#maggot - Hello Poetry

i writher in junk my shoes come pre-broken and my shirts newly old and yellow i am a tube within a tube organism who be really just livin’ off rice and beans and a lil tony’s if you know what i mean why all this effort to curate? when i can just sit and contemplate rotting and writhering here like a big ole chunky maggot

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Jul 13, 2024

Jul 13, 2024 at 11:15 AM UTC

ilo-1

junk maggot

i writher in junk my shoes come pre-broken and my shirts newly old and yellow i am a tube within a tube organism who be really just livin’ off rice and beans and a lil tony’s if you know what i mean why all this effort to curate? when i can just sit and contemplate rotting and writhering here like a big ole chunky maggot

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in my bones there is a rattling inside there are flies they lay their eggs in my hope and love and all the warm wet feelings i have the eggs hatch, the maggots feast, the flies grow up, and then they die "theres a rattling in my bones," i say the doctor does not look up from his papers "perhaps," my stomach tightens and i feel the maggots bite into me "you just need to lose some weight?" i thank the doctor for his time again he does not bother to notice my jaundice nor the stench of rotting fruit each step sounds like jingling keys i found fear in the sound once, and then comfort some days i barely hear it some days its so loud i cant hear anything else maybe one day itll go away or at least stay a consistent volume until then i do not walk "my bones," i tell the doctor. "they're fine." he tells me i ball my hands into shaking fists the corpses of flies bounce around inside my knuckles can he hear the noise? can he hear the rattling? in my mind i beat the doctor his skin is split and his bones are broken i eat the marrow my wings vibrate behind me i lay my eggs in his hope and love and all his warm wet feelings and curse him to live like me outside i smile i thank the doctor for his time again and i leave

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Jul 11, 2022

Jul 11, 2022 at 10:36 AM UTC

arlyah

life cycles

in my bones there is a rattling inside there are flies they lay their eggs in my hope and love and all the warm wet feelings i have the eggs hatch, the maggots feast, the flies grow up, and then they die "theres a rattling in my bones," i say the doctor does not look up from his papers "perhaps," my stomach tightens and i feel the maggots bite into me "you just need to lose some weight?" i thank the doctor for his time again he does not bother to notice my jaundice nor the stench of rotting fruit each step sounds like jingling keys i found fear in the sound once, and then comfort some days i barely hear it some days its so loud i cant hear anything else maybe one day itll go away or at least stay a consistent volume until then i do not walk "my bones," i tell the doctor. "they're fine." he tells me i ball my hands into shaking fists the corpses of flies bounce around inside my knuckles can he hear the noise? can he hear the rattling? in my mind i beat the doctor his skin is split and his bones are broken i eat the marrow my wings vibrate behind me i lay my eggs in his hope and love and all his warm wet feelings and curse him to live like me outside i smile i thank the doctor for his time again and i leave

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I'm standing straight But there are maggots in my marrow And I don't know how much longer I can pretend that my spine isn't about to break that I'm not about to collapse My bones are rotting away And there are maggots in the marrow And it's just a matter of time until I fall And the flies spill out of my mouth

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Oct 8, 2021

Oct 8, 2021 at 2:30 PM UTC

alupa

maggots in my marrow

I'm standing straight But there are maggots in my marrow And I don't know how much longer I can pretend that my spine isn't about to break that I'm not about to collapse My bones are rotting away And there are maggots in the marrow And it's just a matter of time until I fall And the flies spill out of my mouth

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you poisoned the tree now eat its rotting fruit the maggots in your stomach must eat

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May 5, 2019

May 5, 2019 at 8:39 AM UTC

latin

you or your creations

you poisoned the tree now eat its rotting fruit the maggots in your stomach must eat

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A man in a tailored suit A man eating rotten fruit One divorced three wives Two contrasting lives One is a lawyer The other a beggar I’m sure you think of the two of them, One is a hundred times better He’s in fine garments The other’s worn and tattered One’s dreams came true The other one’s shattered But none of that matters—why? How ‘bout you ask us, the maggot and the fly Because in the end —and we say this without shame A vagrant and a lawyer in death both taste the same

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Dec 30, 2016

Dec 30, 2016 at 12:31 PM UTC

dawntreader

The Taste Of...

A man in a tailored suit A man eating rotten fruit One divorced three wives Two contrasting lives One is a lawyer The other a beggar I’m sure you think of the two of them, One is a hundred times better He’s in fine garments The other’s worn and tattered One’s dreams came true The other one’s shattered But none of that matters—why? How ‘bout you ask us, the maggot and the fly Because in the end —and we say this without shame A vagrant and a lawyer in death both taste the same

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cringing every time they hear my name as if i am the one to fear. legless, mindless, callow worms but we are just children, waiting here in this stinking wound for our day to Fly. when we are older we will grow wings of intricate cellophane and leave this festering place. our six barbed legs to spread disease were given instead of a heart or brain. i happened upon a peculiar, bitter soul she hated me, i knew, but the taste of her skin was warm and chemical sweet and i couldn't resist her. seven million times larger than i she was a dangerous plaything. i watched her cut my brothers down, out of the air like a frenzied cat, a crazed look flashing in eyes; she screamed ad despite my lack of heart and pain i am sad to think they will never again Fly.

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Nov 13, 2014

Nov 13, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC

kaylaboyd

Maggot

cringing every time they hear my name as if i am the one to fear. legless, mindless, callow worms but we are just children, waiting here in this stinking wound for our day to Fly. when we are older we will grow wings of intricate cellophane and leave this festering place. our six barbed legs to spread disease were given instead of a heart or brain. i happened upon a peculiar, bitter soul she hated me, i knew, but the taste of her skin was warm and chemical sweet and i couldn't resist her. seven million times larger than i she was a dangerous plaything. i watched her cut my brothers down, out of the air like a frenzied cat, a crazed look flashing in eyes; she screamed ad despite my lack of heart and pain i am sad to think they will never again Fly.

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The plagiarist is somebody who loves the high regard. Talent less and lazy and lack a sense of working hard. Its easier to copy, take credit for another's trade because they lack accomplishment, it makes them feel afraid. Afraid, because of inadequacy in what they do or say they want the credit of their peers without a price too pay. Incompetent and shallow might cause these beasts to steal. They like to boast of mastery but of course this is not real Shameful in their thievery could never achieve the work they stole but perhaps when they're pretending this helps to make them feel whole. This should not make them happy. This should not make them glad. In fact it should reiterate that they are really, very sad!

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Sep 14, 2014

Sep 14, 2014 at 4:04 PM UTC

christopher-k-bayliss

The Plagiarist

The plagiarist is somebody who loves the high regard. Talent less and lazy and lack a sense of working hard. Its easier to copy, take credit for another's trade because they lack accomplishment, it makes them feel afraid. Afraid, because of inadequacy in what they do or say they want the credit of their peers without a price too pay. Incompetent and shallow might cause these beasts to steal. They like to boast of mastery but of course this is not real Shameful in their thievery could never achieve the work they stole but perhaps when they're pretending this helps to make them feel whole. This should not make them happy. This should not make them glad. In fact it should reiterate that they are really, very sad!

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