#munchies - Hello Poetry

Fickle Done in mentioned light... Through and due the common, the still Notice of compliment, a comment of right None The more we save, from the proof of simplicity Story's and a sulking tree, the seldom of fun in the sun Turned to universality, with the eyes of anarchy Amend Sour and refined, refrain from the beauty of compel? The pout of another gift and the choice of feeling's substance Over the quiet since, that has become ours to weal... Things And the duty of a desire in worthing heaven, the hell of unity Given me, and the role of synchronicity a resolve, to sweeten Time is a daring host, to assure even the tiniest of needs, vicinity Arduous Threshold in the lime, the boding of every else, in the book Staid and remembering decorum, like a hell is every cause When we are the understanding home, to a willing look... Force Are we a stir of responsibility in the arms of voice, or its cope? Timid as we are, the calling of it all, is a wisdom's source? Look hard for a nature? when you can have a friend for it's love... Caring True to mellower stares, the throe of uncanny light Made from the none, are we to survive a decision, so faring The response of decency, that a swim with the devil, is also right... Liberty Loan the call, to me for a universe's song Trust is a walking might of the deed, asking the seldom, evil's Is it me, or the shade in a wishes stir, the tout we held all along?

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Oct 10, 2022

Oct 10, 2022 at 4:45 PM UTC

david-hilburn

I Found James Dean, In A Bottle Of Milk...

Fickle Done in mentioned light... Through and due the common, the still Notice of compliment, a comment of right None The more we save, from the proof of simplicity Story's and a sulking tree, the seldom of fun in the sun Turned to universality, with the eyes of anarchy Amend Sour and refined, refrain from the beauty of compel? The pout of another gift and the choice of feeling's substance Over the quiet since, that has become ours to weal... Things And the duty of a desire in worthing heaven, the hell of unity Given me, and the role of synchronicity a resolve, to sweeten Time is a daring host, to assure even the tiniest of needs, vicinity Arduous Threshold in the lime, the boding of every else, in the book Staid and remembering decorum, like a hell is every cause When we are the understanding home, to a willing look... Force Are we a stir of responsibility in the arms of voice, or its cope? Timid as we are, the calling of it all, is a wisdom's source? Look hard for a nature? when you can have a friend for it's love... Caring True to mellower stares, the throe of uncanny light Made from the none, are we to survive a decision, so faring The response of decency, that a swim with the devil, is also right... Liberty Loan the call, to me for a universe's song Trust is a walking might of the deed, asking the seldom, evil's Is it me, or the shade in a wishes stir, the tout we held all along?

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Maple syrup rain, drenches the Earth in sweetness; I awake hungry

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Oct 23, 2021

Oct 23, 2021 at 9:49 AM UTC

zoe-mae

Only a dream

Maple syrup rain, drenches the Earth in sweetness; I awake hungry

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poet. remember the harder you strive it will not get easier to say good bye to minds that go monster and munch on your magic poet. chose wisely which soul you ignite oh... and poet go help yourself, too to some life

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Jan 29, 2017

Jan 29, 2017 at 3:46 AM UTC

major-rity

help yourself, it's mindmade

poet. remember the harder you strive it will not get easier to say good bye to minds that go monster and munch on your magic poet. chose wisely which soul you ignite oh... and poet go help yourself, too to some life

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my eyes feel like they're gonna bleed and I can't get enough to eat 11/17/16 00:45

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Nov 17, 2016

Nov 17, 2016 at 9:02 AM UTC

colten-sorrells

004

my eyes feel like they're gonna bleed and I can't get enough to eat 11/17/16 00:45

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got lost and confused by the tint of green in your eyes that would make fresh, summer grass jealous and St. Patrick pass out on his own celebration. see i'm still learning how to be okay with things I cannot change about myself but I don't think it's ever been easy loving parts I've never asked for, but was dropped on me like the feeling of highness from those hits the thing I don't understand is how alright how content how proudly I would be able to love you when I never asked for you, yearned for you, but only stumbled upon you. every time i'm around and hear the sky open from the grace of your laugh it is as if you are wooing me closer and closer to heaven making me feel like a good man who's met his guardian angel something i'll wait a whole lifetime for.

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Sep 2, 2015

Sep 2, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC

eli9q

yeux verts

got lost and confused by the tint of green in your eyes that would make fresh, summer grass jealous and St. Patrick pass out on his own celebration. see i'm still learning how to be okay with things I cannot change about myself but I don't think it's ever been easy loving parts I've never asked for, but was dropped on me like the feeling of highness from those hits the thing I don't understand is how alright how content how proudly I would be able to love you when I never asked for you, yearned for you, but only stumbled upon you. every time i'm around and hear the sky open from the grace of your laugh it is as if you are wooing me closer and closer to heaven making me feel like a good man who's met his guardian angel something i'll wait a whole lifetime for.

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5 feet away, nomnom 5 minutes past 7 o'clock It's been five hours now since nomnom high on herbs Seeing the tasty food But deep in lazy Munchies and whispering voices ****** so much a lazy slob

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May 29, 2015

May 29, 2015 at 9:08 AM UTC

Yao

lazy on herbs

5 feet away, nomnom 5 minutes past 7 o'clock It's been five hours now since nomnom high on herbs Seeing the tasty food But deep in lazy Munchies and whispering voices ****** so much a lazy slob

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Colorado,Colorado, I wish I was in Colorado. Where puffers stand in line to have a good-old-time. I wish you were in Colorado and puff away your blues, and have a restful snooze. Where people laugh out loud and make their puffers' cloud. And people stop and stare into thought provoking air, and talk about the deeper things in life. Sensuous summer fills my mind between my munchies all the time. My tastebuds shout in glee with popcorn near my reach and soda made of peach. Colorado, Colorado, I hear you callin' me forget about that tree of good and evil be. And smoke away-at times- those nasty nursery rhymes cramped between folders made of black. Colorado,Colorado, I wish I was in Colorado to get a mountain high. Where puffers' stand in line to have a good-old-time... Since not allowed to light we're allowed to write: "Let the **** reign forever"

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Aug 24, 2014

Aug 24, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC

rw-dennen

Freedom-to-puff A Midwestern poem

Colorado,Colorado, I wish I was in Colorado. Where puffers stand in line to have a good-old-time. I wish you were in Colorado and puff away your blues, and have a restful snooze. Where people laugh out loud and make their puffers' cloud. And people stop and stare into thought provoking air, and talk about the deeper things in life. Sensuous summer fills my mind between my munchies all the time. My tastebuds shout in glee with popcorn near my reach and soda made of peach. Colorado, Colorado, I hear you callin' me forget about that tree of good and evil be. And smoke away-at times- those nasty nursery rhymes cramped between folders made of black. Colorado,Colorado, I wish I was in Colorado to get a mountain high. Where puffers' stand in line to have a good-old-time... Since not allowed to light we're allowed to write: "Let the **** reign forever"

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