#stimulants - Hello Poetry

Around man hangs a shell through which no one thinks about the gorges Everything so easy and accessible like the life of a king shown at a school performance Happiness appeared right after taking it You don't worry about anything like just after your arrival When you were little, innocent in the adult world, you are no longer blameless And to forget, you take it like everyday life that poisons you, you can believe me for sure

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Jan 10, 2025

Jan 10, 2025 at 3:23 PM UTC

Zagryzka

Escape from guilt

Around man hangs a shell through which no one thinks about the gorges Everything so easy and accessible like the life of a king shown at a school performance Happiness appeared right after taking it You don't worry about anything like just after your arrival When you were little, innocent in the adult world, you are no longer blameless And to forget, you take it like everyday life that poisons you, you can believe me for sure

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can you hit me? fill my cup? I can never get enough

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Jan 17, 2019

Jan 17, 2019 at 12:05 AM UTC

breanna-evans

coffee

can you hit me? fill my cup? I can never get enough

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Last class: Muddled mind and bleary eyed Concentration took a fall Find a hollow - crawl inside Lost the pills to Now-Tow Hall Benzos - always second choice Wear my Kpen like a shawl Want to whine with all my voice GIVE ME BACK MY ADDERALL This class: **Iris in on what's inside Orange bottle of enthrall Guidance, I will not abide my true love - oh adderall Tweaking out with pupils wide Shrink my presence, oh so small, Temptations I will all abide Personified a mere rag doll.**

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Jan 23, 2016

Jan 23, 2016 at 8:31 AM UTC

Maples

AtHerAll - Afterall

Last class: Muddled mind and bleary eyed Concentration took a fall Find a hollow - crawl inside Lost the pills to Now-Tow Hall Benzos - always second choice Wear my Kpen like a shawl Want to whine with all my voice GIVE ME BACK MY ADDERALL This class: **Iris in on what's inside Orange bottle of enthrall Guidance, I will not abide my true love - oh adderall Tweaking out with pupils wide Shrink my presence, oh so small, Temptations I will all abide Personified a mere rag doll.**

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Consume speed, rid auxiliary weight— no love handles, no fat from rearview— just frame, pumping heart, place where man can sit. Muffin-top women watch me quiver under skin, unshakable desire to chew fat from their bodies— never know if I’d swallow or spit.

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Jun 9, 2015

Jun 9, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC

colleen-lyons

Atrophy

Consume speed, rid auxiliary weight— no love handles, no fat from rearview— just frame, pumping heart, place where man can sit. Muffin-top women watch me quiver under skin, unshakable desire to chew fat from their bodies— never know if I’d swallow or spit.

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Is it worse, being it that my plight has no doors? The line of sight agreeing with- stand failure to converse, despite seeing the design I fight myself with my own curse: to die of thirst while they ignore the gasping they have heard before. I might have given more. I might have given more.

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May 18, 2015

May 18, 2015 at 6:18 AM UTC

atypnoc

withdRx

Is it worse, being it that my plight has no doors? The line of sight agreeing with- stand failure to converse, despite seeing the design I fight myself with my own curse: to die of thirst while they ignore the gasping they have heard before. I might have given more. I might have given more.

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We're free To do, to say, to be Whatever makes you proud of me I can oblige, I don’t agree I can't see eye to eye, you see I'd lie to try evade that sigh Assumed reply consumed by why I had no say conceived the sky Each passing day perceived too high Trespassing lay bereaved to die Til watered ground believed too dry The forest falls; no use to cry You never asked to be born to any life Your say, it mattered none If ever tasked to bring morning with a knife Poor day, pit-pattered sun Wore spray, spit-spattered gun Swore stay, sit-shattered spun Floor display wit tattered won Door away fitted undone ***** will say bitter begun A score to play hit her home run Too poor to pay **** owing one A roar made sore ripcords I tore Demanding, MORE! Standing, what for? No landing, or Backhanding, or Still stand ignore Can't stand no more

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Jan 26, 2015

Jan 26, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC

atypnoc

PROMPT: Free Will (?)

We're free To do, to say, to be Whatever makes you proud of me I can oblige, I don’t agree I can't see eye to eye, you see I'd lie to try evade that sigh Assumed reply consumed by why I had no say conceived the sky Each passing day perceived too high Trespassing lay bereaved to die Til watered ground believed too dry The forest falls; no use to cry You never asked to be born to any life Your say, it mattered none If ever tasked to bring morning with a knife Poor day, pit-pattered sun Wore spray, spit-spattered gun Swore stay, sit-shattered spun Floor display wit tattered won Door away fitted undone ***** will say bitter begun A score to play hit her home run Too poor to pay **** owing one A roar made sore ripcords I tore Demanding, MORE! Standing, what for? No landing, or Backhanding, or Still stand ignore Can't stand no more

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