#ohboy - Hello Poetry

Bzzz. My head jimmies like a key with Tourette's and I feel what can only be described as a sour taste in my ears. If that's even possible. Bzzzz. My shoulders **** up like mountainous pimples, that appear from nowhere, that I struggle to flatten. If that's even possible. Bzzzzz. My hands are now styrofoam talons at my desk, envious of others' measly yet cranberry soaked toothpicks. Mine almost comfort that son of a ***** How is this possible? Bzzzzzz. I shut my eyes, and I hope he has dropped dead. Though his black and yellow stripes should put him behind bars, he is here to stay in that never-ending cursed halo around my head. How is he possible?

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Mar 3, 2018

Mar 3, 2018 at 4:06 AM UTC

chatterbox

Allergic to Bee(s)

Bzzz. My head jimmies like a key with Tourette's and I feel what can only be described as a sour taste in my ears. If that's even possible. Bzzzz. My shoulders **** up like mountainous pimples, that appear from nowhere, that I struggle to flatten. If that's even possible. Bzzzzz. My hands are now styrofoam talons at my desk, envious of others' measly yet cranberry soaked toothpicks. Mine almost comfort that son of a ***** How is this possible? Bzzzzzz. I shut my eyes, and I hope he has dropped dead. Though his black and yellow stripes should put him behind bars, he is here to stay in that never-ending cursed halo around my head. How is he possible?

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I wonder what it takes to be like you So blinded by the lies you think are true In confidence, you strut your ridged plain Unaware that you are walking on a plank Fear Worn like sheer took to wind and away I wonder Are you happy when alone? Do thoughts of Doubt reveal themselves at home? emotions suppressed, do they flood the surface Of the barge you have built to resist Growing large demons form in a cyst You stand and call yourself a man, but Oh Boy, I have met your kind before Stuck in your ways like a kid on a train Riding tracks that have no end in store Oh Boy, you are in for a ride I wonder why it is you choose not to see A world as it is, as you are, Just be free From the armor of ignorance you wear outwardly Grab at the chance to wash rust from The skin underneath Your perception like chainmail, linked with deception, traps truth that is needing to breathe You think you know the lay of the land, but Oh Boy, I have met your kind before Stuck in your ways like a kid on a train Riding tracks that have no end in store Oh Boy, aren't you in for a ride Oh Boy, You walk on a bridge made of sand Hallucinate the belief you've found land But what will you do when your men turn to you, and you realize you're without a plan Oh Boy, where then do you stand? Stuck in your ways like a kid on a train Oh Boy, you are in for a ride

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Sep 14, 2017

Sep 14, 2017 at 3:22 PM UTC

samgp

Oh Boy

I wonder what it takes to be like you So blinded by the lies you think are true In confidence, you strut your ridged plain Unaware that you are walking on a plank Fear Worn like sheer took to wind and away I wonder Are you happy when alone? Do thoughts of Doubt reveal themselves at home? emotions suppressed, do they flood the surface Of the barge you have built to resist Growing large demons form in a cyst You stand and call yourself a man, but Oh Boy, I have met your kind before Stuck in your ways like a kid on a train Riding tracks that have no end in store Oh Boy, you are in for a ride I wonder why it is you choose not to see A world as it is, as you are, Just be free From the armor of ignorance you wear outwardly Grab at the chance to wash rust from The skin underneath Your perception like chainmail, linked with deception, traps truth that is needing to breathe You think you know the lay of the land, but Oh Boy, I have met your kind before Stuck in your ways like a kid on a train Riding tracks that have no end in store Oh Boy, aren't you in for a ride Oh Boy, You walk on a bridge made of sand Hallucinate the belief you've found land But what will you do when your men turn to you, and you realize you're without a plan Oh Boy, where then do you stand? Stuck in your ways like a kid on a train Oh Boy, you are in for a ride

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We talk and I sit there looking at you but your mind has wandered off again, I have lost your attention and your wasting it on some one who does not care “Not like I care” “Not like I care” “Not like I care" my mind screams

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Jan 9, 2015

Jan 9, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC

sophia5b

Cute boy pt.2

We talk and I sit there looking at you but your mind has wandered off again, I have lost your attention and your wasting it on some one who does not care “Not like I care” “Not like I care” “Not like I care" my mind screams

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