#lil - Hello Poetry

i almost had a midlife crisis and dyed my hair a soft baby pink it woulda been pretty pair it with a tattoo under my eye a broken heart on one side a sparkling star on the other but then i thought to myself, it’s not exactly a midlife crisis if i’m only 16 more of a quarter life crisis not nearly as dramatic so i settled for painting my nails pink instead

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Jul 22, 2019

Jul 22, 2019 at 12:49 AM UTC

InsideMyHead

hellboy

i almost had a midlife crisis and dyed my hair a soft baby pink it woulda been pretty pair it with a tattoo under my eye a broken heart on one side a sparkling star on the other but then i thought to myself, it’s not exactly a midlife crisis if i’m only 16 more of a quarter life crisis not nearly as dramatic so i settled for painting my nails pink instead

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"Officer, why didn't you tase me?"

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Jun 22, 2018

Jun 22, 2018 at 8:54 AM UTC

lilheathen

If He Was Alive, He'd Say

"Officer, why didn't you tase me?"

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I can't wait till the end of the day When daddy's home and we get to play!

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May 10, 2018

May 10, 2018 at 10:53 AM UTC

Aliceinchains

Daddy

I can't wait till the end of the day When daddy's home and we get to play!

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"Doing nothing's never nothing when it's something with you."

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Nov 26, 2017

Nov 26, 2017 at 12:14 PM UTC

joshw

Molly - LD

"Doing nothing's never nothing when it's something with you."

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After Danez Smith's Dinosaurs in the Hood Let's make a movie called Lil Peep In Heaven Transpotting meets 8 Mile meets six xanax bars There should be a scene where Lil Peep climbs up a few flights of Stairs and makes it to the pearly gates, because there has to be pearly Gates Don't let Bella Thorne star in this. In her version she tongue-kisses Peep, Chews scenery in platform boots and bright pink Ripped jeans. **** that, Peep has a tattoo removed By a saint, his laser is proof of all that is good I want a scene where Peep throws his pill bottles At Ganesha, a scene where Allah tells Peep he'll Rot in his grave forever if he doesn't stop His antics. Don't let GothBoiClique hold a Funeral for Gustav. I don't want any of that Sentimental **** about love and how life is too Short. This movie is about a man/boytoy/ugly and dying thing, Restarting his life with all the real-ass gods and patron saints and Deities Of every religion and every afterlife I don't want some funny, dreadhead living in LA with a tattooed stick And poke commanding presence. This is not a vehicle for someone to Play Peep, this is a vehicle for Peep to play himself.] I want his ******* white or not, praying. I want them far from their Knees. I want Lil Peep to ride in a Benz truck down from the clouds, Screaming with spittle flying from his mouth the entire time. I want Layla to post another video of Gustav slapping pans together Like a child. And I want Peep to see it all. But this can't be a death movie. This can't be a death movie. This Movie can't be dismissed because it's too dark, or that a dead man is Playing the leading role. This movie can't be about crying, or cause people to cry. This movie can't be about a long history of emo coming To an end. This movie can't be about dying. No one can say Peep is a pill-popping ******* who deserved his death Who wouldn't say it to his cadaver. No big pharmacy jokes in this movie. No bar, capsules or gels in the heroes, and Lil Peep never dies & Lil Peep never dies & Lil Peep never dies. Besides, the only reason I want to make this movie is for the first scene anyway; Lil Peep climbing up the cloudy stairs, his eyes dilated & empty the heaven before him filled with congratulations

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Nov 17, 2017

Nov 17, 2017 at 10:47 PM UTC

soph

Lil Peep In Heaven

After Danez Smith's Dinosaurs in the Hood Let's make a movie called Lil Peep In Heaven Transpotting meets 8 Mile meets six xanax bars There should be a scene where Lil Peep climbs up a few flights of Stairs and makes it to the pearly gates, because there has to be pearly Gates Don't let Bella Thorne star in this. In her version she tongue-kisses Peep, Chews scenery in platform boots and bright pink Ripped jeans. **** that, Peep has a tattoo removed By a saint, his laser is proof of all that is good I want a scene where Peep throws his pill bottles At Ganesha, a scene where Allah tells Peep he'll Rot in his grave forever if he doesn't stop His antics. Don't let GothBoiClique hold a Funeral for Gustav. I don't want any of that Sentimental **** about love and how life is too Short. This movie is about a man/boytoy/ugly and dying thing, Restarting his life with all the real-ass gods and patron saints and Deities Of every religion and every afterlife I don't want some funny, dreadhead living in LA with a tattooed stick And poke commanding presence. This is not a vehicle for someone to Play Peep, this is a vehicle for Peep to play himself.] I want his ******* white or not, praying. I want them far from their Knees. I want Lil Peep to ride in a Benz truck down from the clouds, Screaming with spittle flying from his mouth the entire time. I want Layla to post another video of Gustav slapping pans together Like a child. And I want Peep to see it all. But this can't be a death movie. This can't be a death movie. This Movie can't be dismissed because it's too dark, or that a dead man is Playing the leading role. This movie can't be about crying, or cause people to cry. This movie can't be about a long history of emo coming To an end. This movie can't be about dying. No one can say Peep is a pill-popping ******* who deserved his death Who wouldn't say it to his cadaver. No big pharmacy jokes in this movie. No bar, capsules or gels in the heroes, and Lil Peep never dies & Lil Peep never dies & Lil Peep never dies. Besides, the only reason I want to make this movie is for the first scene anyway; Lil Peep climbing up the cloudy stairs, his eyes dilated & empty the heaven before him filled with congratulations

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rejection We always avoid meeting ourselves, Morning alarms alerting us to be ourselves. Talent extic, fossil buried in our bodies. Watching it resurrect every morning, To die again when the world look at what we are and tell us we are not And we believed. When I come back home I visited mirror again, Words turned bullet, What will I say happened to my face, Why is my finger still has no ring on it, What's the snow in my head, wait! Am I aging or its just side effects of rejection, "But you told that they can understand the man I am. So why are we talking to each other again?"

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Oct 8, 2017

Oct 8, 2017 at 4:04 AM UTC

bongani-malambule-sibanyoni

Mirror

rejection We always avoid meeting ourselves, Morning alarms alerting us to be ourselves. Talent extic, fossil buried in our bodies. Watching it resurrect every morning, To die again when the world look at what we are and tell us we are not And we believed. When I come back home I visited mirror again, Words turned bullet, What will I say happened to my face, Why is my finger still has no ring on it, What's the snow in my head, wait! Am I aging or its just side effects of rejection, "But you told that they can understand the man I am. So why are we talking to each other again?"

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i just want you to say that you're oh so sorry so we can stop this

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Aug 18, 2017

Aug 18, 2017 at 11:00 AM UTC

elinroberts

haiku

i just want you to say that you're oh so sorry so we can stop this

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Fractured Fairytales, Part Two, A sordid little tale for you....... Stranger Danger! Stranger Danger! Lil' Red Riding Hood, Alone in the woods, Stranger Danger! Stranger Danger! Who is this stranger? It's the Park Ranger! Is he up to no good? Prowling around in the woods? Stranger Danger! Stranger Danger! Lil' Red Riding Hood, Alone in the woods, He's thrown away her phone, Now Lil' Hood is not alone, Now he's up to good, Bad news for Lil' Red Riding Hood, Stranger Danger! Stranger Danger! Bad Park Ranger! Stranger Danger! He's turned her into a **** Now he's got her up the duff, Stranger Danger! Bad Park Ranger! Now she's a single mother, Should have had a better mother, Letting her walk alone in the woods, Bad handsome Park Ranger, Stranger Danger! Stranger Danger! A sordid little verse for you, That was Fractured Fairytales, Part Two.

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Jan 29, 2016

Jan 29, 2016 at 2:17 PM UTC

julie-grenness

FRACTURED FAIRYTALES, PART 2.

Fractured Fairytales, Part Two, A sordid little tale for you....... Stranger Danger! Stranger Danger! Lil' Red Riding Hood, Alone in the woods, Stranger Danger! Stranger Danger! Who is this stranger? It's the Park Ranger! Is he up to no good? Prowling around in the woods? Stranger Danger! Stranger Danger! Lil' Red Riding Hood, Alone in the woods, He's thrown away her phone, Now Lil' Hood is not alone, Now he's up to good, Bad news for Lil' Red Riding Hood, Stranger Danger! Stranger Danger! Bad Park Ranger! Stranger Danger! He's turned her into a **** Now he's got her up the duff, Stranger Danger! Bad Park Ranger! Now she's a single mother, Should have had a better mother, Letting her walk alone in the woods, Bad handsome Park Ranger, Stranger Danger! Stranger Danger! A sordid little verse for you, That was Fractured Fairytales, Part Two.

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5- Mr. Buddy wait for me..... 7- Time for dinner Mr. PP..... 5-Mr. Lake Minnetonka.......

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Apr 15, 2015

Apr 15, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC

mrbuddy

Wait for me (Haiku)

5- Mr. Buddy wait for me..... 7- Time for dinner Mr. PP..... 5-Mr. Lake Minnetonka.......

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The greatest cure for depression I have ever witnessed Is a tiny little cat named Lil Bub

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Oct 6, 2014

Oct 6, 2014 at 10:10 PM UTC

josh-bass

Emotional Support Animal

The greatest cure for depression I have ever witnessed Is a tiny little cat named Lil Bub

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Each day I fly far from the nest. Through commerce, through industry -- consumers of human identity, I pass unnoticed as if a shadow in a forest. My body lifts, made strong by your song, and the fire building in me flaring in my carrying me back feathers intact from the cracked cement and metal, bent -- the brambles that creep on our bodies in sleep.

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Jun 10, 2014

Jun 10, 2014 at 2:36 AM UTC

edmondguillaume

Work

Each day I fly far from the nest. Through commerce, through industry -- consumers of human identity, I pass unnoticed as if a shadow in a forest. My body lifts, made strong by your song, and the fire building in me flaring in my carrying me back feathers intact from the cracked cement and metal, bent -- the brambles that creep on our bodies in sleep.

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