#perscription - Hello Poetry

I tried to be Insta-famous Insecurities celebrated Half naked, for the attention High on pillies, money, vacation With every notification Filling the void behind my left breast I worked for it With body goals like this Rock solid abs Icon: fire and 100% A whole snack A girl that don't crack Strip on that pic Like Cardi B on that pole Dancing around men With the only goal of getting rich Hurt them Slight curl at the corner of my pillow lips Ruin them Feed the feed with self-admiration It was the meds or was it? Inner ego Remain incognito Only every other photo Only then you can show How you could work that camera phone

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May 8, 2018

May 8, 2018 at 11:05 PM UTC

Daybydaye

Hello, ego

I tried to be Insta-famous Insecurities celebrated Half naked, for the attention High on pillies, money, vacation With every notification Filling the void behind my left breast I worked for it With body goals like this Rock solid abs Icon: fire and 100% A whole snack A girl that don't crack Strip on that pic Like Cardi B on that pole Dancing around men With the only goal of getting rich Hurt them Slight curl at the corner of my pillow lips Ruin them Feed the feed with self-admiration It was the meds or was it? Inner ego Remain incognito Only every other photo Only then you can show How you could work that camera phone

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I'd feel so at home in Wyoming; Married to my television Cigarettes for breakfast I'm at peace with my shaking Clipping branches of my tree To feed my precious pets I never played the game Rolling dice around my teeth But I keep my eyes on the window Let the creeping wind in my belly Be all that makes sense Thrown like a doll in the corner Unblinking for the longest time Measured by the shift and click Twisted legs coiled like cables Sealing Matthew into his box America's fables never spoken Her reputation and misadventures undeserved Fit like latex on an amateur surgeon My cardboard house unfolded Everything in a tanned leather briefcase I just forgot the combination 827 - 125 and the button slides Why can't I leave my things in a crate And ship myself off to a Grecian island? I could be sung to sleep Just as in my room But now, my dear Johnny, Oldboy, It's gloaming on Elysium My chest is still beaten upon I file the cold edges round Empty another carton and call it a day

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Feb 18, 2018

Feb 18, 2018 at 12:27 AM UTC

andy-randell

Peace Before Noon

I'd feel so at home in Wyoming; Married to my television Cigarettes for breakfast I'm at peace with my shaking Clipping branches of my tree To feed my precious pets I never played the game Rolling dice around my teeth But I keep my eyes on the window Let the creeping wind in my belly Be all that makes sense Thrown like a doll in the corner Unblinking for the longest time Measured by the shift and click Twisted legs coiled like cables Sealing Matthew into his box America's fables never spoken Her reputation and misadventures undeserved Fit like latex on an amateur surgeon My cardboard house unfolded Everything in a tanned leather briefcase I just forgot the combination 827 - 125 and the button slides Why can't I leave my things in a crate And ship myself off to a Grecian island? I could be sung to sleep Just as in my room But now, my dear Johnny, Oldboy, It's gloaming on Elysium My chest is still beaten upon I file the cold edges round Empty another carton and call it a day

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Through anxiety's loss, I entered a shop, And was introduced to my new friend, Ambien We couldn't keep our hands off each other, So I kissed her twice before leaving the store. We then went on a little walk, I wanted to know more about her but I really had to read into it. We arrived home at my girlfriends house, Surprisingly, to my luck, everybody enjoyed Ambien being around. She gave everybody a good laugh, And seemed always warm and welcoming to the point, in which we would become confused. One evening after spending too much time with Ambie. My brain began to, ooze and melt from too much affection. Arguing with walls, countless eyes, all staring at me. Talking to ghosts, asking them to leave. As I woke up that night, I looked to my right. To realize Amber had left me. Going through casual short terms monthly. I still find pieces of her, and I'm clueless Do I ingest or understand that the past is the past. Am I more comfortable now or was I too comfortable then?

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Feb 5, 2015

Feb 5, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC

pokkuri

Ambien Arbitrary

Through anxiety's loss, I entered a shop, And was introduced to my new friend, Ambien We couldn't keep our hands off each other, So I kissed her twice before leaving the store. We then went on a little walk, I wanted to know more about her but I really had to read into it. We arrived home at my girlfriends house, Surprisingly, to my luck, everybody enjoyed Ambien being around. She gave everybody a good laugh, And seemed always warm and welcoming to the point, in which we would become confused. One evening after spending too much time with Ambie. My brain began to, ooze and melt from too much affection. Arguing with walls, countless eyes, all staring at me. Talking to ghosts, asking them to leave. As I woke up that night, I looked to my right. To realize Amber had left me. Going through casual short terms monthly. I still find pieces of her, and I'm clueless Do I ingest or understand that the past is the past. Am I more comfortable now or was I too comfortable then?

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