#pressed - Hello Poetry

Your presence Sends shutters down my spine, An indescribable feeling Made of fear and confusing pain. An overwhelming feeling Wanting to scream and shout Help, Help.

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Nov 27, 2020

Nov 27, 2020 at 4:52 AM UTC

mynarrative

you

Your presence Sends shutters down my spine, An indescribable feeling Made of fear and confusing pain. An overwhelming feeling Wanting to scream and shout Help, Help.

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Hatred and pettiness drives you Love and greatness is my pedal • Our outfits are our outlook We both wear red hats But you’re dressed in hatred I’m draped in a lovely bucket • The car I drive is as rusted as your heart You stare at a windshield of revenge Wiper blades pass by rain that you’ve dropped my way The lights I shine dance Your headlights are dim While we both dress to impress You stunt because you’re pressed I shine through love to careless

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Jul 22, 2020

Jul 22, 2020 at 10:43 PM UTC

Bullet

Untitled

Hatred and pettiness drives you Love and greatness is my pedal • Our outfits are our outlook We both wear red hats But you’re dressed in hatred I’m draped in a lovely bucket • The car I drive is as rusted as your heart You stare at a windshield of revenge Wiper blades pass by rain that you’ve dropped my way The lights I shine dance Your headlights are dim While we both dress to impress You stunt because you’re pressed I shine through love to careless

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Pour the coffee please Coffee wakes up the senses I need the black bean Dry roasted and pressed Ground to make the very best Energizing beans Brian Hill - 2019 # 196

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Aug 5, 2019

Aug 5, 2019 at 9:26 PM UTC

halfpac11

Coffee - Haiku

Pour the coffee please Coffee wakes up the senses I need the black bean Dry roasted and pressed Ground to make the very best Energizing beans Brian Hill - 2019 # 196

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If there was a button to erase existence... Good memories Bad memories All that lives within existence Everything you care and lack care about Gone and devalued... Would you press it?

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Dec 6, 2018

Dec 6, 2018 at 5:58 PM UTC

PeacefulMoth

May The Storm Come

If there was a button to erase existence... Good memories Bad memories All that lives within existence Everything you care and lack care about Gone and devalued... Would you press it?

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Pressed between two walls of written words; Barely breathing between paragraphs of love and hate; Drying out between words of confusion; My petals are dropping and we are none the wiser.

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Oct 11, 2016

Oct 11, 2016 at 2:25 PM UTC

xmxrgxncy

flowering

Pressed between two walls of written words; Barely breathing between paragraphs of love and hate; Drying out between words of confusion; My petals are dropping and we are none the wiser.

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