"fullerton" poems - Hello Poetry

Obtusely overt and contusionally obscene, boy I feel like being mean. Rip its face off, shove it up its nose, be a raven in a flock of crows. Be a bad *** savage brutal, why I'll even throw in the kit and caboodle. Feral phrenic frenzied **** with immaculate mule kit blues aimed **** One for all and all for one, we're all moving to Fullerton. Where the lecherous lothario lout, is no longer libido liaison's tout. Fecund cogent liberating exigence, do you get it or are you dense? Pique puissant piquant quintescence, have you all learned your lessons?

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Jan 13, 2013

Jan 13, 2013 at 7:14 PM UTC

toreinss-pinwinkel-iii

Anger Issues

Obtusely overt and contusionally obscene, boy I feel like being mean. Rip its face off, shove it up its nose, be a raven in a flock of crows. Be a bad *** savage brutal, why I'll even throw in the kit and caboodle. Feral phrenic frenzied **** with immaculate mule kit blues aimed **** One for all and all for one, we're all moving to Fullerton. Where the lecherous lothario lout, is no longer libido liaison's tout. Fecund cogent liberating exigence, do you get it or are you dense? Pique puissant piquant quintescence, have you all learned your lessons?

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I grew into my youth without fearing dinosaurs, Because I watched too many re-programmings of Jurassic Park. I wasn't aware that my basketball skills could take me places. I was born here, I ran through cornfields and tall shades of grass, playing hooky with ******* hopscotch with ****** yet still averaging 24.6ppg while playing only 20 minutes a game. It seemed so easy and simple at first, doing these things. My neighbor Craig down the street, used to work at the children's hospital so he always had access to needles; all he wanted from me was a stack of metal spoons that I could steal from my grandmother's house so we could dissolve the ****** “This shit'll make you feel like you could never die”, he would always say. It was the 3rd quarter of our high school opening game against Fullerton. We played at the redeveloped convocation 20 miles south of town, because our high school received a bomb threat earlier that week. The court constructed with cheers and boos due to my low field goal percentage. I stashed my lucky line inside of my practice shorts in the locker room, so I could lie to my coaches about needing some air. My nostrils captured the effects of this white powdery substance, as my body started to fail and deteriorate. I think I felt my heart stop beating when I came to the free throw line. First shot...air ball. Second shot...no shot, body falls to the hardwood. My shoes squeaked like rabid mice without control, my right leg became convulsive and spastic, my left moved none. The floor below my body drenched in a bilinear merging of crimson red and **** yellow. The last image that I witnessed before my eyes left this world Were the faces of the opposing cheerleaders, Their young eyes bleeding blue and yellow, mascara and grief running down their pretty cheeks. They knew this from the beginning, my parents did. They thought I had changed and found a new sport to love. As my body laid on the floor, my parents laid in the belly of the audience, Incapable of shedding tears, because their suffering overtook their ability to cry.

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May 10, 2013

May 10, 2013 at 10:43 PM UTC

abel-araya

David Walcott

I grew into my youth without fearing dinosaurs, Because I watched too many re-programmings of Jurassic Park. I wasn't aware that my basketball skills could take me places. I was born here, I ran through cornfields and tall shades of grass, playing hooky with ******* hopscotch with ****** yet still averaging 24.6ppg while playing only 20 minutes a game. It seemed so easy and simple at first, doing these things. My neighbor Craig down the street, used to work at the children's hospital so he always had access to needles; all he wanted from me was a stack of metal spoons that I could steal from my grandmother's house so we could dissolve the ****** “This shit'll make you feel like you could never die”, he would always say. It was the 3rd quarter of our high school opening game against Fullerton. We played at the redeveloped convocation 20 miles south of town, because our high school received a bomb threat earlier that week. The court constructed with cheers and boos due to my low field goal percentage. I stashed my lucky line inside of my practice shorts in the locker room, so I could lie to my coaches about needing some air. My nostrils captured the effects of this white powdery substance, as my body started to fail and deteriorate. I think I felt my heart stop beating when I came to the free throw line. First shot...air ball. Second shot...no shot, body falls to the hardwood. My shoes squeaked like rabid mice without control, my right leg became convulsive and spastic, my left moved none. The floor below my body drenched in a bilinear merging of crimson red and **** yellow. The last image that I witnessed before my eyes left this world Were the faces of the opposing cheerleaders, Their young eyes bleeding blue and yellow, mascara and grief running down their pretty cheeks. They knew this from the beginning, my parents did. They thought I had changed and found a new sport to love. As my body laid on the floor, my parents laid in the belly of the audience, Incapable of shedding tears, because their suffering overtook their ability to cry.

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Obtusely overt and contusionally obscene, boy I feel like being mean. Rip its face off, shove it up its nose, be a raven in a flock of crows. Be a bad *** savage brutal, why I'll even throw in the kit and caboodle. Feral phrenic frenzied **** with immaculate mule kit blues aimed **** One for all and all for one, we're all moving to Fullerton. Where the lecherous lothario lout, is no longer libido liaison's tout. Fecund cogent liberating exigence, do you get it or are you dense? Pique puissant piquant quintescence, have you all learned your lessons?

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Nov 25, 2015

Nov 25, 2015 at 8:49 PM UTC

toreinss-pinwinkel-iii

Anger Issues

Obtusely overt and contusionally obscene, boy I feel like being mean. Rip its face off, shove it up its nose, be a raven in a flock of crows. Be a bad *** savage brutal, why I'll even throw in the kit and caboodle. Feral phrenic frenzied **** with immaculate mule kit blues aimed **** One for all and all for one, we're all moving to Fullerton. Where the lecherous lothario lout, is no longer libido liaison's tout. Fecund cogent liberating exigence, do you get it or are you dense? Pique puissant piquant quintescence, have you all learned your lessons?

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