"freuds" poems - Hello Poetry

Put me in the glass cupboard, make sure you turn the key, make me forbidden to all. Forbidden to all, but you. Pick and choose your visits. Please, don’t worry about me. My unmoving eyes light up, each time that you return. Pick up my limp body for without you it doesn’t move. Untangle my strings, dust me off. I’m sorry for the mess. Freuds wink, and self-assurance, I’m your doll, and your play thing.

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Aug 28, 2018

Aug 28, 2018 at 1:50 PM UTC

Ola_Gia

The Doll, and The Puppeteer

Put me in the glass cupboard, make sure you turn the key, make me forbidden to all. Forbidden to all, but you. Pick and choose your visits. Please, don’t worry about me. My unmoving eyes light up, each time that you return. Pick up my limp body for without you it doesn’t move. Untangle my strings, dust me off. I’m sorry for the mess. Freuds wink, and self-assurance, I’m your doll, and your play thing.

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as a child i lay awake with zombies floating outside of my window. too terrified to sleep. not long ago i was a zombie breaking the glass of my childhood window seeing the boy in bed as i peeled off my skin and crawled through to eat him.

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Jul 29, 2015

Jul 29, 2015 at 8:00 PM UTC

mike-1

freuds dream dream

as a child i lay awake with zombies floating outside of my window. too terrified to sleep. not long ago i was a zombie breaking the glass of my childhood window seeing the boy in bed as i peeled off my skin and crawled through to eat him.

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Freuds lament meant that a pen is a ***** I comment Hi I am Sebastian I’m an addict Addicted to frantic erratic language In what language am I babbling in - can’t quit - can't resist Grappling this black pen with smeared hands Grasp the ******* thing And ink Panicking again Where squids swam Here stands a weird man Trapped in a stare match With miasmic abyss It’s scary **** As hearing camera flashes Dancing bare *** Unaware as to where the camera is Can’t fathom it An ensnaring act Grabbing talons Talented career paths Disappear fast With mirror battling The mere craftsmanship And mad man’s wit Embarrassing as still asking, unaware as to what is happening With clear answers apparent still Years pass years after still ain’t clear after asking this This is maddening Reappearing patterns still amass And thinking different things will happen if in fact I can persist The same **** happens That ***** batshit What if This madness catches That is bad As lit matches Catching mattress lint I fear I did damage to my Amygdala oblongata as a kid Again and again Damm habits Still I amass amazing Paragraphs saturations A hue is soothing To translucent humans Like my time as a youth spent School bench doodling Pulled the blue pen through the movements maneuvered cerulean loops drew huge dudes and exuberant protruding ***** for my youths amusement Nowadays I fetching the meddling Red pen sent from heaven making corrections, leveling mistakes begging for a reckoning, making more of less, settling scores, enabling communications less deafening, less beckoning, helping to get a sense of my best and when i left my element. what I might write with my white pen is silence, enticing I think.

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Mar 31, 2018

Mar 31, 2018 at 7:25 AM UTC

sebastian-aeio-winkler

First time at The Dan

Freuds lament meant that a pen is a ***** I comment Hi I am Sebastian I’m an addict Addicted to frantic erratic language In what language am I babbling in - can’t quit - can't resist Grappling this black pen with smeared hands Grasp the ******* thing And ink Panicking again Where squids swam Here stands a weird man Trapped in a stare match With miasmic abyss It’s scary **** As hearing camera flashes Dancing bare *** Unaware as to where the camera is Can’t fathom it An ensnaring act Grabbing talons Talented career paths Disappear fast With mirror battling The mere craftsmanship And mad man’s wit Embarrassing as still asking, unaware as to what is happening With clear answers apparent still Years pass years after still ain’t clear after asking this This is maddening Reappearing patterns still amass And thinking different things will happen if in fact I can persist The same **** happens That ***** batshit What if This madness catches That is bad As lit matches Catching mattress lint I fear I did damage to my Amygdala oblongata as a kid Again and again Damm habits Still I amass amazing Paragraphs saturations A hue is soothing To translucent humans Like my time as a youth spent School bench doodling Pulled the blue pen through the movements maneuvered cerulean loops drew huge dudes and exuberant protruding ***** for my youths amusement Nowadays I fetching the meddling Red pen sent from heaven making corrections, leveling mistakes begging for a reckoning, making more of less, settling scores, enabling communications less deafening, less beckoning, helping to get a sense of my best and when i left my element. what I might write with my white pen is silence, enticing I think.

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