#sulking - Hello Poetry

…at four in the morning, the room was sharp and silent through the stillness of the dark and yet, I sang those old songs swaying in the cold wind with bottle upon my breath as I dreamt of green birds and the lonely white lotus that kept fluttering into my scratched head while coming apart at the seams with tears of sadness I sat and pondered where they all went: those little caramel ladies of brown doom with novocaine souls and enamel bodies; you gave me the liveliest moments even when you brought me to the brink of death, you have liberated me during my most shackled state of mind, you spilled the truth when you told me, “I could never be reached.” and therefore I must come to terms with the absence of your warmth as the green birds have flown into concrete skies and the white lotus has shriveled into a curling black mass I sway with the wind, rising the bottle and belting out those old songs in a room so sharp and silent at four in the morning.

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Mar 13, 2025

Mar 13, 2025 at 5:13 PM UTC

rick-3

4am

…at four in the morning, the room was sharp and silent through the stillness of the dark and yet, I sang those old songs swaying in the cold wind with bottle upon my breath as I dreamt of green birds and the lonely white lotus that kept fluttering into my scratched head while coming apart at the seams with tears of sadness I sat and pondered where they all went: those little caramel ladies of brown doom with novocaine souls and enamel bodies; you gave me the liveliest moments even when you brought me to the brink of death, you have liberated me during my most shackled state of mind, you spilled the truth when you told me, “I could never be reached.” and therefore I must come to terms with the absence of your warmth as the green birds have flown into concrete skies and the white lotus has shriveled into a curling black mass I sway with the wind, rising the bottle and belting out those old songs in a room so sharp and silent at four in the morning.

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Walk for it... Ideal's for sojourn's deed A promised jewel for your wit Spare to my eye, wishes will feed... Mercy, to a quaint dance Might a problem sit? I will still kind, of a shared defense Misery, is remembering when I meant... Simplicity's swallow... Of verisimilitude to conceive All's of a decision, here to hallow Risks or retinue, waiting is ours to believe A drive for impression... Is salt the divine? A shame has tendered, a care's lesson A quieter question, that will share haves marital shine? Profession of a charisma's flower: Shall we compare ourselves To awe or wisdom, known a charity for my sighing's lover That has a voice that gave merit, my name, for what delves...

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Oct 12, 2024

Oct 12, 2024 at 5:48 PM UTC

david-hilburn

We Hope The Devil, Waits On The Candles

Walk for it... Ideal's for sojourn's deed A promised jewel for your wit Spare to my eye, wishes will feed... Mercy, to a quaint dance Might a problem sit? I will still kind, of a shared defense Misery, is remembering when I meant... Simplicity's swallow... Of verisimilitude to conceive All's of a decision, here to hallow Risks or retinue, waiting is ours to believe A drive for impression... Is salt the divine? A shame has tendered, a care's lesson A quieter question, that will share haves marital shine? Profession of a charisma's flower: Shall we compare ourselves To awe or wisdom, known a charity for my sighing's lover That has a voice that gave merit, my name, for what delves...

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I had a little headache Slightly increasen over time Nothing really UNTIL NOW 11.30pm I'm not fine My throat is harsh My ears do sing with a gentle humming pain Excruciating is my head Body shivers in my bed Tonsillitis has come a calling Like a torturis leeching stain Creeping in Your unaware It's so unfair Then swallows you whole In a torrent of fevers, delirium right down to your soul

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Jan 27, 2018

Jan 27, 2018 at 10:55 PM UTC

debbie-brindley

Tonsillitis

I had a little headache Slightly increasen over time Nothing really UNTIL NOW 11.30pm I'm not fine My throat is harsh My ears do sing with a gentle humming pain Excruciating is my head Body shivers in my bed Tonsillitis has come a calling Like a torturis leeching stain Creeping in Your unaware It's so unfair Then swallows you whole In a torrent of fevers, delirium right down to your soul

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Starts out awful Continues on the same destructive path reaching the end, you either fall off or return the way you arrived and chose a method that lets you sleep at night Held on too tight perhaps I just waited too long Sulking in my own world filled with despair wondering what I truly deserved if not the worst While entertained in my thoughts reality woke and got away it was hard to catch it and beg it to stay So I just let it go and slept the days away

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Mar 26, 2013

Mar 26, 2013 at 5:19 PM UTC

angelique

Silence

Starts out awful Continues on the same destructive path reaching the end, you either fall off or return the way you arrived and chose a method that lets you sleep at night Held on too tight perhaps I just waited too long Sulking in my own world filled with despair wondering what I truly deserved if not the worst While entertained in my thoughts reality woke and got away it was hard to catch it and beg it to stay So I just let it go and slept the days away

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Why do men sit sulking alone? Is it worse than Premenstrual Syndrome? Is PFS far worse for men? Indeed, by PFS, what is meant? Why, it's Post Football Syndrome! Don't say it's only a game, Oh no! Round here, it's total blasphemy, Or, let's say, utter heresy! SSHHH...let's tiptoe away, Dodging his tantrums today, How does PFS affect you? Find something else to do, Preferably in another room, Why do men sit sulking alone? Easy, they have Post Football Syndrome... SSSHHHHH......!!!!!

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Apr 9, 2016

Apr 9, 2016 at 6:20 PM UTC

julie-grenness

PFS...

Why do men sit sulking alone? Is it worse than Premenstrual Syndrome? Is PFS far worse for men? Indeed, by PFS, what is meant? Why, it's Post Football Syndrome! Don't say it's only a game, Oh no! Round here, it's total blasphemy, Or, let's say, utter heresy! SSHHH...let's tiptoe away, Dodging his tantrums today, How does PFS affect you? Find something else to do, Preferably in another room, Why do men sit sulking alone? Easy, they have Post Football Syndrome... SSSHHHHH......!!!!!

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