"foor" poems
Once day there was a ***** cat
she was very fat
and wanted to **** herself
with a shelf
but that would be impossible
because cats cant touch shelves without explodingble
which means, they would die
and then it jumped high
and landed on a road
and was killed by a toad
driving a foor weel drive
oh ****
that ***** got hit
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 7:47 PM UTC
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I hold my breath when
you come to me
Or call me on the phone
Your non~questions rarely being
How are you Mom
But that you need money
You say it is for good things
Like food and clothes
Maybe it will be after...
When you begin to heal
I try and protect my fragile heart
Cause I don't know when
the war will break out that
will tear us again
Carefully packed bags
now ripped and strewn
across the foor
knick knacks fallen
with the slam of the door
On the phone for a moment
longer than you approved.
Punishment of your spite,
ugly names that came at me
like pellets and angry wasps,
while the woman
on the other line
told me it would all be OK
Assured me
over and over
A three minute call
that ended too soon.
Too long for You to wait.
Longer than the Morning
was patient, while you slept
as I lovingly packed your food.
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC
Drip drip drop
I watch the blood run dwn my leg then pool on the bathroom floor in one spot
Drip drip drop
I lock the door so i wont be caught
Drip drip drop
I lock the foor so i wont be stopped
Drip drip drop
I look at my leg this is for my flesh as i carve n F
Drip drip drop
This is for the ******* remarks in place i carve an A
Drip drip drop
Im done with being called an idiot accedentally so i carve an I
Drip drip drop
For everyone who called me a looser or laughed i carve an L
Drip drip drop
People who made me feel useless this is for you as i carve a U
Drip drip drop
This is for those who made me realize what i am so i carve an R
Drip drip drop
This ones for me the last letter i carve an E
Drip drip drop
I lay in the tub watching the water run red replaying FAILURE over and over in my head
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 3:10 PM UTC
Anyone wanna chat I'm bored. And waiting for ember evanescent to finish creating a poem for me so wicked bored anyone up foor a conversation.
Dear followrs
Thanks for keepin
In touch stay that
Way plz thx: D
Love,
T-Gold
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 1:15 AM UTC
I'm okay
you know,
like this.
A matress by
the cold concrete foor
bareskinned
thin white fabric shredding
warmth
our legs laced
and
my fingers dancing
on your chest.
The sunlight makes it's
way throughout the closed windows
and I felt scared,
for myself.
Because I envy the sun,
whose rays touch you
in just a single wrap
while
there are still parts
of your body
I have not touched.
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 11:36 AM UTC
You climbed unto my heart and sat on that throne,like all was yours and I too would suffer that faith.
You were right, though I fought and struggled soon your blue eyes a crushed me like the tempting sky
Your pink lips wrapped mine in a rose scented haze and my resolve was over.
It died as quiclly as it spruted and a lingering dissapointment hovers on my chest.
I had been weak and I had let that one gaze of nothing but infatuation both entise me and crush my dreams of ever healing
I do not still love you and if I do then maybe hell is right next foor
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
will I ever be mist
as my tree falls down
crashing silently to the foor of life itself
will I ever be heard
or do I just speak to myself
in words
God prase
the free words
And Thank you all.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC
yes, and the prolonged life:
"engineering"
process... as dictated by...
listening...
i was for a long time
described as "mentally" ill...
**** it,
bring on the ethunasia
project...
sado-masochist
pro-life advocates....
people will never
ever known
how to make ontology
"coicidental"
with the natural world...
esp. given technological
advances...
no amount
of leni riefenstahl
****
***** i want to die!
because sure as ****
blüt ist geblüt...
but you will not care
foor your ailing
grandparents... will you?!
so... you want my children
to take care of them?
why is death such
an inhumane
aspect
of life?
why... no romance?
why no
byzantinischchor?
instead
byzantinischdenken?
your living will not care
for my living prior to
death,
so, why...
should i even make
theatre,
of your thought being:
the sulfer orientated
worth curation?
mother... ******* son
ego of the σχολαστικός -
of:
s'CH'OL'A
chase no sKip...
scholastic...
Me-Te-Ra-To'N-
SKe-psIE..
saying:
where is the consonant
"cut-off":
prefix,
and the vowel
"cut-in":
suffix...
i.e. in the example
of ψη:
ps'i E...
who? nor w'hat?
people chant against
the Byzantines...
but the choir...
the choir...
are what's called
the... reserves.
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 11:38 PM UTC