#elmerfudd - Hello Poetry

Today, I am Grasshopper. Pulling on many strings in preparation for a great leap One small leap for a tiny, insignificant grasshopper seems like Wisdom on a different plane No safety net Blindly jumping with eyes wide shut Cause I'm goodwill hunting

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Sep 23, 2014

Sep 23, 2014 at 10:15 AM UTC

aaronmullin-fb

Grasshopper

Today, I am Grasshopper. Pulling on many strings in preparation for a great leap One small leap for a tiny, insignificant grasshopper seems like Wisdom on a different plane No safety net Blindly jumping with eyes wide shut Cause I'm goodwill hunting

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To what do I owe this childlike obsession If chosen to be called that. Am I exaggerating this whole thing, putting too much thought into something so simple. The characteristic that gives chase day in and day out. I dream and I chase. I chase and I awake. Am I humanly incapable in presuming that this is all I need. Before the first day, I truly lived life without purpose. Stuck in endless boredom, An endless contemplation debating which dining room set looked better Without a dining room to occupy the full set. Whom is the turtle, whom is the hare. Whom provokes who. Which one is you. Which one is me. Antagonizing this urge, a simple conversation turns to more. To taste, to smell this infatuation each time your around. Realizing the hunger that persisted to move my feet in a forward motion. Driving me to the brink of insanity. The earliest appearance, the first time you ran from me. The second time you ran, I thought maybe it was me. Something I said. Maybe you were busy. The third time, I saw it as the gateway to my time no longer being mine. The silly things you do. The teeth gritting. Fist clinching, I can't believe you just did that fall out into laughter. Do it again, I can't believe we almost tried to **** each other kind of silly. Through it all I do care about you. Despite the sound of buckshots you always find a way to outwit me

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Nov 11, 2016

Nov 11, 2016 at 9:53 AM UTC

kewayne-wadley

Elmer Fudd

To what do I owe this childlike obsession If chosen to be called that. Am I exaggerating this whole thing, putting too much thought into something so simple. The characteristic that gives chase day in and day out. I dream and I chase. I chase and I awake. Am I humanly incapable in presuming that this is all I need. Before the first day, I truly lived life without purpose. Stuck in endless boredom, An endless contemplation debating which dining room set looked better Without a dining room to occupy the full set. Whom is the turtle, whom is the hare. Whom provokes who. Which one is you. Which one is me. Antagonizing this urge, a simple conversation turns to more. To taste, to smell this infatuation each time your around. Realizing the hunger that persisted to move my feet in a forward motion. Driving me to the brink of insanity. The earliest appearance, the first time you ran from me. The second time you ran, I thought maybe it was me. Something I said. Maybe you were busy. The third time, I saw it as the gateway to my time no longer being mine. The silly things you do. The teeth gritting. Fist clinching, I can't believe you just did that fall out into laughter. Do it again, I can't believe we almost tried to **** each other kind of silly. Through it all I do care about you. Despite the sound of buckshots you always find a way to outwit me

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I didn't ask for it well, maybe I did The pounding in my brain and eyes not all day, please god, forbid Wine and spirits chasing me and in the morning woke Dry mouth and throbbing head reaching for a stubbed out smoke The night was full of revelry happiness and better times I just overran my tab and limit and now, I'm paying for these crimes And as the phone rings sounding like the fire alarm Scrambling to pick it up I go and burn my arm Cursing loud, I answer "WHAT!" It's only my best bud Lets do it all again tonight! as I laugh, like Elmer Fudd

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Jun 23, 2017

Jun 23, 2017 at 9:22 AM UTC

TemporalFugue

Silly Wabbit hehheheh

I didn't ask for it well, maybe I did The pounding in my brain and eyes not all day, please god, forbid Wine and spirits chasing me and in the morning woke Dry mouth and throbbing head reaching for a stubbed out smoke The night was full of revelry happiness and better times I just overran my tab and limit and now, I'm paying for these crimes And as the phone rings sounding like the fire alarm Scrambling to pick it up I go and burn my arm Cursing loud, I answer "WHAT!" It's only my best bud Lets do it all again tonight! as I laugh, like Elmer Fudd

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