#expired - Hello Poetry

Speaking is an art words like paint we smear and spread out our ideas onto canvas If you paint too fast- **** it you might make a mistake Did you know paint can expire? you think come one, paint? paint can't go bad! then you try and use it and its separated and chunky and boom your whole piece is ruined. Words can expire too. did you know that? phrases and metaphors age turn ugly and contaminating just like the paint they might have been usable once, but now you'd better get some new words. Like, when referring to someone who uses a wheelchair people don't say they're crippled. because that word has expired! The same way simpleton was used to refer to someone with intellectual disabilities was is the key word there. please for the love of god don't call anyone a simpleton Lunatic was once used to refer to people with psychiatric disabilities don't say the teacher who gave you homework on a Friday is a lunatic! ******** was used to refer to people with intellectual disabilities but now you should NOT call anyone or anything ******** because it is inappropriate and insulting This isn't about taking away your words it's about what you are taking away from people with disabilities when you use language like that. what you are stripping away from people when you decide to use a word like ******* gimp deformed disfigured Freak insane lame ****** ***** spaz stupid whacko Knock it off! when you decide to use those words it takes away from anyone who has a disability or anyone who every will. Use a different word use swear words find a thesaurus. Get some new **** paint

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Jan 17, 2020

Jan 17, 2020 at 5:19 PM UTC

disabledpoetman

Expired Paint

Speaking is an art words like paint we smear and spread out our ideas onto canvas If you paint too fast- **** it you might make a mistake Did you know paint can expire? you think come one, paint? paint can't go bad! then you try and use it and its separated and chunky and boom your whole piece is ruined. Words can expire too. did you know that? phrases and metaphors age turn ugly and contaminating just like the paint they might have been usable once, but now you'd better get some new words. Like, when referring to someone who uses a wheelchair people don't say they're crippled. because that word has expired! The same way simpleton was used to refer to someone with intellectual disabilities was is the key word there. please for the love of god don't call anyone a simpleton Lunatic was once used to refer to people with psychiatric disabilities don't say the teacher who gave you homework on a Friday is a lunatic! ******** was used to refer to people with intellectual disabilities but now you should NOT call anyone or anything ******** because it is inappropriate and insulting This isn't about taking away your words it's about what you are taking away from people with disabilities when you use language like that. what you are stripping away from people when you decide to use a word like ******* gimp deformed disfigured Freak insane lame ****** ***** spaz stupid whacko Knock it off! when you decide to use those words it takes away from anyone who has a disability or anyone who every will. Use a different word use swear words find a thesaurus. Get some new **** paint

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oh expired chicken you never tasted right to begin with shredded and unseasoned marred by hints of skin and cartilage you were too embarrassing to share and too expensive to discard oh expired chicken the aftermath of underestimating how much is in each pound and overestimating how much I eat a shopping mistake made after being a parasite to school cafeterias and my mother's cooking for eight months oh expired chicken throwing you away was harder than cutting off an ex-lover my heart yearns for what you could have been (tasty food in my stomach) even though you were never enough you would make an indomitable enemy an atrocious friend and the worst boyfriend ever we would have a toxic and trying relationship but that is for another poem

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Jan 25, 2019

Jan 25, 2019 at 8:58 PM UTC

grac3

an ode to expired chicken

oh expired chicken you never tasted right to begin with shredded and unseasoned marred by hints of skin and cartilage you were too embarrassing to share and too expensive to discard oh expired chicken the aftermath of underestimating how much is in each pound and overestimating how much I eat a shopping mistake made after being a parasite to school cafeterias and my mother's cooking for eight months oh expired chicken throwing you away was harder than cutting off an ex-lover my heart yearns for what you could have been (tasty food in my stomach) even though you were never enough you would make an indomitable enemy an atrocious friend and the worst boyfriend ever we would have a toxic and trying relationship but that is for another poem

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Words are dead! there I said it words are dead the words in your head are in the past the words that you said will not last fireworks that attract the eye liar's words in the mind an explosion of language and then silence they do so much damage and cause violence chasing words feeling tiredness healing words are band-aids on the soul a soothing to the ears they're dropped in empty holes for who hears? who really listens? words are dead we have visions images of creation words are no salvation just pointers pointing to the infinite still they loiter words we can't forget we hold them to our chest like lifeless children we always do our best but the words **** them and now all that's left is dead... dead words.

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Jul 9, 2018

Jul 9, 2018 at 8:04 PM UTC

theuniVerse

Words Are Dead

Words are dead! there I said it words are dead the words in your head are in the past the words that you said will not last fireworks that attract the eye liar's words in the mind an explosion of language and then silence they do so much damage and cause violence chasing words feeling tiredness healing words are band-aids on the soul a soothing to the ears they're dropped in empty holes for who hears? who really listens? words are dead we have visions images of creation words are no salvation just pointers pointing to the infinite still they loiter words we can't forget we hold them to our chest like lifeless children we always do our best but the words **** them and now all that's left is dead... dead words.

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once i overdose i'll see the rest of you in hell

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Jun 12, 2018

Jun 12, 2018 at 5:48 PM UTC

Constan

Untitled

once i overdose i'll see the rest of you in hell

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a cheeky **** she wooed me heart an' fain 'twould see me face “A glimpse dear sir of thy fair visage sir, a glimpse but to inspire.” yet when she saw the pic i sent she thought i had expired for the cheeky tarts... pic poem https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/images/uploads/poemimages/264799.jpg?1488039673

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May 16, 2018

May 16, 2018 at 10:43 PM UTC

jonni-inferno

Expiration Date

a cheeky **** she wooed me heart an' fain 'twould see me face “A glimpse dear sir of thy fair visage sir, a glimpse but to inspire.” yet when she saw the pic i sent she thought i had expired for the cheeky tarts... pic poem https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/images/uploads/poemimages/264799.jpg?1488039673

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☯ The first lie that my mother fed to me still tastes like expired love.

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Feb 22, 2018

Feb 22, 2018 at 9:31 PM UTC

Skaidrum

vi.

☯ The first lie that my mother fed to me still tastes like expired love.

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Your memory is like an expired polaroid film - I still keep it as though it would be the most precious treasure of mine, yet I am aware of the truth: till I walk this earth I will never take a look at it.

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Jul 6, 2017

Jul 6, 2017 at 3:00 PM UTC

diana-bosa-engler

Polaroid Expired

Your memory is like an expired polaroid film - I still keep it as though it would be the most precious treasure of mine, yet I am aware of the truth: till I walk this earth I will never take a look at it.

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Can you reach me and touch my skin, Can you look me in the eye and heal the dead? Warm nest, lots of worms What am I to hope to be found? Warm coffin, lots of flame What am I to hope to be found? You can say my name as if It is the core of my existence You know what to call me, right? Now nothing else really matters

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Jun 19, 2016

Jun 19, 2016 at 1:47 PM UTC

Pea

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Can you reach me and touch my skin, Can you look me in the eye and heal the dead? Warm nest, lots of worms What am I to hope to be found? Warm coffin, lots of flame What am I to hope to be found? You can say my name as if It is the core of my existence You know what to call me, right? Now nothing else really matters

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My birth certificate has expired It's time to burn me in the fire Send me off to the crematorium My life is a moratorium

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Mar 22, 2016

Mar 22, 2016 at 11:36 AM UTC