"blee" poems - Hello Poetry

I see my reflection I hate what I see I punch the glass My knuckles bleed I'm shattered Pick up a piece Slit my wrist I bleed, I bleed, I bleed, I bleed, I bleed, I bleed, I blee........

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Dec 1, 2014

Dec 1, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC

JinxxedForLife

Not good enough

I see my reflection I hate what I see I punch the glass My knuckles bleed I'm shattered Pick up a piece Slit my wrist I bleed, I bleed, I bleed, I bleed, I bleed, I bleed, I blee........

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Purp-Purple Purp-Purple in my blood, cut it, cut it, cut it Let it bleed, blee-bleed Sipping on the lea-le-lean Smoking that dank My blood stream-stre-stream When the codeine hits It hits real hard When the codeine hits It hits real hard, hard-hard Drop a rancher in, let it-let it splash Splas-splash Turn up the system, ***** let the snare drum Crash cra-crash Rolling through the hood, chevy dropped low (Lo-low yeah) My Chevy real lo-lo-low I said my leather and wood Chevy dropped low Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine Mixing up the-mixing up the medicine-med-medicine **** C's in the backroom letting all the ratchets in Ratchet-ratchet-ratch- Letting all the ratchets in Dumping out cigar trash-tra-trash Fill it back with the hash-ha-hash Sip that lean slow Bringing the good old nineties back Ba-back Said bring the good old nineties back

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Apr 16, 2013

Apr 16, 2013 at 5:26 PM UTC

reece

Chopped and *******

Purp-Purple Purp-Purple in my blood, cut it, cut it, cut it Let it bleed, blee-bleed Sipping on the lea-le-lean Smoking that dank My blood stream-stre-stream When the codeine hits It hits real hard When the codeine hits It hits real hard, hard-hard Drop a rancher in, let it-let it splash Splas-splash Turn up the system, ***** let the snare drum Crash cra-crash Rolling through the hood, chevy dropped low (Lo-low yeah) My Chevy real lo-lo-low I said my leather and wood Chevy dropped low Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine Mixing up the-mixing up the medicine-med-medicine **** C's in the backroom letting all the ratchets in Ratchet-ratchet-ratch- Letting all the ratchets in Dumping out cigar trash-tra-trash Fill it back with the hash-ha-hash Sip that lean slow Bringing the good old nineties back Ba-back Said bring the good old nineties back

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BLEE EE EE EED! Dig that ******* razor DEEPER into your wrists. Practice what you preach, and show us you're not afraid. Don't just scratch with a pin and claim to slash them. Practice what you preach. Practice what you preach.

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May 21, 2012

May 21, 2012 at 6:18 AM UTC

madsline

Practice what you preach.

BLEE EE EE EED! Dig that ******* razor DEEPER into your wrists. Practice what you preach, and show us you're not afraid. Don't just scratch with a pin and claim to slash them. Practice what you preach. Practice what you preach.

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Cut Cut Cut Cut Cut Cut Cut Cut Cut Cut Cut Bleed Cut Cut Cut BLEED Cut Cut Cut Cut BLEED BLEED BLEED BLEED It's been a while since I've done it But I want to do it Do it again Cut my arms Cut my arms Cut them Cut them until they BLEED BLEED Cut cut cut till they BLEED BLEED Cut cut cut Cut cut cut cut Cut BLEED BLEED BLEED BLEED BLEED BLEED BLEED BLEED BLEED BLEED BLEEEEEEED BLEEEEEEED BLEE-E-E-E-E-E-E-EED BLEED BLEED BLEE-E-E-E-E-E-E-EED BLEE BLEE BLEE BLEE BLEED BLEED BLEED BLEED Cut cut Cut cut BLEEED BLEEED

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Mar 18, 2025

Mar 18, 2025 at 10:18 AM UTC

MidnightTheBlackCat

Cut Cut BLEED

Cut Cut Cut Cut Cut Cut Cut Cut Cut Cut Cut Bleed Cut Cut Cut BLEED Cut Cut Cut Cut BLEED BLEED BLEED BLEED It's been a while since I've done it But I want to do it Do it again Cut my arms Cut my arms Cut them Cut them until they BLEED BLEED Cut cut cut till they BLEED BLEED Cut cut cut Cut cut cut cut Cut BLEED BLEED BLEED BLEED BLEED BLEED BLEED BLEED BLEED BLEED BLEEEEEEED BLEEEEEEED BLEE-E-E-E-E-E-E-EED BLEED BLEED BLEE-E-E-E-E-E-E-EED BLEE BLEE BLEE BLEE BLEED BLEED BLEED BLEED Cut cut Cut cut BLEEED BLEEED

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Tessa III "I believe in human rights," Chet Faker, I am trying to find your softer side over Bose... Trying hard to forget the ghastly scare you gave me. Smoking cigarettes and deleting details I think you shouldn't get too deep into... Underneath, when swimming, the story is getting more sad. Explain to me about India, Kamasutra of many pages long, why your part was left out. Many years have passed, dry blee- ding the sun in shameful memories, I was on the other side. Time is becoming a long stretch on the couch, if you remember how you danced, exploring rhythm and ecstacy, when quietly...

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Aug 16, 2019

Aug 16, 2019 at 9:44 AM UTC

tipon

Tipon Virgo 2019

Tessa III "I believe in human rights," Chet Faker, I am trying to find your softer side over Bose... Trying hard to forget the ghastly scare you gave me. Smoking cigarettes and deleting details I think you shouldn't get too deep into... Underneath, when swimming, the story is getting more sad. Explain to me about India, Kamasutra of many pages long, why your part was left out. Many years have passed, dry blee- ding the sun in shameful memories, I was on the other side. Time is becoming a long stretch on the couch, if you remember how you danced, exploring rhythm and ecstacy, when quietly...

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bla bla bleep bloop. bleep bloop... bleep bloop... bleep bloop blop? blee blee blee bloo... blee bloo blee bloo bloo. bla bla bla blee: bla bla bleep bloop bla bla bleep bloop bla bla bleep bloop. blee bloo bla?

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Apr 19, 2018

Apr 19, 2018 at 1:18 AM UTC

Aras_Toxic_Tea

Something profound

bla bla bleep bloop. bleep bloop... bleep bloop... bleep bloop blop? blee blee blee bloo... blee bloo blee bloo bloo. bla bla bla blee: bla bla bleep bloop bla bla bleep bloop bla bla bleep bloop. blee bloo bla?

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Words they hit me They bruise my skin Break my bones Words they cut me They slice I bleed... And bleed..... and blee

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Dec 28, 2014

Dec 28, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC

DarknessRising

Words

Words they hit me They bruise my skin Break my bones Words they cut me They slice I bleed... And bleed..... and blee

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*only with the oeuvre: BURN! slayer's mandatory suicide: count the bullet-holes in your head; ***** by machinegun fire; suicide, suicide, suicide, suicide.* the anglophone world is so unfrequented by the dualism of keeping one's native tongue while establishing a wordsmith perfection of an acquired tongue... you know how in see the failures of assimilation? not in the terrorist, rather, in their harem's worth of nunnery... and backlog of bad ideas... rancoids of agent orange debacles, mirroring the current ********** affairs of the lesser luster-year... abhorrent ******** koo nee see qua kuu nee see qua - call that japanese for variety all you wish... it still spell out hollywood; ditto: noah now dies. problem: a slayer oeuvre - south of heaven, before black sabbath was all led zeppelin but when the native tongue comes, you're inviting your cousins... you want to divide the atom, why not dividing the quanta, or the kilimanjaro? can i ask in latin how little actually means when you state quantum: how much? can i ask: so by dividing an atom we get hiroshima... what do get obelus quantum? prior to: how little? qua questio pro vel qua sors occultus - as being a question for either, or, for... i'll just nut-crack your ******** like the catholic priests / theology teachers treated me: kept me in the dark, never taught me any latin, blah blah blah, blah, and a blah later who the **** cares, the pope sure as **** doesn't... qua questio pro vel qua sors occultus is as much latin to him a she latin you just said is to your: saudi: a ******* ibrahim judeo mel-frázī: blah-blah-blee-bi-bi... **** burns, **** stays oriental by the limits of ending up in mecca; sorry to have to add: hey presto!

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Nov 2, 2017

Nov 2, 2017 at 8:45 PM UTC

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qua questio pro vel qua sors occultus

*only with the oeuvre: BURN! slayer's mandatory suicide: count the bullet-holes in your head; ***** by machinegun fire; suicide, suicide, suicide, suicide.* the anglophone world is so unfrequented by the dualism of keeping one's native tongue while establishing a wordsmith perfection of an acquired tongue... you know how in see the failures of assimilation? not in the terrorist, rather, in their harem's worth of nunnery... and backlog of bad ideas... rancoids of agent orange debacles, mirroring the current ********** affairs of the lesser luster-year... abhorrent ******** koo nee see qua kuu nee see qua - call that japanese for variety all you wish... it still spell out hollywood; ditto: noah now dies. problem: a slayer oeuvre - south of heaven, before black sabbath was all led zeppelin but when the native tongue comes, you're inviting your cousins... you want to divide the atom, why not dividing the quanta, or the kilimanjaro? can i ask in latin how little actually means when you state quantum: how much? can i ask: so by dividing an atom we get hiroshima... what do get obelus quantum? prior to: how little? qua questio pro vel qua sors occultus - as being a question for either, or, for... i'll just nut-crack your ******** like the catholic priests / theology teachers treated me: kept me in the dark, never taught me any latin, blah blah blah, blah, and a blah later who the **** cares, the pope sure as **** doesn't... qua questio pro vel qua sors occultus is as much latin to him a she latin you just said is to your: saudi: a ******* ibrahim judeo mel-frázī: blah-blah-blee-bi-bi... **** burns, **** stays oriental by the limits of ending up in mecca; sorry to have to add: hey presto!

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when i write in english or remember the fact that my mother or father spoke it first, i tend to stick my tongue out, and... look at the belly-button of greenwich of the supposed worth of the world's magnetic interests... anyone not speaking english always speaks of the english as: you always think you're the belly-button of the world! well... not after hong kong you're not... leeches of america, americancan-nah; always with the new york always with the l.a. always with las vegas... **** me! what's wrong with the bible belt and hefty steaks?! or anchorage?! that's what the english-speaking world doesn't understand... the entire world thinks of them as the belly-buttons of the entire human organism... centre of the world they say... pompous internet brats they say... am i willing to defend them? on the principle of simply speaking their tongue? no... not really... there's no infection of american patriotism in europe akin to speaking this tongue... it's only second... the english are patriotic about football, whim-blee-don... bleh bleh bleh bleh... st. george neutral: it's called being polite to the point that you'd rather a punch in the face... or at least that's what it feels like... i have one disneyland in mind at this point... ssss-witz-er?-yep-land. of no mortal, to no immortal's gain. they're still minded as the belly-buttons of the world... i swear the roman empire didn't last, and the ancient greeks didn't last... in terms of a subjective angle, you can almost taste the object decaying in the study of history... within the orbit of repeat... that's how the english are known in the continental world of europe: you always think yourself to be the belly-button of the world; watch the panic, when the centre of attention shifts; complete political paralysis, and the ageing queen, who, if celibate, would have created a revival... but now the joke in the family, or rather the ghost of diana runs in the family... that accursed family.

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Jul 8, 2017

Jul 8, 2017 at 9:02 PM UTC

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lächeln! sagen käse! (smile! say cheese!)

when i write in english or remember the fact that my mother or father spoke it first, i tend to stick my tongue out, and... look at the belly-button of greenwich of the supposed worth of the world's magnetic interests... anyone not speaking english always speaks of the english as: you always think you're the belly-button of the world! well... not after hong kong you're not... leeches of america, americancan-nah; always with the new york always with the l.a. always with las vegas... **** me! what's wrong with the bible belt and hefty steaks?! or anchorage?! that's what the english-speaking world doesn't understand... the entire world thinks of them as the belly-buttons of the entire human organism... centre of the world they say... pompous internet brats they say... am i willing to defend them? on the principle of simply speaking their tongue? no... not really... there's no infection of american patriotism in europe akin to speaking this tongue... it's only second... the english are patriotic about football, whim-blee-don... bleh bleh bleh bleh... st. george neutral: it's called being polite to the point that you'd rather a punch in the face... or at least that's what it feels like... i have one disneyland in mind at this point... ssss-witz-er?-yep-land. of no mortal, to no immortal's gain. they're still minded as the belly-buttons of the world... i swear the roman empire didn't last, and the ancient greeks didn't last... in terms of a subjective angle, you can almost taste the object decaying in the study of history... within the orbit of repeat... that's how the english are known in the continental world of europe: you always think yourself to be the belly-button of the world; watch the panic, when the centre of attention shifts; complete political paralysis, and the ageing queen, who, if celibate, would have created a revival... but now the joke in the family, or rather the ghost of diana runs in the family... that accursed family.

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