#earworm - Hello Poetry

Sprinting through the blades of grass through the midnight wind The night hears my footsteps but I hear the music in my ears Running and spinning it’s nauseating making the world spin. Diving into the piercing cold lake sending a shock throughout my nervous system, jump starting my heart. Holding my breath so the liquid doesn’t fill my lungs, the lack of oxygen will collapse my lungs, instead of the water that will fill them later. I beg and beg to stop running, I plead as I wish to hear my footsteps and not the music sprinting in my head I hold my breath and the music stops I breath and the music plays Both will **** me, one quicker than the other One will drive me into a spiral of insanity One will drive me into cardiac arrest In the end the music will stop Maybe more to life after you take your last breath Only time will tell

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Mar 20, 2025

Mar 20, 2025 at 10:27 AM UTC

whatifwhatif

Music in my Ears

Sprinting through the blades of grass through the midnight wind The night hears my footsteps but I hear the music in my ears Running and spinning it’s nauseating making the world spin. Diving into the piercing cold lake sending a shock throughout my nervous system, jump starting my heart. Holding my breath so the liquid doesn’t fill my lungs, the lack of oxygen will collapse my lungs, instead of the water that will fill them later. I beg and beg to stop running, I plead as I wish to hear my footsteps and not the music sprinting in my head I hold my breath and the music stops I breath and the music plays Both will **** me, one quicker than the other One will drive me into a spiral of insanity One will drive me into cardiac arrest In the end the music will stop Maybe more to life after you take your last breath Only time will tell

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Oh dear, the mother of all earworms completely -- took over his brain.

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Jun 6, 2024

Jun 6, 2024 at 3:36 AM UTC

Zywa

[ Oh dear, the mother ]

Oh dear, the mother of all earworms completely -- took over his brain.

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(who blew the bulb ?) everywhere is bright everything is eyes can't see you in your mirror-mail-shard suit i'm blinded / bladed / paraded to the roots / hear this chime ? / this overwhelming chime / it's in all the things but has predatory gut / it’s not vital / it’s hurt / spumming out allure evident byproduct you've stuffed it all down clutted all the drains of your fawning audience burning hair compounded the body with capillary blain / majesty, your maj-jest-tea ; it’s dishonesty ; you are what you are but you don't want to be-(you're not pleased) get you down from there sire ( if-you-please ) and grow an honest hovel / everything’s on discount ************* discount it's a travesty you are a misery (dismount) you were far from what you harm now you keep it close you snake just like a charmer / you slither you basket you rascal piping lewd at the tourist youths / such a hassle / bring on photography the *********** it's embarrassing it’s emm-bhar-rass-sing (who blew the bulb ?)

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Dec 31, 2023

Dec 31, 2023 at 6:18 PM UTC

neth-jones

wizard in disrepute

(who blew the bulb ?) everywhere is bright everything is eyes can't see you in your mirror-mail-shard suit i'm blinded / bladed / paraded to the roots / hear this chime ? / this overwhelming chime / it's in all the things but has predatory gut / it’s not vital / it’s hurt / spumming out allure evident byproduct you've stuffed it all down clutted all the drains of your fawning audience burning hair compounded the body with capillary blain / majesty, your maj-jest-tea ; it’s dishonesty ; you are what you are but you don't want to be-(you're not pleased) get you down from there sire ( if-you-please ) and grow an honest hovel / everything’s on discount ************* discount it's a travesty you are a misery (dismount) you were far from what you harm now you keep it close you snake just like a charmer / you slither you basket you rascal piping lewd at the tourist youths / such a hassle / bring on photography the *********** it's embarrassing it’s emm-bhar-rass-sing (who blew the bulb ?)

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Ear worms during zen prove that left to nothing, popular culture will take my attention. So let them create their music: an evil in the Hadiths of Islam, and a degradation in the Pali Canon. Music's flames burn away the veins and stupify the mind. The heart is replaced with straw and the liver is poisoned. Baha'u'llah said music is lawful as long as it uplifts the spirit. But I say: It eats the organs, toxifies the blood. It makes me forgetful of liberation. Its words are idols against the Path. It masks the senses. It trivializes reason. It points the disposition into darkness upon darkness. It deafens the ears. It lightens the body. It stammers the sense of smell. It invades attention and enslaves the mind. It dries the throat. It displaces the sense of location.

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Feb 6, 2021

Feb 6, 2021 at 2:42 AM UTC

ChadYoung

Strict

Ear worms during zen prove that left to nothing, popular culture will take my attention. So let them create their music: an evil in the Hadiths of Islam, and a degradation in the Pali Canon. Music's flames burn away the veins and stupify the mind. The heart is replaced with straw and the liver is poisoned. Baha'u'llah said music is lawful as long as it uplifts the spirit. But I say: It eats the organs, toxifies the blood. It makes me forgetful of liberation. Its words are idols against the Path. It masks the senses. It trivializes reason. It points the disposition into darkness upon darkness. It deafens the ears. It lightens the body. It stammers the sense of smell. It invades attention and enslaves the mind. It dries the throat. It displaces the sense of location.

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The earworm In my head Had made it To my brain And eaten What little's Left

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Jul 1, 2019

Jul 1, 2019 at 12:28 PM UTC

The_Prophet_of_Yargle

Earworm

The earworm In my head Had made it To my brain And eaten What little's Left

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You've been in my head again Refusing to leave like the earworm you are So through paper and thick black ink I will write you away

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Jul 23, 2018

Jul 23, 2018 at 7:21 PM UTC

Pyrrha

Earworm

You've been in my head again Refusing to leave like the earworm you are So through paper and thick black ink I will write you away

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Yes, sad but true, Is this real to you? I have earworms, do you? Songs in my brain, On my thought train, I sing along every day, Earworms on my brain, Yah!

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Jan 30, 2017

Jan 30, 2017 at 9:40 PM UTC

julie-grenness

EARWORM!

Yes, sad but true, Is this real to you? I have earworms, do you? Songs in my brain, On my thought train, I sing along every day, Earworms on my brain, Yah!

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. *"Looking down from ethereal skies Silent crystalline tears I cry For all must say their last goodbye - to Paradise..."* - Paradise Lost by Symphony X *Head buried in pillows in the sky, voraciously consuming the fluffy whites. Windy fingers sieve the air. Watchful eyes tracing tails of kites. He only hears the faint hymns from the outstretched wings of feathered birds. Leans back weightily on his throne of clouds. Notions form haphazard in so many words. Casting his gaze, willing it earth-bound. Careless trees sway in synchronised tandem. Diverse songs merge seamless in harmony. Singing in unison, revelling the gift of freedom. Silent tears fall and trickle as rain... As he reminisces the images of his forsaken past. Scored paintings of a paradise lost. All must say their final goodbyes... He will bid his, last.* .

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Aug 15, 2016

Aug 15, 2016 at 6:54 AM UTC

ryn

Paradise Lost

. *"Looking down from ethereal skies Silent crystalline tears I cry For all must say their last goodbye - to Paradise..."* - Paradise Lost by Symphony X *Head buried in pillows in the sky, voraciously consuming the fluffy whites. Windy fingers sieve the air. Watchful eyes tracing tails of kites. He only hears the faint hymns from the outstretched wings of feathered birds. Leans back weightily on his throne of clouds. Notions form haphazard in so many words. Casting his gaze, willing it earth-bound. Careless trees sway in synchronised tandem. Diverse songs merge seamless in harmony. Singing in unison, revelling the gift of freedom. Silent tears fall and trickle as rain... As he reminisces the images of his forsaken past. Scored paintings of a paradise lost. All must say their final goodbyes... He will bid his, last.* .

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Everything reminds me of you. I'd say you're stuck in my head, But the proper term is "earworm--" You are not a pest. You're too friendly, Too lovable. You closer resemble puppy, Just like everyone says. Only I feel as though you've run away. I miss your loyalty. Your companionship. Your ability to make me smile, No matter how hard I cry, And those incredible, sparkling eyes. I worry about you, now, Because it seems you've run away. I wonder where you've been, If you're being treated well. Or, if you've been alone. Just like anyone who Has lost their best friend, I just want you to come home.

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Jun 28, 2015

Jun 28, 2015 at 10:57 PM UTC

jessica-r-falk

9:57 PM

Everything reminds me of you. I'd say you're stuck in my head, But the proper term is "earworm--" You are not a pest. You're too friendly, Too lovable. You closer resemble puppy, Just like everyone says. Only I feel as though you've run away. I miss your loyalty. Your companionship. Your ability to make me smile, No matter how hard I cry, And those incredible, sparkling eyes. I worry about you, now, Because it seems you've run away. I wonder where you've been, If you're being treated well. Or, if you've been alone. Just like anyone who Has lost their best friend, I just want you to come home.

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