#grinder - Hello Poetry

Left Left Right Left I swipe, hoping to find it A Disney story IRL Alas, I've reached the pit of Hell Countless matches and open chats Oh the deep regret one has A drink, a coffee, a dinner out Charming, funny or a lout? Days, months and a year has passed Too many swipes, none of 'em last Incredible *** one odd out But then I'm back on the look out Left Left Right Left **** Disney and **** this I'm on my own, I have a hand *** with myself is just as grand

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Jul 11, 2018

Jul 11, 2018 at 3:08 PM UTC

Nachos

Garbage Tin-der

Left Left Right Left I swipe, hoping to find it A Disney story IRL Alas, I've reached the pit of Hell Countless matches and open chats Oh the deep regret one has A drink, a coffee, a dinner out Charming, funny or a lout? Days, months and a year has passed Too many swipes, none of 'em last Incredible *** one odd out But then I'm back on the look out Left Left Right Left **** Disney and **** this I'm on my own, I have a hand *** with myself is just as grand

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What was is like before I fell Before I ended up in this hell I don't remember I was only eight When I got shoved into this fate Left with feelings of self hate Human monsters brought me to this gate The hands of time They did unwind It didn't treat me very kind It brought more monsters and called them mine Now I'm spinning out of control Waves of sorrow over me roll Never knowing which way to go Should I follow the big black crow It would lead me to the grave You know that is what I crave There's not much of me to save For what wasn't stole from me, I gave Or should I stay in this frozen field Frozen solid left to deal Trying to heal what can't be healed Blinded by my fate, is it sealed Will any of my tomorrows be kinder Oh will I grow blinder By the bites of more sidewinders Or will I just be thrown into the grinder I remember mud pies Chasing fireflies Lazy summer bike rides Loved ones that never died What happened to those things I had before I fell Before I ended up in this Hell Can anybody say,can anybody tell

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Mar 18, 2016

Mar 18, 2016 at 11:12 AM UTC

Pauline_Morris

Shoved into this Fate

What was is like before I fell Before I ended up in this hell I don't remember I was only eight When I got shoved into this fate Left with feelings of self hate Human monsters brought me to this gate The hands of time They did unwind It didn't treat me very kind It brought more monsters and called them mine Now I'm spinning out of control Waves of sorrow over me roll Never knowing which way to go Should I follow the big black crow It would lead me to the grave You know that is what I crave There's not much of me to save For what wasn't stole from me, I gave Or should I stay in this frozen field Frozen solid left to deal Trying to heal what can't be healed Blinded by my fate, is it sealed Will any of my tomorrows be kinder Oh will I grow blinder By the bites of more sidewinders Or will I just be thrown into the grinder I remember mud pies Chasing fireflies Lazy summer bike rides Loved ones that never died What happened to those things I had before I fell Before I ended up in this Hell Can anybody say,can anybody tell

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I sometimes I get this feeing as though I was being forced into a meat grinder. Urged to remove my fat only to spit out chunks of blood and bone instead. The cracking, clicking snaps of marrow that exudes from it like wastage. The fat engorging through the tiny weeping holes. All I can see is the repetitive nature of damage leaking from this abstraction and I feel it in my flesh. Crawling like tiny bugs, entrapping themselves and eroding their bodies into the hair on my skin. Uncultivated; I have fallen into the funnel hooked up to the grinder and I feel its body churn me. It thrusts its cold metal exterior against my lean limbs; ticking. I try to form a response when all the while this loud heavy machine is echoing against the walls, making my voice utterly meaningless. Like ground beef I am belched out only to be covered in a plastic film that pushes all the oxygen from it. I am stuck in this silhouette, shaped as a slab of meat.

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Nov 1, 2014

Nov 1, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC

TessCalogaras

Slab of meat

I sometimes I get this feeing as though I was being forced into a meat grinder. Urged to remove my fat only to spit out chunks of blood and bone instead. The cracking, clicking snaps of marrow that exudes from it like wastage. The fat engorging through the tiny weeping holes. All I can see is the repetitive nature of damage leaking from this abstraction and I feel it in my flesh. Crawling like tiny bugs, entrapping themselves and eroding their bodies into the hair on my skin. Uncultivated; I have fallen into the funnel hooked up to the grinder and I feel its body churn me. It thrusts its cold metal exterior against my lean limbs; ticking. I try to form a response when all the while this loud heavy machine is echoing against the walls, making my voice utterly meaningless. Like ground beef I am belched out only to be covered in a plastic film that pushes all the oxygen from it. I am stuck in this silhouette, shaped as a slab of meat.

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