"cannibalizing" poems - Hello Poetry

Something bigger than I am, those shoulders over mine and faster than I can be, cannibalizing time, it's not sad, I'm not sad... Someway it's worth one's while seizing bubbles from reverie and in between no crime, starving now and then I'm not dying, it's not dying What comes by nature grows, poignant embrace to abide by. To sharpen up a stem to a lilac rose leaves bewildered but crucially alive it's just my thought... I'm just in a thought But first I am real and here on my own to venture onward.

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Jul 29, 2016

Jul 29, 2016 at 6:27 AM UTC

lucreziamn

Onward

Something bigger than I am, those shoulders over mine and faster than I can be, cannibalizing time, it's not sad, I'm not sad... Someway it's worth one's while seizing bubbles from reverie and in between no crime, starving now and then I'm not dying, it's not dying What comes by nature grows, poignant embrace to abide by. To sharpen up a stem to a lilac rose leaves bewildered but crucially alive it's just my thought... I'm just in a thought But first I am real and here on my own to venture onward.

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I don't sit well with happy uncomfortable like a scab needing picked or the way I can't say I love you it gnaws at my stomach painfully it ***** with my mind relentlessly and leaves me feeling sick I seek out pain like a ****** one hit was too much a thousand not enough pawning my soul piece by piece burning my body when there's nothing left begging to battered bruised and ever searching for a stronger dose I can't sleep unless I'm hurting or strung out stupid or drunk or ******* up my future trapped inside my head I can't help but pick at sutures just to keep on bleeding every good emotion I thought I ever had my heart it keeps on beat beat beating tattered torn and full of holes despite my best efforts to fail and fall my hands they won't stop shaking until I'm all run down and barely breathing just staring at the cracked flaking wall eating myself alive one memory at a time self cannibalizing every comforting thought burning mental bridges and savoring the smell I can't stop thinking about death but that would only stop these feelings clutching at my broken mind wishing it were broken glass

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Dec 28, 2013

Dec 28, 2013 at 12:14 AM UTC

ben-2

*********

I don't sit well with happy uncomfortable like a scab needing picked or the way I can't say I love you it gnaws at my stomach painfully it ***** with my mind relentlessly and leaves me feeling sick I seek out pain like a ****** one hit was too much a thousand not enough pawning my soul piece by piece burning my body when there's nothing left begging to battered bruised and ever searching for a stronger dose I can't sleep unless I'm hurting or strung out stupid or drunk or ******* up my future trapped inside my head I can't help but pick at sutures just to keep on bleeding every good emotion I thought I ever had my heart it keeps on beat beat beating tattered torn and full of holes despite my best efforts to fail and fall my hands they won't stop shaking until I'm all run down and barely breathing just staring at the cracked flaking wall eating myself alive one memory at a time self cannibalizing every comforting thought burning mental bridges and savoring the smell I can't stop thinking about death but that would only stop these feelings clutching at my broken mind wishing it were broken glass

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Rereading the poems of others and my own. Community across time and graves. What's left exceeds in significance one's last moment. Yet his last moment must have been exceedingly important for the poet. Nothing he did that day will seem meaningful. While we prosecute the war a pileated woodpecker and red squirrel compete for sunflower seeds. A winter slow to assert itself. I can still see my mother's father and his bowl of filberts, almonds, walnuts quiet weekday mornings. Both grandfathers read sports pages religiously. I don't know if my grandmother who gave me the anthology of, to date, dated unreadable poems read poetry. I remember my mother's mother spoke rarely as an animal. Writing but not knowing where I'm going unlike Joan Didion justly cannibalizing candidates who didn't read the Constitution, Bill of Rights or Federalist Papers. It's late, I have not vacuumed or shopped for food. Instead I reread Phil Levine's Salami.

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Aug 10, 2015

Aug 10, 2015 at 11:19 AM UTC

robert-ronnow

Rereading

Rereading the poems of others and my own. Community across time and graves. What's left exceeds in significance one's last moment. Yet his last moment must have been exceedingly important for the poet. Nothing he did that day will seem meaningful. While we prosecute the war a pileated woodpecker and red squirrel compete for sunflower seeds. A winter slow to assert itself. I can still see my mother's father and his bowl of filberts, almonds, walnuts quiet weekday mornings. Both grandfathers read sports pages religiously. I don't know if my grandmother who gave me the anthology of, to date, dated unreadable poems read poetry. I remember my mother's mother spoke rarely as an animal. Writing but not knowing where I'm going unlike Joan Didion justly cannibalizing candidates who didn't read the Constitution, Bill of Rights or Federalist Papers. It's late, I have not vacuumed or shopped for food. Instead I reread Phil Levine's Salami.

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Staring at bricks stuck together Lying and thinking whether worth the kicks. What's the point a dull voice voiced undermining the excited one Life, more like a temple run Everyone's aiming for high like cannabis cannibalizing cerebellum I can't think of a reason why follow withered curriculum Last nail has been hammered Once again it surfaced as I gaze with my face dazed among others with thought so tattered.

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Apr 23, 2021

Apr 23, 2021 at 9:51 AM UTC

mindstealer

The Point

Staring at bricks stuck together Lying and thinking whether worth the kicks. What's the point a dull voice voiced undermining the excited one Life, more like a temple run Everyone's aiming for high like cannabis cannibalizing cerebellum I can't think of a reason why follow withered curriculum Last nail has been hammered Once again it surfaced as I gaze with my face dazed among others with thought so tattered.

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Lost in an insane asylum now i am riding into the abyss a tornado of darkness relapsed right before within hours it was broke smoking till I choke laughing at the burn my thoughts they steam they churn higher learning became erased and was wasted fully laced with shrooms in a vase growing beautifully in place then plucked like a rose but consumed like a banana all in down the hatch having to analyze the trip need a diorama, diagram, and some more RAM for this kid. Memory Take me to a place where I can live in the stars, jet black, burning lights is the essence that just begins a true memory in the cemetery of the dead the souls as they laugh and play lust in all ways, but the way I sway my words turn them to zombies cannibalizing each other, the strongest is the alpha that runs out and destroys the others in doing that the abomination becomes fat, erodes in its brutish nature, truly exposed Wasted As I drink the fifth, the Jin talks within the gin, truly a spin on words, but not really, cause most men will wish pleasures for there ***** but me that is far to silly. Billy Jean was not his girl, but he sure did **** her. Being poor is not that real to the rich man who have most man working for them at the age of 10 but then again is that 1% an exception that can only be seen in an inception, during a recession, in repentance from a resentful soul oh be Gentle They scream as he came and conquered They scream as he saw that we have gone bonkers He came to conquer Like champagne and lobster, Cuban cigar in that mouth and herb in that pipe, whispering in his ear is the Willow with an appetite and he might and he did and he will and he rid in to conquer again to conquer End

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Mar 29, 2016

Mar 29, 2016 at 11:08 PM UTC

michael-joseph-olivas

Walking Woes

Lost in an insane asylum now i am riding into the abyss a tornado of darkness relapsed right before within hours it was broke smoking till I choke laughing at the burn my thoughts they steam they churn higher learning became erased and was wasted fully laced with shrooms in a vase growing beautifully in place then plucked like a rose but consumed like a banana all in down the hatch having to analyze the trip need a diorama, diagram, and some more RAM for this kid. Memory Take me to a place where I can live in the stars, jet black, burning lights is the essence that just begins a true memory in the cemetery of the dead the souls as they laugh and play lust in all ways, but the way I sway my words turn them to zombies cannibalizing each other, the strongest is the alpha that runs out and destroys the others in doing that the abomination becomes fat, erodes in its brutish nature, truly exposed Wasted As I drink the fifth, the Jin talks within the gin, truly a spin on words, but not really, cause most men will wish pleasures for there ***** but me that is far to silly. Billy Jean was not his girl, but he sure did **** her. Being poor is not that real to the rich man who have most man working for them at the age of 10 but then again is that 1% an exception that can only be seen in an inception, during a recession, in repentance from a resentful soul oh be Gentle They scream as he came and conquered They scream as he saw that we have gone bonkers He came to conquer Like champagne and lobster, Cuban cigar in that mouth and herb in that pipe, whispering in his ear is the Willow with an appetite and he might and he did and he will and he rid in to conquer again to conquer End

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two (or is it three...?) weeks in to the overnight shift and never have i wanted to wash myself in the golden rays of that nearest star our sun more than i do now as the ineradicable cloak of night stretches itself over these my newly waking hours. this night i feel massive but diffuse, like the ghost of a glacier lingering amongst the scablands; nebulous and immense, like a short-circuited god-machine cannibalizing itself in a forgotten corner of the universe. the sleep is broken, the mind needs rest. the mind needs rest.

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May 9, 2020

May 9, 2020 at 4:01 AM UTC

Laokos

anemic albino animus

two (or is it three...?) weeks in to the overnight shift and never have i wanted to wash myself in the golden rays of that nearest star our sun more than i do now as the ineradicable cloak of night stretches itself over these my newly waking hours. this night i feel massive but diffuse, like the ghost of a glacier lingering amongst the scablands; nebulous and immense, like a short-circuited god-machine cannibalizing itself in a forgotten corner of the universe. the sleep is broken, the mind needs rest. the mind needs rest.

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Lets try something new An altered verse Rhythm Drink the chilling darkness From the lifeless lips of death Mourning skies paint roads with sorrow Brushtrokes on a weathered canvas Self mutilated through indecision Moments frozen in eternities Moments void of sound Moments cannibalizing Moments... When traversing the wilderness That fork in the way Be it devils and demons Be it cherubs and seraphs Stagnation is death

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May 2, 2016

May 2, 2016 at 5:14 PM UTC

devin-ortiz

Painted at the Crossroads

Lets try something new An altered verse Rhythm Drink the chilling darkness From the lifeless lips of death Mourning skies paint roads with sorrow Brushtrokes on a weathered canvas Self mutilated through indecision Moments frozen in eternities Moments void of sound Moments cannibalizing Moments... When traversing the wilderness That fork in the way Be it devils and demons Be it cherubs and seraphs Stagnation is death

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haint gonna mock ridiculous science asper to be bled dark practices to leech out mailer daemons, not so laughable nor in cred double, when oppressed diabolical dread oompah loompah fealty l'chaim fled as hand grenades explode within my head mettlesome monsters make mercuric chrome dome feel like a led zeppelin with fractured stairway to heaven in stead... delivers me zombies, where angels fear to tread cuz, the devil and psyche did wed shotgun Swedish crow did house mafia style wrenched, wrested wretched mental state most intense (no croc) dial shattered, slewed, splintered sanity, thus practitioner with "FAKE" know how aisle apprentice Aunt Roadie, who will skewer me evil spirits den da deuce till I beak home one sacrificed overly cooked goose a burnt offering shish kabob no longer able to raise cane on the loose like a red bull rocky on the shoals of a frantically angry moose livid with rage (akin to diary of mad a housewife) entropy written, where death will be only truce pyromaniac qua ramshackle shanty (tinderbox) unleashes wicked zeal hellacious incendiary juiced ride up plies noisome rubbery odor, sans hot wheel along the outer limits of functionality explosions precipitate like drops of molten steel routing hunger, searing nostrils, tearing tenuous fragile tethered tendrils self cannibalizing via tooth and nine inch nail linkedin with nauseousness as thine meal exemplary asper full blown panic attack lodged within mine genetic blooper print deal.

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Apr 25, 2018

Apr 25, 2018 at 11:27 AM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

desperate call for a witch doctor

haint gonna mock ridiculous science asper to be bled dark practices to leech out mailer daemons, not so laughable nor in cred double, when oppressed diabolical dread oompah loompah fealty l'chaim fled as hand grenades explode within my head mettlesome monsters make mercuric chrome dome feel like a led zeppelin with fractured stairway to heaven in stead... delivers me zombies, where angels fear to tread cuz, the devil and psyche did wed shotgun Swedish crow did house mafia style wrenched, wrested wretched mental state most intense (no croc) dial shattered, slewed, splintered sanity, thus practitioner with "FAKE" know how aisle apprentice Aunt Roadie, who will skewer me evil spirits den da deuce till I beak home one sacrificed overly cooked goose a burnt offering shish kabob no longer able to raise cane on the loose like a red bull rocky on the shoals of a frantically angry moose livid with rage (akin to diary of mad a housewife) entropy written, where death will be only truce pyromaniac qua ramshackle shanty (tinderbox) unleashes wicked zeal hellacious incendiary juiced ride up plies noisome rubbery odor, sans hot wheel along the outer limits of functionality explosions precipitate like drops of molten steel routing hunger, searing nostrils, tearing tenuous fragile tethered tendrils self cannibalizing via tooth and nine inch nail linkedin with nauseousness as thine meal exemplary asper full blown panic attack lodged within mine genetic blooper print deal.

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Liberal Hillary for notsee Trumpler, Dempublicans for remocrats, Because the invisible coup lied, Hillary's "not perfect", was all The excuse dinos, linos, sinos, ginos, Ainos, kremlin kronies, hackers, wicked Leaks, Bernie or bust bots, needed. The worst, US intelligence/police industrial Complex, who, like king george and his **** Cheney, purposely not preventing the Attacks on 9-11-01, they didn't prevent the Hacking of our 11-16 elections, installing Trumpler and attempting to realize a borne Again cold war, extreme theft of tax $, etc.. Potential democracy for mediocracy, Peace and prosperity for Ebony, ivory, The Black and white supremacies' Cannibalizing the future, for e.g., Tax dolla's, in perfect harmony, To replicate the past's supposed: Profits, pleasures, and powers. $12. to $15. an hour minimum wage, Reproductive and healthcare rights Progressed, et al, for the Black Supremacy getting: a President in 2020, Potentially, instead of waiting till 2040, 'cause, "once you go Black you Never go back", extreme war funding, etc.. "...We(e),...", used to know to: not Grind up the seeds, let our kid's as... Be, and let them be kids, the real Deficits realized are astronomically Higher, like when the trillion ton Ice cube was dropped in the drink, Cooling things off for a bit, but, Heating them up forever, burning, Flooding, extincting everything. We can, Individually, turn 360 degrees around, Back to The Evolution, the future, humans Will only have if we do. By changing Everything, swapping criminal insanity For sanity, exigency for humanity, again.

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Apr 4, 2018

Apr 4, 2018 at 3:13 PM UTC

reality

Swapped

Liberal Hillary for notsee Trumpler, Dempublicans for remocrats, Because the invisible coup lied, Hillary's "not perfect", was all The excuse dinos, linos, sinos, ginos, Ainos, kremlin kronies, hackers, wicked Leaks, Bernie or bust bots, needed. The worst, US intelligence/police industrial Complex, who, like king george and his **** Cheney, purposely not preventing the Attacks on 9-11-01, they didn't prevent the Hacking of our 11-16 elections, installing Trumpler and attempting to realize a borne Again cold war, extreme theft of tax $, etc.. Potential democracy for mediocracy, Peace and prosperity for Ebony, ivory, The Black and white supremacies' Cannibalizing the future, for e.g., Tax dolla's, in perfect harmony, To replicate the past's supposed: Profits, pleasures, and powers. $12. to $15. an hour minimum wage, Reproductive and healthcare rights Progressed, et al, for the Black Supremacy getting: a President in 2020, Potentially, instead of waiting till 2040, 'cause, "once you go Black you Never go back", extreme war funding, etc.. "...We(e),...", used to know to: not Grind up the seeds, let our kid's as... Be, and let them be kids, the real Deficits realized are astronomically Higher, like when the trillion ton Ice cube was dropped in the drink, Cooling things off for a bit, but, Heating them up forever, burning, Flooding, extincting everything. We can, Individually, turn 360 degrees around, Back to The Evolution, the future, humans Will only have if we do. By changing Everything, swapping criminal insanity For sanity, exigency for humanity, again.

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Convolution's coming to the fore', with him putting rumpettes "...in his Cabinet, Admin.". But, of cour', when we think the as backwards crew's in our rearview, their rule reigns. The world knows they're every moment traitors for e'er more, and ne'er were nothin' more. Colluding to collaborating with their destruction of nation, cannibalizing the pieces, is treason too, it's not "stopping partisanship", not "bringing a country together", not "healing", only hurting, 'I undo the wraps from my wounded heart', "...we(e),...", are keeping it's broken pieces from falling apart with, 'covid's gotta be stopped, gotta save quarter million lives', 'Ossoff and Warnock need us to help GOTV, donate, to win GA's Senate seats for US', but, it'll never be the same. Thought crime replicating la machine, the show that must, goes on?

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Dec 16, 2020

Dec 16, 2020 at 12:16 AM UTC

reality

Say It Ain't So Joe, Say It Ain't So

Convolution's coming to the fore', with him putting rumpettes "...in his Cabinet, Admin.". But, of cour', when we think the as backwards crew's in our rearview, their rule reigns. The world knows they're every moment traitors for e'er more, and ne'er were nothin' more. Colluding to collaborating with their destruction of nation, cannibalizing the pieces, is treason too, it's not "stopping partisanship", not "bringing a country together", not "healing", only hurting, 'I undo the wraps from my wounded heart', "...we(e),...", are keeping it's broken pieces from falling apart with, 'covid's gotta be stopped, gotta save quarter million lives', 'Ossoff and Warnock need us to help GOTV, donate, to win GA's Senate seats for US', but, it'll never be the same. Thought crime replicating la machine, the show that must, goes on?

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It’s a nice seat over here on the safer bank, where I’ve chosen a cozy spot to sit & contemplate the future of my world, watching those narrow-minded-fools fighting amoungst themselves, cannibalizing each other’s dark hearts, & giving me time to start all over again, now stronger than before the melee began.

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May 28, 2014

May 28, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC

jonny-angel

Watching The Fires Burn Across The River (A Strategy~Art of War)

It’s a nice seat over here on the safer bank, where I’ve chosen a cozy spot to sit & contemplate the future of my world, watching those narrow-minded-fools fighting amoungst themselves, cannibalizing each other’s dark hearts, & giving me time to start all over again, now stronger than before the melee began.

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