#exaggerated - Hello Poetry

Sometimes I wish I had a lazy tongue That would fault Itself And make it difficult to blurt out my thoughts And all my contradictions In a hopeless posed way like how leaves flutter away and drift Without a curious glance or murmur.

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Oct 25, 2018

Oct 25, 2018 at 9:49 AM UTC

loggi

I didn't mean it.

Sometimes I wish I had a lazy tongue That would fault Itself And make it difficult to blurt out my thoughts And all my contradictions In a hopeless posed way like how leaves flutter away and drift Without a curious glance or murmur.

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Boredom on a Sunday is inescapable I try to hide it behind playing my musical instrument Trumpeting with my trumpet - blowing my own horn - I'm praying no one interprets that last sentence as an innuendo Anyway, I'm nodding off, signing out of reality The world goes hazy in a second And I'm ****** into the vortex of a dream Weird how when a dream begins, we immediately understand the situation For this scene, I'm spewing blood from my spleen like a bottle of sauce squeezed too hard It stains the leather of my vehicle My foot is pressing the pedal to the floor, and the speedometer is twinged in half from all the pressure The monolith of a highway I'm speeding on shakes as though giants stomp upon it And the wail of a siren drives me into a frenzy as I try to escape the inevitable Their polychromatic lights dance at the edges of my eyes, spurring rhythm into action Even though they must be aeons behind, my heart melodramatically pumps in my chest as though the police are in the backseat Blood bursting through my temple, thoughts wheezing by like someone's let go of hundreds of balloons Up ahead, the road twists itself into a knot of nothingness My hands are wrapped around the steering wheel so tightly, I fear I might never be able to release them It's a slight movement: right hand goes down, left goes up, but it kicks the vehicle sideways My body slams into the car with a satisfying crunch and my mind spirals to spaghetti strands Oddly enough, the world becomes rinsed with blue wash and I'm underwater My train of thought becomes peaceful, melodic I float about, running on the inverse of the waves Here, even a scream is joyous as it sounds all bubbly and childish Suddenly, a red streak runs across the ocean, chilling me to the bone and erasing all my bubbles The sea becomes glittered with red and blue streaks, a warning Bullets stab at my spleen, reminding me of the pain that was, and still is And my body gears into a full 360, concluding my return to the real world Or is it the dream world? Oh well Either way, I'm back in my car Carelessly freefalling from nowhere Weapons, glass, blood droplets, pocket change, pedestrians...all breeze around slowly Pleading with me to wake up Then Everything crumbles, and I smack my ugly head against the window, splattering my brains everywhere My car flew from the sudden turn and I crashed, I think Now I lay, grasping onto consciousness while pedagogues staple me to the ground The Lawman towers over me, grinning madly at my defeat The most barbaric insult, however, comes from the radio, still magically working "I fought the law and the law won," The Clash idly sing One of my favourite songs turned into dark irony The last I remember before blacking out is the scarlet and marine lights clashing forevermore When I wake up, I'm face-down on the stony and icy floor The cold burns me enough to wake me from la la land The iron grip of the handcuffs feels very real Words are forced into my head, not by my own design, but sort of like they've been placed there An argument as to whether existence has a meaning is taking place in my head, and I can't stop it Sort of like how in a dream, you can't control your thoughts or actions Wait This is still a dream, right? Right?

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May 30, 2018

May 30, 2018 at 5:57 AM UTC

english_jam_darling

Highway Chase

Boredom on a Sunday is inescapable I try to hide it behind playing my musical instrument Trumpeting with my trumpet - blowing my own horn - I'm praying no one interprets that last sentence as an innuendo Anyway, I'm nodding off, signing out of reality The world goes hazy in a second And I'm ****** into the vortex of a dream Weird how when a dream begins, we immediately understand the situation For this scene, I'm spewing blood from my spleen like a bottle of sauce squeezed too hard It stains the leather of my vehicle My foot is pressing the pedal to the floor, and the speedometer is twinged in half from all the pressure The monolith of a highway I'm speeding on shakes as though giants stomp upon it And the wail of a siren drives me into a frenzy as I try to escape the inevitable Their polychromatic lights dance at the edges of my eyes, spurring rhythm into action Even though they must be aeons behind, my heart melodramatically pumps in my chest as though the police are in the backseat Blood bursting through my temple, thoughts wheezing by like someone's let go of hundreds of balloons Up ahead, the road twists itself into a knot of nothingness My hands are wrapped around the steering wheel so tightly, I fear I might never be able to release them It's a slight movement: right hand goes down, left goes up, but it kicks the vehicle sideways My body slams into the car with a satisfying crunch and my mind spirals to spaghetti strands Oddly enough, the world becomes rinsed with blue wash and I'm underwater My train of thought becomes peaceful, melodic I float about, running on the inverse of the waves Here, even a scream is joyous as it sounds all bubbly and childish Suddenly, a red streak runs across the ocean, chilling me to the bone and erasing all my bubbles The sea becomes glittered with red and blue streaks, a warning Bullets stab at my spleen, reminding me of the pain that was, and still is And my body gears into a full 360, concluding my return to the real world Or is it the dream world? Oh well Either way, I'm back in my car Carelessly freefalling from nowhere Weapons, glass, blood droplets, pocket change, pedestrians...all breeze around slowly Pleading with me to wake up Then Everything crumbles, and I smack my ugly head against the window, splattering my brains everywhere My car flew from the sudden turn and I crashed, I think Now I lay, grasping onto consciousness while pedagogues staple me to the ground The Lawman towers over me, grinning madly at my defeat The most barbaric insult, however, comes from the radio, still magically working "I fought the law and the law won," The Clash idly sing One of my favourite songs turned into dark irony The last I remember before blacking out is the scarlet and marine lights clashing forevermore When I wake up, I'm face-down on the stony and icy floor The cold burns me enough to wake me from la la land The iron grip of the handcuffs feels very real Words are forced into my head, not by my own design, but sort of like they've been placed there An argument as to whether existence has a meaning is taking place in my head, and I can't stop it Sort of like how in a dream, you can't control your thoughts or actions Wait This is still a dream, right? Right?

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Okay maybe I overreacted I get that way when I feel isolated Being out in the world all alone Like before everyone had a phone I didn't really mean what I said I just get that way when I feel emotionally dead I was feeling like no one understood me It was breaking my heart internally So naturally I lashed out at them with frustration But now I know that was an overreaction.

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Jul 25, 2017

Jul 25, 2017 at 2:09 AM UTC

Marcus-Dave

Overreaction

Okay maybe I overreacted I get that way when I feel isolated Being out in the world all alone Like before everyone had a phone I didn't really mean what I said I just get that way when I feel emotionally dead I was feeling like no one understood me It was breaking my heart internally So naturally I lashed out at them with frustration But now I know that was an overreaction.

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I know you love cheesy love songs So here’s one for you my dear You know who you are So there’s no need to fear How do you like it so far? Cause girl you’re the reason that the sun shines And why the flowers come out in spring I don’t mind if you’re mine But you’re the reason that I sing Cause the first time I saw you I knew it was love at first sight Come on I know you feel it too So move closer I won’t bite You know you’ll always be my Hallmark Girl And I’ll write you a proper song someday I promise…

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Nov 4, 2014

Nov 4, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC

karl-franssen

Not Just Another Cheesy Love Song, Because I wrote This One For You

I know you love cheesy love songs So here’s one for you my dear You know who you are So there’s no need to fear How do you like it so far? Cause girl you’re the reason that the sun shines And why the flowers come out in spring I don’t mind if you’re mine But you’re the reason that I sing Cause the first time I saw you I knew it was love at first sight Come on I know you feel it too So move closer I won’t bite You know you’ll always be my Hallmark Girl And I’ll write you a proper song someday I promise…

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