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"gitty" poems
Please me____ (In) the- in -crowd You lose me (Out) the- out Fury   never works out with Gary_____ Don't ugly goose me No pretty, please me  so deceiving Whole entire City is leaving Hot fun summer in the city A curse like a bad omen such a pity___ Face me Camelian Stan the evil man To the ugliest Fight at the Grecian slam Huncheback of Notre Dame The Pompeii fire flame Ugly ducking tamed Modern Video-game Chavez Fizz Roz Heading towards The Planetarium Pretty tragic Ending up in a sanitarium ((Magic))** Strikingly matched Twin of topaz The Solarium Jazz Going to Saratoga Song Sara Smiles But travels all the way To Minnesota So drained Rotto Rooter At the Polaris Mall Christopher Columbus Clockwork on a bus Oh! Ohio red roaster Never pretty at the Bull's eye Rodeo Rodeo drive* Devil and Domino Virgo meeting Hugo Taurus The Pluto Bull of lotto Gina eating Italian Alfredo Mudpack stinks Frank and Dino Sammy the Rat pack Moms Baking soda Dominque Mystique Trapeze Doing Yoga Please without the pretty Bo ditty Feeling gitty Not to be flattered So bloated fatter Role Gotta give Beauty beast wider On Fox Five Harley Quinn rider Arizona Eating Tapioca Life is a ***** not a beach diet Never do we pray Pretty please to preach
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May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 5:58 PM UTC
Never Pretty Please
Delighted and gleeful Anxious and exhilarated Gitty and Filled with joy Seeing new angles Switching the plot Making everyone around you see in a new light Filled with hope Filled with excitment Each and everyone saying theyre gonna change the world But who has proven themselves?
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Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 5:44 PM UTC
Wide eyed and Optomistic
what has been done cannot be undone but I can see myself slowly becoming that way anyway unraveling like an old sweater with it's loopholes getting caught on the thickets of the worse and better in the cold weather dead forest pine bramble gamble game, I'm naked and tangled in a spool of yarn like a playful kitty but I've played myself into a knot of the nitty gitty and I'm getting caught like a feather in the crisp breeze of blame and it's a shame that breeze's blowin' around like a thousand pounds of seemingly weightless names and it's a shame we can't be so tame, so lame... and I surely can't seem to play when I've laid my sick dog to rest in a golden trove at the flower grove after I've paid my dues to the devils in my chest and I keep telling myself that it's all for the best, that I can't have nothing but the best, I say and then I pay, pay, pay and pray all day for someday I'll be able to play like I used to
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Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
bramble gamble sweater
I feel so much              it’s just like good movies hard hurt  romance and rescue                         rage  and ostracization it's them  it is witty they     the horn spittled gitty devils!            they've pitted faults in my structure                                                         to feel through my dermis            tup-tapped and stabbed at                     quaking ***** little jokes   at my impractical existence i am made spongiform                     vulnerable pupation     frogspawn                                           mangy food at mercy  ... ...and my pratty employment... ...but it's okay now enamel               i'm desensitized to it all                          distant to the proceedings the quirky murky readings                    then again   sudden barks get through jarring feedings                                     and i am rushed with expense ... ... for a while mused chemistry my worth feels    peopled and oxygenated my work cradles balanced appeal                   creation is warm          with budgings of whim simple commerce   with the ghosts of physical laws                                      and a birling alchemy
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Mar 14, 2024
Mar 14, 2024 at 7:59 PM UTC
——— m e r c u r y ———————
I feel so much              it’s just like good movies hard hurt  romance and rescue                         rage  and ostracization it's them  it is witty they     the horn spittled gitty devils!            they've pitted faults in my structure                                                         to feel through my dermis            tup-tapped and stabbed at                     quaking ***** little jokes   at my impractical existence i am made spongiform                     vulnerable pupation     frogspawn                                           mangy food at mercy  ... ...and my pratty employment... ...but it's okay now enamel               i'm desensitized to it all                          distant to the proceedings the quirky murky readings                    then again   sudden barks get through jarring feedings                                     and i am rushed with expense ... ... for a while mused chemistry my worth feels    peopled and oxygenated my work cradles balanced appeal                   creation is warm          with budgings of whim simple commerce   with the ghosts of physical laws                                      and a birling alchemy
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Your name I do not care to say You riddle me with curiosity People encounter you every day You provide no mercy and have no pity You can show off a horrific display Or you can be simple and almost pretty You're a bully who forces all to pay You are overall rather ****** I know you not personally, and lets keep it that way Thinking of you keeps me far from gitty Death.... You're a ***** **** You
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Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 4:56 PM UTC
Death
Don't you want me? All I'm hearing is the rush of the cars behind me. You're standing in the doorway, and I'm lying down, the covers pulled over me. Don't you need me? I'm smiling. You're smiling. I'm almost laughing. You make me gitty. But all I feel when we're together is something pulling us apart. Am I one of many? If this weren't a test, if I went away for a few days. I mean, really went away-would you miss me? Another car passes. Then a siren. Have I died here in this darkness? In this loneliness? Where I'm laying on my side? Where you're not touching me. You kissed my cheek. One. Two. Three. Times. I wonder if you could feel me grinning. If your lips could as they touched me ever so briefly understood everything. Something changed today. But yet, everything stayed the same. It's starting to feel like I can predict every moment with you. And still, each kiss feels new. There's something about us. It feels like a fresh wound. I'm fascinated by the way it oozes. I keep staring at it. I want to lick the blood, taste metal, like it's the first time. I was pressed up against a wall, and I looked over. I was walking, we sat down on a bench. It was almost summer. I looked over. Everything was so uncertain then. So unobtainable. You were standing there & I wanted to kiss you. But now that I can. And when I do. You feel so far away. Reach out to me as I did to you. Touch me. Tell me. I tell you all the time. I know I shouldn't wear my heart on my sleeve, but it's too late. You've got your hand wrapped around my bicep, and your pulling me closer and closer to something that keeps moving away. Eventually. Will we get there? Please say something! Anything! I assume. I know that makes an *** out of me. I don't know anything. But something in the way you look at me tells me this isn't forever. That it's only temporary. How long can temporary be? My arm is tingling. You're asleep next to me. I don't think I'll let you read this. I don't think I'll let anyone see this deep into me. Last night I was crying when I called you. You said you looked at the phone. I'm not sure what would have happened if you had answered. What would happen now? If I stopped writing, and started sobbing? Would you hold me?
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
It's Always Two In The Morning
Don't you want me? All I'm hearing is the rush of the cars behind me. You're standing in the doorway, and I'm lying down, the covers pulled over me. Don't you need me? I'm smiling. You're smiling. I'm almost laughing. You make me gitty. But all I feel when we're together is something pulling us apart. Am I one of many? If this weren't a test, if I went away for a few days. I mean, really went away-would you miss me? Another car passes. Then a siren. Have I died here in this darkness? In this loneliness? Where I'm laying on my side? Where you're not touching me. You kissed my cheek. One. Two. Three. Times. I wonder if you could feel me grinning. If your lips could as they touched me ever so briefly understood everything. Something changed today. But yet, everything stayed the same. It's starting to feel like I can predict every moment with you. And still, each kiss feels new. There's something about us. It feels like a fresh wound. I'm fascinated by the way it oozes. I keep staring at it. I want to lick the blood, taste metal, like it's the first time. I was pressed up against a wall, and I looked over. I was walking, we sat down on a bench. It was almost summer. I looked over. Everything was so uncertain then. So unobtainable. You were standing there & I wanted to kiss you. But now that I can. And when I do. You feel so far away. Reach out to me as I did to you. Touch me. Tell me. I tell you all the time. I know I shouldn't wear my heart on my sleeve, but it's too late. You've got your hand wrapped around my bicep, and your pulling me closer and closer to something that keeps moving away. Eventually. Will we get there? Please say something! Anything! I assume. I know that makes an *** out of me. I don't know anything. But something in the way you look at me tells me this isn't forever. That it's only temporary. How long can temporary be? My arm is tingling. You're asleep next to me. I don't think I'll let you read this. I don't think I'll let anyone see this deep into me. Last night I was crying when I called you. You said you looked at the phone. I'm not sure what would have happened if you had answered. What would happen now? If I stopped writing, and started sobbing? Would you hold me?
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You said don't leave me tonight And I did. Not because it was late and your liver was filled with lust with a gitty mind. It was because you broke the last string. The last string that held this harp together so that we can get through these rough times in harmony. You broke it. And you broke all the other strings with the countless mistakes you made trying and trying to make me love you the way you love me. I don't. Love you that is. I did in the beginning- it was new. Like the smell of a new car, or the feeling of the new jacket you just bought at American Eagle. But soon the smell and the feeling fades. It was like stepping into new territory with welcoming arms and walking down that path to a crowd of endless smiles. But then the storms settled in. The clouds wiping out the life in our eyes. The rain poured down on our hearts, melting away all the beautiful memories. The lightening bruising my tethering muscles. The thunder rumbled our solid ground and cracks started forming around our feet. Separating us into different worlds. To different storms. To different life. But you didn't want that. You fought against fate without a care. For what the world wanted or worse. For what I wanted. You kept leaping over these intended cracks, finding the wrong way back to me. You let the storm rage on not understanding why it keeps raining. But you didn't realize that the control was in your hands. I was the figure in the night that guided you, but only for a little while. I wasn't meant to stay. I didn't want to stay. So you let the control run to your finger tips, letting the lightening be your strike to get me back. You let the rain settle over me like an endless water fall, drowning me to no end. You let the clouds linger around me, my greens eyes running paler by the day. And you asked me "Why are you so miserable?" I said I don't know.* But the truth is my dear, it was you and your endless need to control my movements and be the tar within my lungs drowning me in the storm.
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Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 7:09 PM UTC
Drowning me in the storm
You said don't leave me tonight And I did. Not because it was late and your liver was filled with lust with a gitty mind. It was because you broke the last string. The last string that held this harp together so that we can get through these rough times in harmony. You broke it. And you broke all the other strings with the countless mistakes you made trying and trying to make me love you the way you love me. I don't. Love you that is. I did in the beginning- it was new. Like the smell of a new car, or the feeling of the new jacket you just bought at American Eagle. But soon the smell and the feeling fades. It was like stepping into new territory with welcoming arms and walking down that path to a crowd of endless smiles. But then the storms settled in. The clouds wiping out the life in our eyes. The rain poured down on our hearts, melting away all the beautiful memories. The lightening bruising my tethering muscles. The thunder rumbled our solid ground and cracks started forming around our feet. Separating us into different worlds. To different storms. To different life. But you didn't want that. You fought against fate without a care. For what the world wanted or worse. For what I wanted. You kept leaping over these intended cracks, finding the wrong way back to me. You let the storm rage on not understanding why it keeps raining. But you didn't realize that the control was in your hands. I was the figure in the night that guided you, but only for a little while. I wasn't meant to stay. I didn't want to stay. So you let the control run to your finger tips, letting the lightening be your strike to get me back. You let the rain settle over me like an endless water fall, drowning me to no end. You let the clouds linger around me, my greens eyes running paler by the day. And you asked me "Why are you so miserable?" I said I don't know.* But the truth is my dear, it was you and your endless need to control my movements and be the tar within my lungs drowning me in the storm.
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love is fast cars and girls with the pretty hair love is fast cars taking you anywhere gitty up lets go drive me fast dont drive me slow thats what love is
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Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 8:58 AM UTC
fast cars
How to stay anything a world gone mad sickening consumption so egos may last bellies teetering gitty with greed and yet we all wonder why there is so much bad it's all spinning backwards everything is concaving why are we so comfortable being so blind?   despise the overgrowth, yet they present life killing mammals for sport yet not to eat what they killed why so tethered to that of our computer screens doesn't it bother anybody there is a world to see why,  I must ask, why the people are growing tired of **** the government can be of so much more yet the white men reek in their thrones not knowing anything calling a nation their own when really it's the money which keeps their ego afloat history repeats itself doesn't anybody know the protests and death alluding to a brink of war and who would tell those mad fools who would cure the ambiguity in their holes
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Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 8:20 PM UTC
sickened
Flaming red hair Short, cropped blonde Startling pair of blues And a chopped brunette And a wonderful hint ahead Feet trail one after another As the sun sinks far below the horizon Chuckles of laughter bellowing thereafter No ceiling to contain the gitty flare No roof to block the chilly breeze The crunch of brown grass A gathering of strangers Headlights pierce through the night Beckoning shadows bounce into flight The stars shine and glisten Nothing to bother but other hearts Willing to listen And like a trail of headlights In the dead of the night We help lead the way Without quite knowing Which way
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Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 10:57 PM UTC
Headlights