#scrambled - Hello Poetry

I passed you and dapped you, Then in the second we were, I asked you, Good thing I got to redo it, Stuck Our Right Up

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Feb 10, 2025

Feb 10, 2025 at 9:38 AM UTC

AbbottJHardison

Scrapbook Poem #122

I passed you and dapped you, Then in the second we were, I asked you, Good thing I got to redo it, Stuck Our Right Up

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Life, detour to death. Yet when scrambled around, it’s Death, detour to life.

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Feb 12, 2024

Feb 12, 2024 at 10:19 PM UTC

lUlowol7

Scrambled Eggs

Life, detour to death. Yet when scrambled around, it’s Death, detour to life.

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it's like feeling eyes on me at all times like angels tracing my moves four heads turning my way i can't move they'll catch on i'm held beneath my own breath not a sound no release i can't get up just to pass on the baton just to trace the angelic figure but i don't move there i can't move there i can't be seen heard eyes all around limbs straight watching me lord there is no lord

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Apr 6, 2020

Apr 6, 2020 at 11:55 AM UTC

hecate

biblically correct

it's like feeling eyes on me at all times like angels tracing my moves four heads turning my way i can't move they'll catch on i'm held beneath my own breath not a sound no release i can't get up just to pass on the baton just to trace the angelic figure but i don't move there i can't move there i can't be seen heard eyes all around limbs straight watching me lord there is no lord

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history prefers legends to men it prefers nobility to brutality it prefers soaring speeches to quiet deeds it remembers the battle and forgets the blood whatever history remembers of me if it remembers anything at all. i shall always think of myself as a man well, just a MAN

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Dec 8, 2019

Dec 8, 2019 at 1:40 PM UTC

tma_rtin

Orientation

history prefers legends to men it prefers nobility to brutality it prefers soaring speeches to quiet deeds it remembers the battle and forgets the blood whatever history remembers of me if it remembers anything at all. i shall always think of myself as a man well, just a MAN

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Seven billion poets and rising. Fourteen billion ears and no one can hear. If my words go unread and my voice goes unheard, did I ever exist. I don't know if a bear did but I did when I was camping. If we call the start a big bang when it goes will it be the little whimper or the even bigger bang? Is it true that ****** shoes are nailed on? I used to be on hormone therapy.... but she put up her prices.

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Mar 16, 2019

Mar 16, 2019 at 8:50 AM UTC

tony-tweedy

More Random Trash

Seven billion poets and rising. Fourteen billion ears and no one can hear. If my words go unread and my voice goes unheard, did I ever exist. I don't know if a bear did but I did when I was camping. If we call the start a big bang when it goes will it be the little whimper or the even bigger bang? Is it true that ****** shoes are nailed on? I used to be on hormone therapy.... but she put up her prices.

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I stood and took my bearings my mind bare of thought. Into my view came a bear bearing a ******** The ******** on the bear back was bare. Barely had I seen them when their bearings altered. Bearing straight for me I barely had time to bear away. Beyond me now and bearing for the Bering Strait. I watched a bare bottom and a bear bottom bearing straight for there. Re-telling this is barely bearable and certainly more than most can bear. I know not what became of the bear and the bare ******** but at least Ive got this stuff out of my head.... sorry if its left you bearing the pain.

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Mar 14, 2019

Mar 14, 2019 at 11:34 PM UTC

tony-tweedy

When Bears Attack

I stood and took my bearings my mind bare of thought. Into my view came a bear bearing a ******** The ******** on the bear back was bare. Barely had I seen them when their bearings altered. Bearing straight for me I barely had time to bear away. Beyond me now and bearing for the Bering Strait. I watched a bare bottom and a bear bottom bearing straight for there. Re-telling this is barely bearable and certainly more than most can bear. I know not what became of the bear and the bare ******** but at least Ive got this stuff out of my head.... sorry if its left you bearing the pain.

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she made art to unscramble the tangled lines of madness that screamed in her head and to transfer the insanity onto a canvas that wore it better

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Jul 2, 2018

Jul 2, 2018 at 1:08 AM UTC

KNBrown

Madness in Artwork

she made art to unscramble the tangled lines of madness that screamed in her head and to transfer the insanity onto a canvas that wore it better

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Confidence is going out in short shorts With legs a gradient of egg white to fried egg Too bad this yolk will not break Trapped in the shell eternally.

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Jun 29, 2018

Jun 29, 2018 at 5:41 PM UTC

EvilShredder

Scrambled Confidence

Confidence is going out in short shorts With legs a gradient of egg white to fried egg Too bad this yolk will not break Trapped in the shell eternally.

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A love so fragile That it hurts when I breathe Shattered memories Swept by the breeze A love so scrambled That it leaves me confused My heart’s been abused Black and blue bruised A love so tangled That it ends up in knots A tied-up blood clot Starting to rot A love so unraveled That it loses control A physical toll Burnt on my soul A love so fragile That is breaks when I try Starting to know why I do nothing but cry.

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May 25, 2018

May 25, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC

ValeLuna

Delicate Love

A love so fragile That it hurts when I breathe Shattered memories Swept by the breeze A love so scrambled That it leaves me confused My heart’s been abused Black and blue bruised A love so tangled That it ends up in knots A tied-up blood clot Starting to rot A love so unraveled That it loses control A physical toll Burnt on my soul A love so fragile That is breaks when I try Starting to know why I do nothing but cry.

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The torrential wind blew my brain around my neck, Like a whiplashed skewer, Crooked and bending in ways wood should not.

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Mar 19, 2018

Mar 19, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC

kathrynrose

Scrambled Eggs

The torrential wind blew my brain around my neck, Like a whiplashed skewer, Crooked and bending in ways wood should not.

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His endless fall of tears slip through the space between her delicate glass fingers, drop by drop falling on to the white cushion A chirping tune swims through the moss covered wall He remembers that tune, that tune he fell for so very quickly He wonders how this tune always kept the same floral melody but would adjust its harmony to converse with his thoughts, those thoughts that would try to sew through to his speech, never showing thread, only a thin needle His tears have now formed a puddle, but foolishly he does not pay the slightest attention to this ever so growing puddle She whispers "pour yourself a drink you will feel better" He listens and soon he has a drink in his left hand He takes a sip, his lips burn, the liquid feels like grains of sand to his throat The drink has now dampened his thoughts, the threads are now wet, the fibers are separating The tears still fall drop by drop but now he is oblivious to the tears His room is now an aquarium of sorrow and the floral tune is muffled by the salt water The girl hopes to dilute the growing salt water with her bitter desert alcohol but soon they will both drown in their concoction of tears and liquor

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Oct 9, 2017

Oct 9, 2017 at 10:15 AM UTC

christiaan-maritz

Tears and Liquor

His endless fall of tears slip through the space between her delicate glass fingers, drop by drop falling on to the white cushion A chirping tune swims through the moss covered wall He remembers that tune, that tune he fell for so very quickly He wonders how this tune always kept the same floral melody but would adjust its harmony to converse with his thoughts, those thoughts that would try to sew through to his speech, never showing thread, only a thin needle His tears have now formed a puddle, but foolishly he does not pay the slightest attention to this ever so growing puddle She whispers "pour yourself a drink you will feel better" He listens and soon he has a drink in his left hand He takes a sip, his lips burn, the liquid feels like grains of sand to his throat The drink has now dampened his thoughts, the threads are now wet, the fibers are separating The tears still fall drop by drop but now he is oblivious to the tears His room is now an aquarium of sorrow and the floral tune is muffled by the salt water The girl hopes to dilute the growing salt water with her bitter desert alcohol but soon they will both drown in their concoction of tears and liquor

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It's not that I'm blaming you It's not that I'm shaming you I'm trying to fit the pieces in my mind, So I could keep from framing you. I don't know what religion is Who or what to believe in Hot 'n cold, My faith changes like the seasons. Our puzzle pieces scrambled I swear I had it handled Somewhere along the way, We flew off the handle. Landed feet first You would've thought my feet hurt But I slipped on gravel, And ****** up my t-shirt

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May 19, 2016

May 19, 2016 at 2:57 PM UTC

sandra-alexis

Picture Perfect

It's not that I'm blaming you It's not that I'm shaming you I'm trying to fit the pieces in my mind, So I could keep from framing you. I don't know what religion is Who or what to believe in Hot 'n cold, My faith changes like the seasons. Our puzzle pieces scrambled I swear I had it handled Somewhere along the way, We flew off the handle. Landed feet first You would've thought my feet hurt But I slipped on gravel, And ****** up my t-shirt

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Sweet and seductive The twilight Can I come in? No need to worry Frustrated moments Tempting lies Please don't scream I'll be discrete Caresses recollected Old embraces ********** and bathos Fur instead of hair Movements in a mirror Time for breakfast The appearance of a peach Fried sentences Scrambled words Rhyming couplets Tea and coffee Contradictory conversations Flee from open mouths.

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Sep 29, 2014

Sep 29, 2014 at 12:47 AM UTC

kenneth-walter-simpson

Virtuosity

Sweet and seductive The twilight Can I come in? No need to worry Frustrated moments Tempting lies Please don't scream I'll be discrete Caresses recollected Old embraces ********** and bathos Fur instead of hair Movements in a mirror Time for breakfast The appearance of a peach Fried sentences Scrambled words Rhyming couplets Tea and coffee Contradictory conversations Flee from open mouths.

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