the well Coz am empty as a shell I have no reason to live And my soul is the only thing left to give I sit on the edge of the well Coz my life has become a living hell I know you tried your best But it seems as if the devil has become my guest Don’t worry am not taking my life Coz how can I take my life when I have none left I sit at the edge of the well Writing this note in my blood wishing I brought a pen

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words which squeezed out veining the neck of the bottle the bottle storing all my honest, sincere, compassionate words that no one wants to hear the epitome of abuse just seems so used up i've been shaking this bottle filled of chamPAIN for months now slowly a mushroom cloud forecast has been developing incinerated indium violent violet the cork popped accompanied by the entirety of the split second mosaic bottle and as usual honesty fed the beast to live miserably ever after :( :)

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Jan 19, 2021

Jan 19, 2021 at 1:27 AM UTC

SuckMyCockapoo

words expelled by a miserably ever after

words which squeezed out veining the neck of the bottle the bottle storing all my honest, sincere, compassionate words that no one wants to hear the epitome of abuse just seems so used up i've been shaking this bottle filled of chamPAIN for months now slowly a mushroom cloud forecast has been developing incinerated indium violent violet the cork popped accompanied by the entirety of the split second mosaic bottle and as usual honesty fed the beast to live miserably ever after :( :)

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