#umm - Hello Poetry

6 feet and 4 inches of man and, oh boy, is he a man perfectly cut between soft and strong with just enough hair on his chest and a little hair on his face too he's an amazing kisser and great with his hands somehow gentle and so powerful at the same time he's just so very, very good.

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Jan 7, 2021

Jan 7, 2021 at 9:51 AM UTC

fuckingsick

sugardaddy

6 feet and 4 inches of man and, oh boy, is he a man perfectly cut between soft and strong with just enough hair on his chest and a little hair on his face too he's an amazing kisser and great with his hands somehow gentle and so powerful at the same time he's just so very, very good.

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1.) 8/12/14 11:48 Pm  Breath in the smell  The smell of your smoking wrist  Burnt with the last razor not stained with blood  Smoke the demons out of the red blood cells  As if you lost the white in the sea of your own tears 2.) 8/14/14 4:59 Pm  I might as well been on the Great Wall of China   As you pushed me away  Because I’ve never fallen so hard, so fast  And I feel dead 3.) 8/14/14 6:23 Pm  I begged, I kept begging.  For what?  I have forgotten what I wanted.   I’m ashamed of crying. Not for the tears  But the bruises left not by anyone but myself.  I can point you to self afflicted scars  I can point you to the burns left inside my throat by a numbing agent Aka *****   I can show you the way my fist curls when I beat the pain out.   I’ll show you how ****** I am, eventually. 4.) 8/14/14 7:15 Pm  A sharpened knife & a pitch black room  Such a lovely couple  Just light a candle & watch in the dim flickering light as they make red passionate love.  It’s hard to miss, you can taste it in the air.   It’s almost like a bullet in the mouth ready to be unloaded. Addendum, plot-twist; the passionate love is my blood.

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Aug 23, 2014

Aug 23, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC

BiehnyBaby

What's the point of a title? It just makes you from your own opinion and focus less on the words that come from the dark part of my head

1.) 8/12/14 11:48 Pm  Breath in the smell  The smell of your smoking wrist  Burnt with the last razor not stained with blood  Smoke the demons out of the red blood cells  As if you lost the white in the sea of your own tears 2.) 8/14/14 4:59 Pm  I might as well been on the Great Wall of China   As you pushed me away  Because I’ve never fallen so hard, so fast  And I feel dead 3.) 8/14/14 6:23 Pm  I begged, I kept begging.  For what?  I have forgotten what I wanted.   I’m ashamed of crying. Not for the tears  But the bruises left not by anyone but myself.  I can point you to self afflicted scars  I can point you to the burns left inside my throat by a numbing agent Aka *****   I can show you the way my fist curls when I beat the pain out.   I’ll show you how ****** I am, eventually. 4.) 8/14/14 7:15 Pm  A sharpened knife & a pitch black room  Such a lovely couple  Just light a candle & watch in the dim flickering light as they make red passionate love.  It’s hard to miss, you can taste it in the air.   It’s almost like a bullet in the mouth ready to be unloaded. Addendum, plot-twist; the passionate love is my blood.

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Umm... Undermining My Mind Dot of the unsure Dot of the lies Dot of the worry Not sure whether to raise my hand or not. I know the answer, but... Flashing memories Of all the name calling Of all the crying Of all “I’m fine”s When really I’m not. Not sure whether to tell the truth or not. I know what I feel, but… Flashing memories Of all the screaming Of all the hiding Of all the “I feel good”s When really I don’t. Not sure whether to show the pain or not. I know where the pain is coming from, but… Flashing memories Of all the fake worried faces Of all the anxiety attacks Of all the “I’m okay”s When really I’m not. Umm… Undermining My Mind Dot of the unsure Dot of the lies Dot of the worry

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Oct 8, 2019

Oct 8, 2019 at 4:27 PM UTC

Reabelle928

Umm...

Umm... Undermining My Mind Dot of the unsure Dot of the lies Dot of the worry Not sure whether to raise my hand or not. I know the answer, but... Flashing memories Of all the name calling Of all the crying Of all “I’m fine”s When really I’m not. Not sure whether to tell the truth or not. I know what I feel, but… Flashing memories Of all the screaming Of all the hiding Of all the “I feel good”s When really I don’t. Not sure whether to show the pain or not. I know where the pain is coming from, but… Flashing memories Of all the fake worried faces Of all the anxiety attacks Of all the “I’m okay”s When really I’m not. Umm… Undermining My Mind Dot of the unsure Dot of the lies Dot of the worry

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Big coat You're like all warm n that Keeping the cold out of my skin I waited for you all summer And now you are there When I leave my abode To keep Mr Coldy away, and if I could be so boldy I'd like to wear you in the lounge For a little while While the hard rectangular hot things spread their dry torrid air about Inside my lungs But you, like a warm, most comfy duvet Keep the frosty frosts at bay.

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Nov 19, 2025

Nov 19, 2025 at 11:44 AM UTC

ToeMass

Big coat

Big coat You're like all warm n that Keeping the cold out of my skin I waited for you all summer And now you are there When I leave my abode To keep Mr Coldy away, and if I could be so boldy I'd like to wear you in the lounge For a little while While the hard rectangular hot things spread their dry torrid air about Inside my lungs But you, like a warm, most comfy duvet Keep the frosty frosts at bay.

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