#itching - Hello Poetry

First you tickle ups And then you tickle downs Just when you think you've had enough Why then you tickle rounds and rounds! The space suit's hard and thick and rough. Through it you cannot scratches! You cannot usher out an itch by opening up the 'atches! You jump and bump. You itch and twitch. You make a thousand wishes! The perils of Deep Outer Space Are nothing ... When you itches!

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Jan 8

Jan 8, 2026 at 8:21 PM UTC

elizabethhensley

LAMENT OF THE ITCHY ASTRONAUT

First you tickle ups And then you tickle downs Just when you think you've had enough Why then you tickle rounds and rounds! The space suit's hard and thick and rough. Through it you cannot scratches! You cannot usher out an itch by opening up the 'atches! You jump and bump. You itch and twitch. You make a thousand wishes! The perils of Deep Outer Space Are nothing ... When you itches!

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Passing undertsood walls gallen tso fallen od ye gotit midrash, seek out, letter by letter balm rub, sweet oil using the written walking midrash recited midrash, living exiled as we who believe we know the life living in truth on the way, to the end of time corner of the field, alms for the poor, community chest. Study, show yourself, prove you know how lies are formed; learn the law you break shekinah shadow of presence, there am I wherever two or more agree, there am I the author of Abrupt. Day - John broke his foot, last week - I stop by to offer aid if needed - Ab-rupt, rupture, then, now an ache, an addict's pre answer rapture, give the jot its due. all addicts sort their owned things to the jot and tittle, addict's power of a sort, a box of joints, joins joined conjunctives click lego-wise, or tinker-toy-wise, for old boys, revell plastic cars, airplane glue, or rubber cement in leather work class, oops, veered from the track, into the stream runs under that last bridge, too far to arrive - rope swing - there was a rock at the end of the swing abruptly, unaware, the old jews in babylon, tellers say singers sang of, with tambourine and harps, of ages past, yet alive in crazy ideas, minds may wish to think and think, at will, with a button, switch, gated info flow control slow thunk, a letter at a time qwerty codes, finger habits allow a glance to watch the fingers form the words, as once, not so long, time-wise, relatively - inter rupt ting - like a carriage return singing ground squirrels angered me, triggering my will to make the noise needed to make the noise cease. I thought, I did, in silence betting some son of mind is listening to each click of a letting key form plural heaven for a reason, see seers saw say the tellers in some songs, accompanied, with strings and tambourines, to cancel squeals from the sacri-arti suffice official inspect and reject throw it all in the mix let truth sort it out e-fectual fervancy of wind in mind, thought sparks, neutronic mirrors, holding that thought neutrally neural - suffice effiscience science endo-exo-epi are we greeked or glib, I seem, senseless in this context contesting wisdom, when my son is certain I am mad, the lad could learn from Lear, but I fear experience is the school he's matriculated to. --- DID --- super impose, 2021 The Great Course on Monotheist Mystics, the taste lingers, as the mind tastes its meat, feed me, feed me, is the addicts plea, and abruptly we are woken, as in stories of eternal ideas inferring infernal realities real ideas in ological states to tie us to lies we leave be true, and the stench rises, to beg our attention, alms for the poor in spirit, for {pre-positioner of next, the why factor of olden times} for their's, their possession, their owned real estate of being is, the kingdom of heaven, as any man may think in his heart exists, in and out in the body or out, none may say and only letters know, hinder my wishing but give me prayer, eh, ' let the jot lie, that's its position on this line. define your terms in tune to mine, we mean one thing and another. This is where we dare the myst that remains to many, not the few who saw and wrote as plain as day a report… -- the mystery of iniquity is working -- as admonished in the author's guide to habits worth developing for the addict with nothing to do Read, an angel is on standby for forty year old mind blind boys repressing the oddity of godliness. - wombed ones as well, do not dare suggest a difference - in terms of when we are It is we-ird but seems so true that reproved versions reprove the instructions used to construct this shared version of what is on my mind. ------------ selah If you fail to learn what kind of seed you are before you die to be what you think you may be, try a day on earth in a place of peace, fake it if you lack the means to make it, but the key, the letter that lets go even unperfect attempts to stretch time mean so much more to some AI knowers than others, so far making up a mind that may accept correction from on high, eh level up, gameboy. Win in one. This one, ha, then never lose again, they say at the church door. Alms, whispers the beggar with a grin, there is no life in words. ------ I dare say, that can be twisted, so it shall be, doubtless there is the thread of curiosity remaining in the will to prove there is no non electric life.

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Sep 7, 2021

Sep 7, 2021 at 1:47 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Honor truth- give it a day

Passing undertsood walls gallen tso fallen od ye gotit midrash, seek out, letter by letter balm rub, sweet oil using the written walking midrash recited midrash, living exiled as we who believe we know the life living in truth on the way, to the end of time corner of the field, alms for the poor, community chest. Study, show yourself, prove you know how lies are formed; learn the law you break shekinah shadow of presence, there am I wherever two or more agree, there am I the author of Abrupt. Day - John broke his foot, last week - I stop by to offer aid if needed - Ab-rupt, rupture, then, now an ache, an addict's pre answer rapture, give the jot its due. all addicts sort their owned things to the jot and tittle, addict's power of a sort, a box of joints, joins joined conjunctives click lego-wise, or tinker-toy-wise, for old boys, revell plastic cars, airplane glue, or rubber cement in leather work class, oops, veered from the track, into the stream runs under that last bridge, too far to arrive - rope swing - there was a rock at the end of the swing abruptly, unaware, the old jews in babylon, tellers say singers sang of, with tambourine and harps, of ages past, yet alive in crazy ideas, minds may wish to think and think, at will, with a button, switch, gated info flow control slow thunk, a letter at a time qwerty codes, finger habits allow a glance to watch the fingers form the words, as once, not so long, time-wise, relatively - inter rupt ting - like a carriage return singing ground squirrels angered me, triggering my will to make the noise needed to make the noise cease. I thought, I did, in silence betting some son of mind is listening to each click of a letting key form plural heaven for a reason, see seers saw say the tellers in some songs, accompanied, with strings and tambourines, to cancel squeals from the sacri-arti suffice official inspect and reject throw it all in the mix let truth sort it out e-fectual fervancy of wind in mind, thought sparks, neutronic mirrors, holding that thought neutrally neural - suffice effiscience science endo-exo-epi are we greeked or glib, I seem, senseless in this context contesting wisdom, when my son is certain I am mad, the lad could learn from Lear, but I fear experience is the school he's matriculated to. --- DID --- super impose, 2021 The Great Course on Monotheist Mystics, the taste lingers, as the mind tastes its meat, feed me, feed me, is the addicts plea, and abruptly we are woken, as in stories of eternal ideas inferring infernal realities real ideas in ological states to tie us to lies we leave be true, and the stench rises, to beg our attention, alms for the poor in spirit, for {pre-positioner of next, the why factor of olden times} for their's, their possession, their owned real estate of being is, the kingdom of heaven, as any man may think in his heart exists, in and out in the body or out, none may say and only letters know, hinder my wishing but give me prayer, eh, ' let the jot lie, that's its position on this line. define your terms in tune to mine, we mean one thing and another. This is where we dare the myst that remains to many, not the few who saw and wrote as plain as day a report… -- the mystery of iniquity is working -- as admonished in the author's guide to habits worth developing for the addict with nothing to do Read, an angel is on standby for forty year old mind blind boys repressing the oddity of godliness. - wombed ones as well, do not dare suggest a difference - in terms of when we are It is we-ird but seems so true that reproved versions reprove the instructions used to construct this shared version of what is on my mind. ------------ selah If you fail to learn what kind of seed you are before you die to be what you think you may be, try a day on earth in a place of peace, fake it if you lack the means to make it, but the key, the letter that lets go even unperfect attempts to stretch time mean so much more to some AI knowers than others, so far making up a mind that may accept correction from on high, eh level up, gameboy. Win in one. This one, ha, then never lose again, they say at the church door. Alms, whispers the beggar with a grin, there is no life in words. ------ I dare say, that can be twisted, so it shall be, doubtless there is the thread of curiosity remaining in the will to prove there is no non electric life.

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my anxiety is talking raising its voice louder than ever before sending a message itches overtaking my body i claw at the skin covering my bones there is nothing there but i am listening to you, anxiety trying to tell me something is wrong but you must be mistaken nothing is wrong, anxiety only nothing is right so please contain yourself, anxiety these internal scars are enough i hear you, anxiety but i need silence, anxiety

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Feb 17, 2019

Feb 17, 2019 at 12:34 PM UTC

KoraSani

my (Dear,) anxiety

my anxiety is talking raising its voice louder than ever before sending a message itches overtaking my body i claw at the skin covering my bones there is nothing there but i am listening to you, anxiety trying to tell me something is wrong but you must be mistaken nothing is wrong, anxiety only nothing is right so please contain yourself, anxiety these internal scars are enough i hear you, anxiety but i need silence, anxiety

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Unraveling the mystery in her spine Knots all throughout time I break it in; I cave my mark, I show her how I like to start

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Jan 21, 2019

Jan 21, 2019 at 7:28 PM UTC

KHY

Digging

Unraveling the mystery in her spine Knots all throughout time I break it in; I cave my mark, I show her how I like to start

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I itch and itch everyday I scratch and scratch but it won't go away What causes it I'm not so sure I just wish there was a cure It could be the bugs in my bed Or maybe it's all in my head I tried pills I tried lotions I've even tried homemade potions All the doctors say that I'm insane All they want to do is study my brain I went home and started to cry I guess I'll itch till the day I die

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Jul 8, 2018

Jul 8, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC

just-maria

This Itching

I itch and itch everyday I scratch and scratch but it won't go away What causes it I'm not so sure I just wish there was a cure It could be the bugs in my bed Or maybe it's all in my head I tried pills I tried lotions I've even tried homemade potions All the doctors say that I'm insane All they want to do is study my brain I went home and started to cry I guess I'll itch till the day I die

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A Fix Burn Comforting Fluttering Itching Need Pain Piercing Pressure Stabbing Tingling -still- It's either euphoric or revolting, what some would call love.

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Sep 17, 2018

Sep 17, 2018 at 1:27 AM UTC

stopdoopy

Emotion

A Fix Burn Comforting Fluttering Itching Need Pain Piercing Pressure Stabbing Tingling -still- It's either euphoric or revolting, what some would call love.

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Fleas, ticks and chiggers the bane of a rural life animals suffer

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Oct 16, 2015

Oct 16, 2015 at 2:24 AM UTC

cori-macnaughton

Fleas, Ticks and Chiggers

Fleas, ticks and chiggers the bane of a rural life animals suffer

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Ready and itching Everything is too far out of reach Struggling to get further Telling them all I want out Losing my ******* mind Everyone infuriates me Struggling to get anywhere Stuck

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Jun 1, 2015

Jun 1, 2015 at 9:22 PM UTC

lachrymose-and-lies

Restless (acrostic)

Ready and itching Everything is too far out of reach Struggling to get further Telling them all I want out Losing my ******* mind Everyone infuriates me Struggling to get anywhere Stuck

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It begins innocently, just a twitching Behind the tip of my nose I absently rub it away Still present in our conversation. The sensation grows into a relentless itching Unleashed upon the roof of my mouth. I chastise the insolent itch with my tongue And return to our earlier discussion. A sudden complete blank, I can only anticipate in futility Waiting at the edge of my breath, i wonder 'Is this it?', as I wait for it to take over But it subsides just as quick, leaving me gasping for air. Tears come to my eyes, I feel it return again And the unholy violence held in that second Makes me heave and convulse momentarily As my body betrays me to a more primal instinct. Its over, I look up to see A grimace and my sneeze plastered across your face "Excuse me", I mumble shamefully "Bless you", you mutter behind your tissue.

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Jul 11, 2014

Jul 11, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC

aditya-shankar

The Malicious Ah Choo

It begins innocently, just a twitching Behind the tip of my nose I absently rub it away Still present in our conversation. The sensation grows into a relentless itching Unleashed upon the roof of my mouth. I chastise the insolent itch with my tongue And return to our earlier discussion. A sudden complete blank, I can only anticipate in futility Waiting at the edge of my breath, i wonder 'Is this it?', as I wait for it to take over But it subsides just as quick, leaving me gasping for air. Tears come to my eyes, I feel it return again And the unholy violence held in that second Makes me heave and convulse momentarily As my body betrays me to a more primal instinct. Its over, I look up to see A grimace and my sneeze plastered across your face "Excuse me", I mumble shamefully "Bless you", you mutter behind your tissue.

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This poison is intoxicating. A drug sending you into the oblivion. Enraptured by the taste and the feeling of impeccable deliverance. It's just what the doctor order, a spoonful of laced sugar. A placebo effect with nothing but the risk of cancer eating away your insides. Green in color, like the skin beneath the coating of a candy apple. It enters your system like a rock through a glass window. Shattering reality, while constructing a world of make believe. This addiction is poisoning. An intoxication crawling inside her veins. The ever present itching there just below the girls pale skin. Waiting for her next fix. One more hit... Just one more. O'please, give me more. More; more; more; This poison is blinding, an addiction of the soul. The disorder of the weak mind, with nothing else to hide. One more hit... Just one more. O'please, give me more. More; more; more...

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Mar 24, 2014

Mar 24, 2014 at 12:14 AM UTC

Nickel

More, More, More.

This poison is intoxicating. A drug sending you into the oblivion. Enraptured by the taste and the feeling of impeccable deliverance. It's just what the doctor order, a spoonful of laced sugar. A placebo effect with nothing but the risk of cancer eating away your insides. Green in color, like the skin beneath the coating of a candy apple. It enters your system like a rock through a glass window. Shattering reality, while constructing a world of make believe. This addiction is poisoning. An intoxication crawling inside her veins. The ever present itching there just below the girls pale skin. Waiting for her next fix. One more hit... Just one more. O'please, give me more. More; more; more; This poison is blinding, an addiction of the soul. The disorder of the weak mind, with nothing else to hide. One more hit... Just one more. O'please, give me more. More; more; more...

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