"beeee" poems - Hello Poetry

Saturday Saturn and Santa Clause Satan Captain Crunch Kringle and Krampus cry madchen. Bed sitter seniors sit back and lament. Another day's Christmas ducats mis-spent. When the log scrapes, When the door bleeds, When you hate your Dad. Remember that you just might run out of food. And that would beeee, quite bad.

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Dec 20, 2013

Dec 20, 2013 at 6:42 PM UTC

arthur-phillip-dent

Saturday Saturn and Santa Clause Satan

Saturday Saturn and Santa Clause Satan Captain Crunch Kringle and Krampus cry madchen. Bed sitter seniors sit back and lament. Another day's Christmas ducats mis-spent. When the log scrapes, When the door bleeds, When you hate your Dad. Remember that you just might run out of food. And that would beeee, quite bad.

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Kenzie is making poetry SO I THOUGHT i should probably write a poem 2oo i dont wunt 2 beeee left out

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Oct 7, 2014

Oct 7, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC

novus

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Kenzie is making poetry SO I THOUGHT i should probably write a poem 2oo i dont wunt 2 beeee left out

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Where oh where could my little sense of humour have gone? Oh where oh where could it beeee? Last time I saw it wandering trying to find a big enough bin to put my emotional baggage in Lost among traumatic memories It didn't enjoy my therapies Dampened by big pharma remedies Sedated, it traveled slowly but far and despite its growing number of scars Still searched for truth in the bizarre I've been finding pieces among the trash Funnier jokes asking to be rehashed Of times of freedom, a big ol' stash Where oh where could my little sense of humour have gone? Oh where oh where could it beeee? Finally, happy to see me, we embraced all night I laughed till I cried at it's clever insight And now humour and I write

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Dec 9, 2018

Dec 9, 2018 at 8:57 PM UTC

spicy-digits

Keep me alive

Where oh where could my little sense of humour have gone? Oh where oh where could it beeee? Last time I saw it wandering trying to find a big enough bin to put my emotional baggage in Lost among traumatic memories It didn't enjoy my therapies Dampened by big pharma remedies Sedated, it traveled slowly but far and despite its growing number of scars Still searched for truth in the bizarre I've been finding pieces among the trash Funnier jokes asking to be rehashed Of times of freedom, a big ol' stash Where oh where could my little sense of humour have gone? Oh where oh where could it beeee? Finally, happy to see me, we embraced all night I laughed till I cried at it's clever insight And now humour and I write

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Tell me who you wish for me to be Ill be silent, waiting patiently Gave up on my perfect memories Haunted by the things you did to me All of these faces they seem just the same And all of these places I've watched go up in flames Telling renditions of tragedy and shame I'm on a mission to make it one more day All these things They build up in me All these sins They've corrupted me Trust myself To never trust again Call for help I wish I had a friend. All of these things, they build up in me All of these sins, they've corrupt me Can you see, can you tell, I am a broken soul destined for hell Ohhh Sunbathed, in the mornings light When the night is gone And the feeling that I can't contain comes around The sheets, of my bed seem to be, where I'll drownnnnnn Locked inside, the tiny chamber, of my mind, I try to find, a reason to, convince myself, I will be fine, just in due time, Torn frommmmm, this reality I'm still hereee, but it's not where I'm meant to beeee Press rewind, and take a trip, though empty halls in a fractured glimpse, of passageways to yesterday's, that shaped me to who I am today, and question why, just one more time, you think that this would turn out fine Conscious but not Speaking but not heard I used to flock, a sheep within the herd Seen what it was, The Shepard never learns Stirring the *** But don't expect the burn Tearing off all of this pretense my heart, is shackled and bound in a fence where I keep it I've seen all your crimes and misdeeds turn to secrets so trust me when I say if I loved you, just delete it. **** you. Each and every scar on my heart seems to lead to a time and place where my trust and my faith was just wrongfully placed and at no ones fault, just seemingly t my own, Id give it all back to never remember that home. That home. That face. And those lies that we told, that once we're all true, I don't think you know, but that makes it hurt all the more.

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Sep 9, 2021

Sep 9, 2021 at 10:02 AM UTC

Avestani

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Tell me who you wish for me to be Ill be silent, waiting patiently Gave up on my perfect memories Haunted by the things you did to me All of these faces they seem just the same And all of these places I've watched go up in flames Telling renditions of tragedy and shame I'm on a mission to make it one more day All these things They build up in me All these sins They've corrupted me Trust myself To never trust again Call for help I wish I had a friend. All of these things, they build up in me All of these sins, they've corrupt me Can you see, can you tell, I am a broken soul destined for hell Ohhh Sunbathed, in the mornings light When the night is gone And the feeling that I can't contain comes around The sheets, of my bed seem to be, where I'll drownnnnnn Locked inside, the tiny chamber, of my mind, I try to find, a reason to, convince myself, I will be fine, just in due time, Torn frommmmm, this reality I'm still hereee, but it's not where I'm meant to beeee Press rewind, and take a trip, though empty halls in a fractured glimpse, of passageways to yesterday's, that shaped me to who I am today, and question why, just one more time, you think that this would turn out fine Conscious but not Speaking but not heard I used to flock, a sheep within the herd Seen what it was, The Shepard never learns Stirring the *** But don't expect the burn Tearing off all of this pretense my heart, is shackled and bound in a fence where I keep it I've seen all your crimes and misdeeds turn to secrets so trust me when I say if I loved you, just delete it. **** you. Each and every scar on my heart seems to lead to a time and place where my trust and my faith was just wrongfully placed and at no ones fault, just seemingly t my own, Id give it all back to never remember that home. That home. That face. And those lies that we told, that once we're all true, I don't think you know, but that makes it hurt all the more.

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