"aol" poems - Hello Poetry

Where were you when I was growing up? You were in college getting A's while I was getting D's in science class in the 5th grade. I remember asking if you wanted to draw with me and you never had the "time" 10 minutes out of your ******* busy day to spend with your CHILD. yeah, I understand bringing food to the table is important and your brain wasn't fully developed until 25 but, where were you? I loved that computer. Oh, AOL 5.0, talking to strangers, going into lesbian chats, looking at naked pictures of women. I appreciated when you paid attention to me when I would wear the same underwear and pants weeks straight. It was amazing that you noticed I never used to take my Ritalin and that I would hide it under my tongue and then stick it in a mug under my ****** twin bed. I've had 8 cats during my lifetime? Do you remember April that cat, that siamese cat, our 5 cats? What was up with having so many **** CATS? I loved watching nickolodeon and nick at nite. Cat dog all day with 5 kittens in our lovely apartment. LOVED having your now "husbands" nephew trying to have *** with me when I was like 11 and he was 18. The moths were fun.....fancied smelling like moth ***** during school! I loved taking baths only because we had no shower head. Filling up a plastic cup with water to be able to wash my hair was my favorite. I loved when you threw a hair dryer at me. Digging your stupid fake nails into my skin, not sure what I did "wrong" then but that was always the best treatment, CHILD. My favorite was when you helped with my homework. Loved when you threatened that you would "tie a rope around my neck" and that you hated me. Loved eating raviolis and getting 2 chicken sandwiches from Mcdonalds. Oh, 4 mini burgers and fries from Whitecastle after going to Marshalls was my favorite. That guy, that assyrian, iranian guy that owned Carvel and was 20 years older than you...I loved when he used to let me go outside alone the condos when I was 3. Loved when he'd force me to where overalls and ugly clothes in elementary school. Being forced to go to an Assyrian church every sunday was the best!

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Jan 9, 2013

Jan 9, 2013 at 5:07 PM UTC

ginamarie-engels

Where were you? A Child and a CHILD.

Where were you when I was growing up? You were in college getting A's while I was getting D's in science class in the 5th grade. I remember asking if you wanted to draw with me and you never had the "time" 10 minutes out of your ******* busy day to spend with your CHILD. yeah, I understand bringing food to the table is important and your brain wasn't fully developed until 25 but, where were you? I loved that computer. Oh, AOL 5.0, talking to strangers, going into lesbian chats, looking at naked pictures of women. I appreciated when you paid attention to me when I would wear the same underwear and pants weeks straight. It was amazing that you noticed I never used to take my Ritalin and that I would hide it under my tongue and then stick it in a mug under my ****** twin bed. I've had 8 cats during my lifetime? Do you remember April that cat, that siamese cat, our 5 cats? What was up with having so many **** CATS? I loved watching nickolodeon and nick at nite. Cat dog all day with 5 kittens in our lovely apartment. LOVED having your now "husbands" nephew trying to have *** with me when I was like 11 and he was 18. The moths were fun.....fancied smelling like moth ***** during school! I loved taking baths only because we had no shower head. Filling up a plastic cup with water to be able to wash my hair was my favorite. I loved when you threw a hair dryer at me. Digging your stupid fake nails into my skin, not sure what I did "wrong" then but that was always the best treatment, CHILD. My favorite was when you helped with my homework. Loved when you threatened that you would "tie a rope around my neck" and that you hated me. Loved eating raviolis and getting 2 chicken sandwiches from Mcdonalds. Oh, 4 mini burgers and fries from Whitecastle after going to Marshalls was my favorite. That guy, that assyrian, iranian guy that owned Carvel and was 20 years older than you...I loved when he used to let me go outside alone the condos when I was 3. Loved when he'd force me to where overalls and ugly clothes in elementary school. Being forced to go to an Assyrian church every sunday was the best!

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before i left seattle, and long before i made the mistake of returning, i was babysitting a fish in a fishbowl, for my brother's kids. the water in the bowl was cloudy, unclear, ***** because of the fish so of course the fish died, the bowl just sat on the counter after the fish died but before my brother's kids came back from california anyhow, moving back here was a mistake. the cost of living here is ridiculous, there is no room to be a middle class person here only a little kid who works at amazon whose mom found him his job. these little kids work for amazon, their moms type out cover letters and resumes so their kids can get jobs at amazon i am looking for a new job because i can't afford to keep the job i have now, the little kids who work for amazon have it pretty good though, they can bring their dogs to work with them they can jack up the rents, no problem mom is always looking out for them like that tonight i applied for a job at amazon i typed in my first name to submit my application "jeffbezosisacunt", i wrote a quick cover letter telling them i was qualified for the job because my mom didn't have to type out my cover letters for me and because i had a dog that hadn't been trained yet that i could take to work with me, then i attached a pdf file of a quick reference guide for aol 9.0 as my resume it felt good but not for long and not good enough mark zuckerberg makes me sick too, i can just see him running for president one day, needing a good slapping the little **** has never known any form of adversity so he just keeps on being a little **** he has a lot in common with kim jong un when i first moved back here, there were all these orange and white umbrellas every morning. those orange and white umbrellas had already taken over.

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Apr 19, 2016

Apr 19, 2016 at 3:00 AM UTC

july-hearne

come to my loneliness, you'll get hired

before i left seattle, and long before i made the mistake of returning, i was babysitting a fish in a fishbowl, for my brother's kids. the water in the bowl was cloudy, unclear, ***** because of the fish so of course the fish died, the bowl just sat on the counter after the fish died but before my brother's kids came back from california anyhow, moving back here was a mistake. the cost of living here is ridiculous, there is no room to be a middle class person here only a little kid who works at amazon whose mom found him his job. these little kids work for amazon, their moms type out cover letters and resumes so their kids can get jobs at amazon i am looking for a new job because i can't afford to keep the job i have now, the little kids who work for amazon have it pretty good though, they can bring their dogs to work with them they can jack up the rents, no problem mom is always looking out for them like that tonight i applied for a job at amazon i typed in my first name to submit my application "jeffbezosisacunt", i wrote a quick cover letter telling them i was qualified for the job because my mom didn't have to type out my cover letters for me and because i had a dog that hadn't been trained yet that i could take to work with me, then i attached a pdf file of a quick reference guide for aol 9.0 as my resume it felt good but not for long and not good enough mark zuckerberg makes me sick too, i can just see him running for president one day, needing a good slapping the little **** has never known any form of adversity so he just keeps on being a little **** he has a lot in common with kim jong un when i first moved back here, there were all these orange and white umbrellas every morning. those orange and white umbrellas had already taken over.

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anagram! LOUD BEAR NAP! BAN LOUD PEAR! BARE LOUD PAN! LOU BEND A PAR! AOL BAND PURE!

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May 26, 2015

May 26, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC

SoulSurvivor

Pablo Neruda

anagram! LOUD BEAR NAP! BAN LOUD PEAR! BARE LOUD PAN! LOU BEND A PAR! AOL BAND PURE!

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Socks to Relieve Pain Coflex® Interlaminar “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” Stabilization Menard’s Dedicated “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” To Service & Quality Leg Cramps at Night “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” Brian Tracy International Bank “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” Of America Merrill Edge Tyson “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” Keep it Real Keep it Tyson Is This Sequence “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” Correct? Luminosity Zenni Slide “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” Belts American Red Cross Let Palmolive “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” Handle the Mess Hole Leather Sandals Ad “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” By Revcontent Newchic AOL Computer “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” Checkup Try it Free Fisher Investment “We’ll Try not to Show that Ad Again” Socks to Relieve Pain Coflex® Interlaminar “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” Stabilization Menard’s Dedicated “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” To Service & Quality Leg Cramps at Night “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” Brian Tracy International Bank “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” Of America Merrill Edge Tyson “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” Keep it Real Keep it Tyson Is This Sequence “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” Correct? Luminosity Zenni Slide “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” Belts American Red Cross Let Palmolive “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” Handle the Mess Hole Leather Sandals Ad “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” By Revcontent Newchic AOL Computer “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” Checkup Try it Free Fisher Investment “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” Socks to Relieve Pain Coflex® Interlaminar “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” Stabilization Menard’s Dedicated “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” To Service & Quality Leg Cramps at Night “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” Brian Tracy International Bank “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” Of America Merrill Edge Tyson “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” Keep it Real Keep it Tyson Is This Sequence “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” Correct? Luminosity Zenni Slide “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” Belts American Red Cross Let Palmolive “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” Handle the Mess Hole Leather Sandals Ad “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” By Revcontent Newchic AOL Computer “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” Checkup Try it Free Fisher Investment “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again” “We’ll Try Not to Show That Ad Again”

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Jun 18, 2018

Jun 18, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

"We'll Try Not to Show That Ad Again"

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"In Modern Drama we turn a critical eye into the conditions of real life and morality." --- Arlen Rambush Modern Drama 101 Her life had become an Ibsen scenario, cloaked, as it was, in furtive AOL chat rooms, seeking the romance no longer orbed in marriage, rather to be panned from the internet wellspring. It wasn't so much inconstancy, as it was whimsy; more a channeling of Deneuve, than profiling Gabler. And she found they flocked to her, pigeons to be shooed away, should they get too close. Soul of the house, everything to husband and family, yet, it was in cyber tryst where she flourished, that informed the powerful intellect at intervals with mother and a carte blanche ingénue. It's possible she sought to reform them, tear them down --- or no --- it was conquest. It was not she that needed men, it was she that absorbed them in hedonistic pleasure.

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Jul 27, 2015

Jul 27, 2015 at 9:01 PM UTC

brian-oarr

Modern Drama 101

"In Modern Drama we turn a critical eye into the conditions of real life and morality." --- Arlen Rambush Modern Drama 101 Her life had become an Ibsen scenario, cloaked, as it was, in furtive AOL chat rooms, seeking the romance no longer orbed in marriage, rather to be panned from the internet wellspring. It wasn't so much inconstancy, as it was whimsy; more a channeling of Deneuve, than profiling Gabler. And she found they flocked to her, pigeons to be shooed away, should they get too close. Soul of the house, everything to husband and family, yet, it was in cyber tryst where she flourished, that informed the powerful intellect at intervals with mother and a carte blanche ingénue. It's possible she sought to reform them, tear them down --- or no --- it was conquest. It was not she that needed men, it was she that absorbed them in hedonistic pleasure.

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The coolest girls in the world put rings in the places where doctors disconnected them from their mothers. Guys put ink in their forearms. Spaces in their ears. Their parents say things like, “what the **** But even they know ink and plastic gaps are better expressions than dead Vietnamese and **** Better expressions than a vote towards Michael Reagan’s father, the movie star. You were the fools that bought homes, cars, and color tv’s on unprecedented credit, things for your daughters and sons that they would probably disparage if only they knew the word. You were the ******** that made Sam’s Club, because Costco and Wal-mart weren’t enough. The one’s that plugged us into free AOL accounts that Stater Brother’s gave you with your purchase of Pop Tarts and Cookie Crisps. I guess you could say the ink in our arms is yours as much as ours. The thing about ink though, is that it’s more constant than anything this generation has ever known. When our TV’s become internet, and internet 4G, and 4G spaceships, the **** in our arms will persist as what was once alive. It will remind us of the life we lived before we were tattooed with the consumerism and media that you did nothing to stop. Maybe you should have kept doing acid, you all were much more promising in the 60's.

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Apr 7, 2015

Apr 7, 2015 at 12:57 AM UTC

weinburglar

Maybe you should have kept doing acid, you all were much more promising in the 60's.

The coolest girls in the world put rings in the places where doctors disconnected them from their mothers. Guys put ink in their forearms. Spaces in their ears. Their parents say things like, “what the **** But even they know ink and plastic gaps are better expressions than dead Vietnamese and **** Better expressions than a vote towards Michael Reagan’s father, the movie star. You were the fools that bought homes, cars, and color tv’s on unprecedented credit, things for your daughters and sons that they would probably disparage if only they knew the word. You were the ******** that made Sam’s Club, because Costco and Wal-mart weren’t enough. The one’s that plugged us into free AOL accounts that Stater Brother’s gave you with your purchase of Pop Tarts and Cookie Crisps. I guess you could say the ink in our arms is yours as much as ours. The thing about ink though, is that it’s more constant than anything this generation has ever known. When our TV’s become internet, and internet 4G, and 4G spaceships, the **** in our arms will persist as what was once alive. It will remind us of the life we lived before we were tattooed with the consumerism and media that you did nothing to stop. Maybe you should have kept doing acid, you all were much more promising in the 60's.

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The sky was already in mourning. A dreadfully dreary day. An emerald leaf crying outside of the window. The number on the clock had not—no would not—move. I was stuck at 4:52. Time is a cruel master. When you want it to go faster, it flows as fast as honey. When you want to savor a moment, to just slow down, seconds become minutes, minutes become hours, hours become days. But, now, time is stopped. I hate the number 4. It’s as though it decides to mock me the clock. 4:54. I had been waiting for 4 months. 4 months of waiting, listening to the clock slowly tick by the weeks, the days, the hours, the minutes. Straining to hear the annoying, monotone, AOL voice to say “You’ve got mail.” The one time I actually want to hear it, he stays silent. A minutes flies by as I have a staring contest with the “Inbox” icon on the blue screen. 4:59. As though it’s New Year’s Eve, I am counting down the seconds. 10, the numbers that were once were mere moments in time, suddenly became frozen hours of time. 9, the colon between the 4 and the 59 blinking in unison to an unheard beat. 8, rain drops beat against the window. 7, Are they crying for me already? 6, just breathe. 5, honestly? The last thing I can do is breathe. 4, that dreaded number again. 3, hand poised on the mouse, waiting. 2, moving it toward the little mailbox that holds my future. 1, finally...

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Feb 8, 2013

Feb 8, 2013 at 2:33 PM UTC

katarhyne-clemenzakova

Waiting

The sky was already in mourning. A dreadfully dreary day. An emerald leaf crying outside of the window. The number on the clock had not—no would not—move. I was stuck at 4:52. Time is a cruel master. When you want it to go faster, it flows as fast as honey. When you want to savor a moment, to just slow down, seconds become minutes, minutes become hours, hours become days. But, now, time is stopped. I hate the number 4. It’s as though it decides to mock me the clock. 4:54. I had been waiting for 4 months. 4 months of waiting, listening to the clock slowly tick by the weeks, the days, the hours, the minutes. Straining to hear the annoying, monotone, AOL voice to say “You’ve got mail.” The one time I actually want to hear it, he stays silent. A minutes flies by as I have a staring contest with the “Inbox” icon on the blue screen. 4:59. As though it’s New Year’s Eve, I am counting down the seconds. 10, the numbers that were once were mere moments in time, suddenly became frozen hours of time. 9, the colon between the 4 and the 59 blinking in unison to an unheard beat. 8, rain drops beat against the window. 7, Are they crying for me already? 6, just breathe. 5, honestly? The last thing I can do is breathe. 4, that dreaded number again. 3, hand poised on the mouse, waiting. 2, moving it toward the little mailbox that holds my future. 1, finally...

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the LOL day on AOL going AWOL from reality watching "reality tv on tv!!!! (am i "sick" or what~!?) hucksters and f--ksters try to "turn ME on! i hope you-all out there are not really listening !!! (its all SHOW as you KNOW) AND SO we have been reduced to NOTHING!!! (which is a DANGEROUS WAY to feel SAFE)

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Sep 2, 2010

Sep 2, 2010 at 1:12 PM UTC

jeffrey-robin

LOL in my face

the LOL day on AOL going AWOL from reality watching "reality tv on tv!!!! (am i "sick" or what~!?) hucksters and f--ksters try to "turn ME on! i hope you-all out there are not really listening !!! (its all SHOW as you KNOW) AND SO we have been reduced to NOTHING!!! (which is a DANGEROUS WAY to feel SAFE)

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This poet decided against becoming a measly minced meaty morsel undetected inauspicious augury assigning adept aqueous ace AOL amphibian, who surreptitiously crept to the secret crypt (guarded by foo fighters and amazing dragons) said gendarmes did except special fluid scrip as egress into heavily fortified (with USDA recommended allowance), thus when the configurative motley crue including thyself (a bono fied doo bee brother - long given up for lost, which "FAKE" oracle misinterpreted by a goo goo doll, and cross dresser named Hugh played being took a vow el, and hence consonantly knew all along, i dwelt peacefully in a soundcloud loo immensely spacious with ooh dills of survival trappings purchased from Peru laborers treated by free pact guaranteeing a socially conscious shopper to rue painstaking indigenous stoop labor, now stamped imprimatur could allow, enable and provide means to shoe each formerly eczema dappled, cracked bare foot ah, a glimmer of hopefulness (upon this crowded house of a planet) view which youtube snapchat ting reddit as joyous outlook sans linkedin shutterfly, twitter ring tender flickr ring shoots communicated an instagram message of hopefulness kickstarting optimism versus the initial thread of this poem, which to set this got off track (hinting at goal to be a paperback book writer wannabe) rather than ending up as a byte size snack for a limbering beast, into whose tumblr of one jagged razor sharp teeth like daggers lined up along a rack of reinforced steel maw, which bang for the bite did pack leaves no room for bing a survivor as fierce jaws clamp down worse than getting steam rolled by a mack truck, but subjected to thee yield, whence thousands of pounds per square inch of pressure on par lambasted from Donald Trump flack.

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Apr 3, 2018

Apr 3, 2018 at 9:32 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

jagged jaws of smelted steel NOT the title:

This poet decided against becoming a measly minced meaty morsel undetected inauspicious augury assigning adept aqueous ace AOL amphibian, who surreptitiously crept to the secret crypt (guarded by foo fighters and amazing dragons) said gendarmes did except special fluid scrip as egress into heavily fortified (with USDA recommended allowance), thus when the configurative motley crue including thyself (a bono fied doo bee brother - long given up for lost, which "FAKE" oracle misinterpreted by a goo goo doll, and cross dresser named Hugh played being took a vow el, and hence consonantly knew all along, i dwelt peacefully in a soundcloud loo immensely spacious with ooh dills of survival trappings purchased from Peru laborers treated by free pact guaranteeing a socially conscious shopper to rue painstaking indigenous stoop labor, now stamped imprimatur could allow, enable and provide means to shoe each formerly eczema dappled, cracked bare foot ah, a glimmer of hopefulness (upon this crowded house of a planet) view which youtube snapchat ting reddit as joyous outlook sans linkedin shutterfly, twitter ring tender flickr ring shoots communicated an instagram message of hopefulness kickstarting optimism versus the initial thread of this poem, which to set this got off track (hinting at goal to be a paperback book writer wannabe) rather than ending up as a byte size snack for a limbering beast, into whose tumblr of one jagged razor sharp teeth like daggers lined up along a rack of reinforced steel maw, which bang for the bite did pack leaves no room for bing a survivor as fierce jaws clamp down worse than getting steam rolled by a mack truck, but subjected to thee yield, whence thousands of pounds per square inch of pressure on par lambasted from Donald Trump flack.

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Lawrence Hall, HSG Mhall46184@aol. The Several Olympic Committees Sewerage, filth, top-scum, toxins, debris Deadly bacteria, openly-floating poo The pollution of the ages flowing free – (They say the River Seine’s in bad shape too)

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Aug 2, 2024

Aug 2, 2024 at 10:43 AM UTC

lawrence-hall

Men Beating Up Women is Not an Olympic Ideal

Lawrence Hall, HSG Mhall46184@aol. The Several Olympic Committees Sewerage, filth, top-scum, toxins, debris Deadly bacteria, openly-floating poo The pollution of the ages flowing free – (They say the River Seine’s in bad shape too)

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