"booboos" poems - Hello Poetry

To think i actually cared at one point. It's pathetic, you've always been that. Like a child scraping their knee, talking about booboos for days. To say i loved you at one point. It's pathetic. The word i love most because it describes anything we had once. The word, who's face so stunningly glorious. You laugh and smile in my presence. At the thought of me? At the thought of someone who actually cared for you? Is pathetic. I despise your prensence. Sickness The Plague you spread. Death The love i had Caring The things unsaid Loving Never to be done again You A Thing i experienced. You're lost love. I'm sorry that things went to hell. Because this Thing that i feel isn't burning desire anymore. Nor is it hatred. It's nothing, an empty pit of darkness with one ray of glancing light. I asked someone how you're doing today. I looked for you today to give you the mix i held onto. So **** me? Maybe you should think about the way you go through people. The way you go through life So unsatisfied. I'm not going to have anymore idiotic "Poem Wars" I have eyes to see. You needed You need more love care pain and everything i couldn't stand to give. My sanity is back. I realize, i didn't Love you. Honestly, I just think. Honestly, I just liked your music and your thighs.

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Feb 4, 2014

Feb 4, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC

janessa-luna

Good music, Curvy thighs

To think i actually cared at one point. It's pathetic, you've always been that. Like a child scraping their knee, talking about booboos for days. To say i loved you at one point. It's pathetic. The word i love most because it describes anything we had once. The word, who's face so stunningly glorious. You laugh and smile in my presence. At the thought of me? At the thought of someone who actually cared for you? Is pathetic. I despise your prensence. Sickness The Plague you spread. Death The love i had Caring The things unsaid Loving Never to be done again You A Thing i experienced. You're lost love. I'm sorry that things went to hell. Because this Thing that i feel isn't burning desire anymore. Nor is it hatred. It's nothing, an empty pit of darkness with one ray of glancing light. I asked someone how you're doing today. I looked for you today to give you the mix i held onto. So **** me? Maybe you should think about the way you go through people. The way you go through life So unsatisfied. I'm not going to have anymore idiotic "Poem Wars" I have eyes to see. You needed You need more love care pain and everything i couldn't stand to give. My sanity is back. I realize, i didn't Love you. Honestly, I just think. Honestly, I just liked your music and your thighs.

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dense, warm air and sticky grins were prominent during those sunny summer days tripping over our friends and muffled laughter grass stained shorts and muddy fingernails wet, curly locks of dark hair and bare feet squishing against the grass kids are known to be careless a big bowl of fresh strawberries is placed onto the plaid blanket spread across the prickly grass blades and we shoved our hands in quickly to see who could get the huge strawberry in the middle first some blades of grass stuck right through the blanket and poked our legs hard enough to make it sting but it didnt phase us neither did our grimy hands as we devoured the delicious fruit. we were messy kids. the juice dripped down our arms, creating a translucent river of rosy red juice you licked yours up but i stared at mine, intrigued as the river followed my veins and settled in the crooks of my bent elbow i couldnt resist slurping it up eventually though strawberries were always my favorite several years later it isnt the same the red river dripping down my arm, following my veins and settling in my bent elbow didnt taste the same as the sweet strawberries of summertime. the gashes on my arm werent from an intense game of tag with a friend or from rolling around in the grass too roughly these gashes were more than just booboos mommy couldnt kiss these and make them all better mommy couldnt make them disappear i couldnt make them disappear i made them appear they are here to stay, and not some sticky juices from a summertime delight they were sticky juices from a wintertime despair. a twisted mind a long sleeved hoodie in 90 degree weather a sad excuse as to why it was a hoodie instead of a t shirt or a tank top a bit lip to hold back the tears a friend who tried their hardest, but couldnt notice and brushed it off a forever tainted mind whenever someone offers me strawberries i take them, even if i am filled to the brim or sick of strawberries altogether because maybe if i overdose on strawberries my mind will blur and all the memories of the thick, dark red river of wintertime despair will all become replaced with strawberry juice and i will wake up and it will have been nothing but a fever dream.

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Dec 3, 2016

Dec 3, 2016 at 12:23 AM UTC

nicoii

strawberry juice

dense, warm air and sticky grins were prominent during those sunny summer days tripping over our friends and muffled laughter grass stained shorts and muddy fingernails wet, curly locks of dark hair and bare feet squishing against the grass kids are known to be careless a big bowl of fresh strawberries is placed onto the plaid blanket spread across the prickly grass blades and we shoved our hands in quickly to see who could get the huge strawberry in the middle first some blades of grass stuck right through the blanket and poked our legs hard enough to make it sting but it didnt phase us neither did our grimy hands as we devoured the delicious fruit. we were messy kids. the juice dripped down our arms, creating a translucent river of rosy red juice you licked yours up but i stared at mine, intrigued as the river followed my veins and settled in the crooks of my bent elbow i couldnt resist slurping it up eventually though strawberries were always my favorite several years later it isnt the same the red river dripping down my arm, following my veins and settling in my bent elbow didnt taste the same as the sweet strawberries of summertime. the gashes on my arm werent from an intense game of tag with a friend or from rolling around in the grass too roughly these gashes were more than just booboos mommy couldnt kiss these and make them all better mommy couldnt make them disappear i couldnt make them disappear i made them appear they are here to stay, and not some sticky juices from a summertime delight they were sticky juices from a wintertime despair. a twisted mind a long sleeved hoodie in 90 degree weather a sad excuse as to why it was a hoodie instead of a t shirt or a tank top a bit lip to hold back the tears a friend who tried their hardest, but couldnt notice and brushed it off a forever tainted mind whenever someone offers me strawberries i take them, even if i am filled to the brim or sick of strawberries altogether because maybe if i overdose on strawberries my mind will blur and all the memories of the thick, dark red river of wintertime despair will all become replaced with strawberry juice and i will wake up and it will have been nothing but a fever dream.

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You took care of all of my booboos Kissed all my scars But when mental woes came I was discard. I am terrified now, to come to you, I don't want you to look at me Like I'm twisted. Worthless, I felt like that for three ******* years! But when it's your mother, the pain is so much more unbearable than you thought

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Jul 22, 2014

Jul 22, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC

willow-grierson

Worthless

You took care of all of my booboos Kissed all my scars But when mental woes came I was discard. I am terrified now, to come to you, I don't want you to look at me Like I'm twisted. Worthless, I felt like that for three ******* years! But when it's your mother, the pain is so much more unbearable than you thought

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For anyone owning a pc Does not have it worse than me I have a degree in technology Oh computer gods hear my plea I went from windows 7 to ten and back again I encounter viruses from now until then I work crazy hours to fix pc issues Could someone please hand me some tissues I am going through the pc tech blues This is a living to help pay my dues The customers' pc is putting up a fight But we will go at it all night until i get it right I will not let one problem be missed My dear pc your booboos will be kissed I work hard to provide excellent service Now some pc's make me nervous Pc tech blues cannot fix it i will repair your parts Even if the cost breaks a few hearts That's what I will have to do To make you pc good as new The pc tech blues I struggle for you pc i will manage and juggle I will fix your troubles fast and swift For my customer fixing you is my gift

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Feb 22, 2016

Feb 22, 2016 at 5:18 PM UTC

arnesha-lanette-jones

PC Tech Blues

For anyone owning a pc Does not have it worse than me I have a degree in technology Oh computer gods hear my plea I went from windows 7 to ten and back again I encounter viruses from now until then I work crazy hours to fix pc issues Could someone please hand me some tissues I am going through the pc tech blues This is a living to help pay my dues The customers' pc is putting up a fight But we will go at it all night until i get it right I will not let one problem be missed My dear pc your booboos will be kissed I work hard to provide excellent service Now some pc's make me nervous Pc tech blues cannot fix it i will repair your parts Even if the cost breaks a few hearts That's what I will have to do To make you pc good as new The pc tech blues I struggle for you pc i will manage and juggle I will fix your troubles fast and swift For my customer fixing you is my gift

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to the rhythm of "Miss Muffet" A lone little girl sat in her room holding her stuffie so tight. The terrible shadows wrapped close about her forcing her sad eyes to cry. she cut at the shadows but cut only herself wishing the shadows would leave. she dreamed of a plant that could bloom over her booboos where she had made herself bleed. Her shame was so mean and crawled bout the corners where all the mean memories lay. "Can't sumbudy save me an chase out the night, befow I cut mysef away?" When suddenly to her surprise and delight the door opened, pouring in light. The shadows hissed cruel as they slinked off in fear, cursing and suffering blight. The sound of His voice was all that it took to chase the bad memories away. "Come to Daddy's arms my sweetest of treasures, Daddy's now here to stay." "you will not be scared. you will not have fright, as long as you hold Me tight. Daddy will be here to cuddle you close, all throughout the night."

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Oct 18, 2014

Oct 18, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC

Rmatheson

A Lone little girl

to the rhythm of "Miss Muffet" A lone little girl sat in her room holding her stuffie so tight. The terrible shadows wrapped close about her forcing her sad eyes to cry. she cut at the shadows but cut only herself wishing the shadows would leave. she dreamed of a plant that could bloom over her booboos where she had made herself bleed. Her shame was so mean and crawled bout the corners where all the mean memories lay. "Can't sumbudy save me an chase out the night, befow I cut mysef away?" When suddenly to her surprise and delight the door opened, pouring in light. The shadows hissed cruel as they slinked off in fear, cursing and suffering blight. The sound of His voice was all that it took to chase the bad memories away. "Come to Daddy's arms my sweetest of treasures, Daddy's now here to stay." "you will not be scared. you will not have fright, as long as you hold Me tight. Daddy will be here to cuddle you close, all throughout the night."

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I am a terrible student I can't focus I rarely study If I know an answer I don't know how I am a terrible employee I get angry at customers I'm not always in a good mood And I've made a target of myself I am not a good daughter I've lied Cheated And I start fights and argue all the time I am a good friend There is nothing I wouldn't do for a friend I would drop anything And run to help a friend I am a good girlfriend I'll kiss you when you are sick make you better Do whatever you want Anything to be with you I am a good sister I will beat up a **** who messes with you I will tell you when you're being stupid And I'll do everything I can to make you smile I am a good Aunt I tell the kiddos how the Doctor keeps away the monsters I hold them when they cry And kiss away the booboos I may not be good Not all the way through But parts of me are And that is who I am

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Feb 27, 2014

Feb 27, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC

Insert-fake-name-here

Who I Am

I am a terrible student I can't focus I rarely study If I know an answer I don't know how I am a terrible employee I get angry at customers I'm not always in a good mood And I've made a target of myself I am not a good daughter I've lied Cheated And I start fights and argue all the time I am a good friend There is nothing I wouldn't do for a friend I would drop anything And run to help a friend I am a good girlfriend I'll kiss you when you are sick make you better Do whatever you want Anything to be with you I am a good sister I will beat up a **** who messes with you I will tell you when you're being stupid And I'll do everything I can to make you smile I am a good Aunt I tell the kiddos how the Doctor keeps away the monsters I hold them when they cry And kiss away the booboos I may not be good Not all the way through But parts of me are And that is who I am

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we protest raising voice against molestation. first we all stand , growing in stature. then we walk robed in skin. what will you do? don’t gaze like this. we sit bare from toe to head what will you do? don’t be the pack of snarling wolves our crannies are veiled with downy lips which tremour. bold you are, amorous too, our booboos swell don’t take care of them unless consensual. don’t gaze like this our thighs are neither wheat-toned nor white, for you to satisfy. they are as black as possible. don’t embarrass you jacks or don’t give a snort of disgust we are black. yet we can entice you to raise your eyebrows if your gazes and scents arms and legs and crotches are consensual. or else, not all coquettish, come hither to award you all a ten nautical miler kick and punch we are strong.

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Mar 13, 2018

Mar 13, 2018 at 2:06 AM UTC

achuthan

we protest

we protest raising voice against molestation. first we all stand , growing in stature. then we walk robed in skin. what will you do? don’t gaze like this. we sit bare from toe to head what will you do? don’t be the pack of snarling wolves our crannies are veiled with downy lips which tremour. bold you are, amorous too, our booboos swell don’t take care of them unless consensual. don’t gaze like this our thighs are neither wheat-toned nor white, for you to satisfy. they are as black as possible. don’t embarrass you jacks or don’t give a snort of disgust we are black. yet we can entice you to raise your eyebrows if your gazes and scents arms and legs and crotches are consensual. or else, not all coquettish, come hither to award you all a ten nautical miler kick and punch we are strong.

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I hate that you're the only thing I see when I close my eyes. I hate that. I hate the way your old hands touched my young skin, I hate the way you made my young hands touch you. I was a naive trusting little lamb, You, you were a big deceiving lion, And I was your prey. I wanted to learn and you were willing to teach, But there was a miscommunication of what was meant to be taught. You wanted to teach me how to touch you, And I wanted to learn how to spell. I never did learn how to spell the only word I needed. Help. I didn't learn anything to be honest, Only the fear of love, Of touch, Of men; including my own father, uncle, and grandfather who has a hard time writing his own name. I feared walking into school and it only got worse as time went on. But Mr. Kiss, If that's even your real name, I want to thank you. You did teach me something that I'll always hold with me, You taught me what it's like out in the "real" world. You taught me the most valuable thing I know; Not everyone is who they claim to be. You can hide, repress, ignore all the memories you want; But hiding, repressing, ignoring doesn't undo the damage already done. Me, growing and loving and treating people the way I wasn't treated is what will help to heal the booboos you left behind. So, again, Mr. Kiss, thank you for doing your "job" and teaching me what I needed to know. Sincerely; Not a victim, But a girl with feelings.

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May 20, 2017

May 20, 2017 at 10:52 PM UTC

FreckledFreak11

Mr. Kiss

I hate that you're the only thing I see when I close my eyes. I hate that. I hate the way your old hands touched my young skin, I hate the way you made my young hands touch you. I was a naive trusting little lamb, You, you were a big deceiving lion, And I was your prey. I wanted to learn and you were willing to teach, But there was a miscommunication of what was meant to be taught. You wanted to teach me how to touch you, And I wanted to learn how to spell. I never did learn how to spell the only word I needed. Help. I didn't learn anything to be honest, Only the fear of love, Of touch, Of men; including my own father, uncle, and grandfather who has a hard time writing his own name. I feared walking into school and it only got worse as time went on. But Mr. Kiss, If that's even your real name, I want to thank you. You did teach me something that I'll always hold with me, You taught me what it's like out in the "real" world. You taught me the most valuable thing I know; Not everyone is who they claim to be. You can hide, repress, ignore all the memories you want; But hiding, repressing, ignoring doesn't undo the damage already done. Me, growing and loving and treating people the way I wasn't treated is what will help to heal the booboos you left behind. So, again, Mr. Kiss, thank you for doing your "job" and teaching me what I needed to know. Sincerely; Not a victim, But a girl with feelings.

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