#hyena - Hello Poetry

I hate school because teacher Giraffe is always picking on me in his high and lofty manner He's always pointing at me with his prehensile tongue and snorting: *"Maybe you'd like to stop laughing and share your joke with the rest of animal class?"* But I don't know no joke; I just laugh

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Nov 2, 2014

Nov 2, 2014 at 6:16 AM UTC

raj-arumugam

hyena kid hates school

I hate school because teacher Giraffe is always picking on me in his high and lofty manner He's always pointing at me with his prehensile tongue and snorting: *"Maybe you'd like to stop laughing and share your joke with the rest of animal class?"* But I don't know no joke; I just laugh

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Malignant gazes warped the the fabric of the air around me. I couldn't do anything but tell her that to wish upon a dying star will never end well. The atrocity that clung to the ships hull, was no less human now than the artificial meat 3d printed.. It taste liked chicken, but.. there were no eggs in space. Words like plasma cannons fired around me bouncing off the walls. Ok, ok listen I didn't do this to you! Your the penny that could pay the price, and this is your tarnished self pity. I wasn't having any of her grief, though it could vacate me with ease. Standing before her I said I could less cure her than breath in space.. With that she raged in a language of ferocious exasperation. I knew that it was time to vacate her need for some sort of vengeance. I'd got the necklace on under my garments. Pointing my pistol at her, she smirked, then a gargled laugh spat out. That toy cant harm me, is this your last stand what a pointless endeavour.. Now it was my turn to smirk, I don't know if it was panic or confusion to why I was laughing. like a hyena knowing that the pray had just cornered itself. With that I shot past her, like a random act, I still laughed loudly. And then a buckling ache approached. As the hull cleaved open like a piñata hit feverishly by an excited child. As we where exhumed from our coffin, suffocating in the emptiness of my actions. I could see her fear, no matter her augmentations, nothing could survive the vacuum of space. I pressed upon my chest, my nanite suit encompassing me. I was like a new born taking a first breath Looking at this sorrowful figure, floating in to the abyss. I knew I was partly to blame. But now was not the time for respective thoughts. This was about survival, and I used the small thrusters to edge closely to the air lock. Time to move on, time to breath deeply.

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Mar 14, 2019

Mar 14, 2019 at 7:00 PM UTC

poetic-t

When The Past Isn't Welcoming

Malignant gazes warped the the fabric of the air around me. I couldn't do anything but tell her that to wish upon a dying star will never end well. The atrocity that clung to the ships hull, was no less human now than the artificial meat 3d printed.. It taste liked chicken, but.. there were no eggs in space. Words like plasma cannons fired around me bouncing off the walls. Ok, ok listen I didn't do this to you! Your the penny that could pay the price, and this is your tarnished self pity. I wasn't having any of her grief, though it could vacate me with ease. Standing before her I said I could less cure her than breath in space.. With that she raged in a language of ferocious exasperation. I knew that it was time to vacate her need for some sort of vengeance. I'd got the necklace on under my garments. Pointing my pistol at her, she smirked, then a gargled laugh spat out. That toy cant harm me, is this your last stand what a pointless endeavour.. Now it was my turn to smirk, I don't know if it was panic or confusion to why I was laughing. like a hyena knowing that the pray had just cornered itself. With that I shot past her, like a random act, I still laughed loudly. And then a buckling ache approached. As the hull cleaved open like a piñata hit feverishly by an excited child. As we where exhumed from our coffin, suffocating in the emptiness of my actions. I could see her fear, no matter her augmentations, nothing could survive the vacuum of space. I pressed upon my chest, my nanite suit encompassing me. I was like a new born taking a first breath Looking at this sorrowful figure, floating in to the abyss. I knew I was partly to blame. But now was not the time for respective thoughts. This was about survival, and I used the small thrusters to edge closely to the air lock. Time to move on, time to breath deeply.

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so King Lion summoned us for a meeting and King sat on his throne and before he started the King looked in my direction and he roared: *"Hyena - don't you dare laugh; here in Council what we deliberate over is no laughing matter"* And I ****** in my pants (in a manner of speaking) and sat throughout the meeting trembling in fear, as it seemed to the King - but also because I had to keep my suppressed laughter rocking in my tummy throughout the meeting

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Nov 3, 2014

Nov 3, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC

raj-arumugam

hyena at Council of Wild Animals

so King Lion summoned us for a meeting and King sat on his throne and before he started the King looked in my direction and he roared: *"Hyena - don't you dare laugh; here in Council what we deliberate over is no laughing matter"* And I ****** in my pants (in a manner of speaking) and sat throughout the meeting trembling in fear, as it seemed to the King - but also because I had to keep my suppressed laughter rocking in my tummy throughout the meeting

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cackle hack drab dog outer to the flames of the campfire crackling

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Nov 25, 2024

Nov 25, 2024 at 9:02 AM UTC