"gummies" poems - Hello Poetry

I wonder how your lips would taste? Would they be sweet Like how I think They would be? Soft like marshmallows? Firm like a lollipop? Supple like gummies? Smooth like chocolate? But no matter how they taste, I just hope you like ice cream.

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Feb 6, 2016

Feb 6, 2016 at 6:59 AM UTC

thecatjumpedoverthemoon

Sweet Kiss

I wonder how your lips would taste? Would they be sweet Like how I think They would be? Soft like marshmallows? Firm like a lollipop? Supple like gummies? Smooth like chocolate? But no matter how they taste, I just hope you like ice cream.

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A narcissist is a dummy bear on crack. They have gummies for brains. Viewing the world with mooching eyes, flirting with greed and gluttony, playing games with the devil. The narcissist is no friend of the family. They are crude and thick with pollution and toxic waste. The Narcissist brings nothing but suffering and pain. If you bump into a narcissist in the wild, run and don't look back. A narcissist wants attention and they don't like bold and brave people. They chose victims by kindness, reputation and intelligence. The smarter and more popular you are the more likely a narcissist will strike at you. You have to be smarter than they, set boundaries and strict rules. Don't allow anyone to break your security or your self esteem. A narcissists biggest flaw is ego, strike them in the ego ***** and watch them turn blue and fall. Find their weakness in their gaslighting, use it to fight back. They blame everyone but themselves for their actions. ©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

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Aug 3, 2022

Aug 3, 2022 at 3:18 PM UTC

amanda-shelton

Narcissist

A narcissist is a dummy bear on crack. They have gummies for brains. Viewing the world with mooching eyes, flirting with greed and gluttony, playing games with the devil. The narcissist is no friend of the family. They are crude and thick with pollution and toxic waste. The Narcissist brings nothing but suffering and pain. If you bump into a narcissist in the wild, run and don't look back. A narcissist wants attention and they don't like bold and brave people. They chose victims by kindness, reputation and intelligence. The smarter and more popular you are the more likely a narcissist will strike at you. You have to be smarter than they, set boundaries and strict rules. Don't allow anyone to break your security or your self esteem. A narcissists biggest flaw is ego, strike them in the ego ***** and watch them turn blue and fall. Find their weakness in their gaslighting, use it to fight back. They blame everyone but themselves for their actions. ©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

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United our toes As our blood flows Ice cream & gummies Fill our tummies Sunk in bed You asked for head I doved in the covers Locked lip lovers Singing house and blues. In a night for two. Nothing ever felt better You moaned Only together We make ice cream & gummies Taste better.

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Aug 4, 2012

Aug 4, 2012 at 12:22 PM UTC

kristiany-vissepo

Ice Cream & Gummies

United our toes As our blood flows Ice cream & gummies Fill our tummies Sunk in bed You asked for head I doved in the covers Locked lip lovers Singing house and blues. In a night for two. Nothing ever felt better You moaned Only together We make ice cream & gummies Taste better.

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in the year 2462 those with nails protruding from their palms will talk in ancient tongues & sway the tribes of men to eternal love, & endless ammunition of the soul. spiritus. kin, galactic & the golden fire. throb the saga of man, into hip ****** illusions and combustive color schematas. we bury our dead in flower clippings or skull bits. [skateboarding rises as the highest form of intellectual sport] thrum and plum-bum the sewers of electric babylon. hive city reaching past gasp and wasteland, her lips ruinous. cement slabs and coils of fault with vast artistic possibilities. these skate-lords from their heaps, their clans, augmenting & rattling bone masks grinding themselves into meat-bit heroics & death. their teeth are yellowy awoken. this is all seen globally, via tele-cast-com-core-mind-warp-tech. or video. dreams impact reality impact dreams in such that the cathode cortex filter, invented circa 2222, evolves into a demi-god, a solar charged demon of unlimited knowledge. & it mutates the psychosphere of our mainstream public mind with countless projected memories. [streamed alternate realities] fills the belly and the brain, but all those unhooked are skating. sweet meat market. ghost harddrives. poor leftovers called children of the once-was-men & their poolside parties. they leap the rubble of centuries old plastic icons, their boards, their weapons, their seeds and spit. they hang chains from their necks & spew black flame from their sunshaded boot-click lickings. they drink from large bottlesof elixer distilled on old flowers & worship archaic cassettes. cults of cyborg women with gem-tipped-blade-additions carve wooden planks from groves of great oaks. great oaken powers. their creators chew gummies and bend time to uphold a proposed history of perfection. they master pong from their crystalline towers, & hire mathematicians to write conceptual skate-deck algorithms, solely for fun. non-profit.

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Jul 18, 2014

Jul 18, 2014 at 5:49 AM UTC

CoopLee

future primitive

in the year 2462 those with nails protruding from their palms will talk in ancient tongues & sway the tribes of men to eternal love, & endless ammunition of the soul. spiritus. kin, galactic & the golden fire. throb the saga of man, into hip ****** illusions and combustive color schematas. we bury our dead in flower clippings or skull bits. [skateboarding rises as the highest form of intellectual sport] thrum and plum-bum the sewers of electric babylon. hive city reaching past gasp and wasteland, her lips ruinous. cement slabs and coils of fault with vast artistic possibilities. these skate-lords from their heaps, their clans, augmenting & rattling bone masks grinding themselves into meat-bit heroics & death. their teeth are yellowy awoken. this is all seen globally, via tele-cast-com-core-mind-warp-tech. or video. dreams impact reality impact dreams in such that the cathode cortex filter, invented circa 2222, evolves into a demi-god, a solar charged demon of unlimited knowledge. & it mutates the psychosphere of our mainstream public mind with countless projected memories. [streamed alternate realities] fills the belly and the brain, but all those unhooked are skating. sweet meat market. ghost harddrives. poor leftovers called children of the once-was-men & their poolside parties. they leap the rubble of centuries old plastic icons, their boards, their weapons, their seeds and spit. they hang chains from their necks & spew black flame from their sunshaded boot-click lickings. they drink from large bottlesof elixer distilled on old flowers & worship archaic cassettes. cults of cyborg women with gem-tipped-blade-additions carve wooden planks from groves of great oaks. great oaken powers. their creators chew gummies and bend time to uphold a proposed history of perfection. they master pong from their crystalline towers, & hire mathematicians to write conceptual skate-deck algorithms, solely for fun. non-profit.

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So I heard once that there’s always some gnarly looking carrot in every bag of carrots and you’re supposed make a wish on it if you get it. But I didn’t have a bag of veggies I had a jar of Gumby and Poki shaped gummies. Finally the day came when there were only two Gumbys left. One was bent in half and smashed together and the other looked as all the rest had. I pulled out the sad little gummy and made a wish like it was some ugly carrot. I wished my crush would kiss me, And giddily I walked to a coffee house because I was hoping he would be there even though I sternly told myself that he had no reason to be there. I found the coffee house closed and knew my wish wasn’t happening that night. I talked with a friend about my woes and she confessed her heartache. We smiled and laughed and died just a little on the inside. We had hoped that in college we wouldn’t feel like middle school girls with unrequited crushes. The next day he dropped off a fish (and this is no euphemism or pretty poetry slang, I opted to fish-sit while he went home for break). After he left, and feeling more than silly I took out the last Gumby and pretended. I pretended that it was every wish on a boy I had made since I realized boys weren’t completely disgusting. On my way to class I held the little gummy in my frozen, clenched fist and wished that’d he’d kiss me before he left. I made it really specific because every movie I’d ever seen with genies in it had taught me that specifics were key to avoiding mishap and mayhem. Obviously, it didn’t come true. And I feel like I’m back in middle school, wishing on ugly carrots and stars that look suspiciously like airplanes. Everyone has crushes, and still more wishes. Why I thought at the age of nineteen when the glamour of Disney-endings and romantic-comedy plots had tarnished to realism, that a Gumby gummy prayer would come true, well I’m not entirely sure. Maybe it’s no matter how old you are there are always ugly carrots and shooting stars and fast airplanes and romantic comedies and gummies in the shape of kids’ show characters. Maybe no matter how disappointed I am there will always be unrequited crushes and genies for wishes and God for prayers and heaven forbid hope.

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Feb 1, 2013

Feb 1, 2013 at 11:53 PM UTC

amanda-fogerty

Ugly Carrots and Gummy Gumbys

So I heard once that there’s always some gnarly looking carrot in every bag of carrots and you’re supposed make a wish on it if you get it. But I didn’t have a bag of veggies I had a jar of Gumby and Poki shaped gummies. Finally the day came when there were only two Gumbys left. One was bent in half and smashed together and the other looked as all the rest had. I pulled out the sad little gummy and made a wish like it was some ugly carrot. I wished my crush would kiss me, And giddily I walked to a coffee house because I was hoping he would be there even though I sternly told myself that he had no reason to be there. I found the coffee house closed and knew my wish wasn’t happening that night. I talked with a friend about my woes and she confessed her heartache. We smiled and laughed and died just a little on the inside. We had hoped that in college we wouldn’t feel like middle school girls with unrequited crushes. The next day he dropped off a fish (and this is no euphemism or pretty poetry slang, I opted to fish-sit while he went home for break). After he left, and feeling more than silly I took out the last Gumby and pretended. I pretended that it was every wish on a boy I had made since I realized boys weren’t completely disgusting. On my way to class I held the little gummy in my frozen, clenched fist and wished that’d he’d kiss me before he left. I made it really specific because every movie I’d ever seen with genies in it had taught me that specifics were key to avoiding mishap and mayhem. Obviously, it didn’t come true. And I feel like I’m back in middle school, wishing on ugly carrots and stars that look suspiciously like airplanes. Everyone has crushes, and still more wishes. Why I thought at the age of nineteen when the glamour of Disney-endings and romantic-comedy plots had tarnished to realism, that a Gumby gummy prayer would come true, well I’m not entirely sure. Maybe it’s no matter how old you are there are always ugly carrots and shooting stars and fast airplanes and romantic comedies and gummies in the shape of kids’ show characters. Maybe no matter how disappointed I am there will always be unrequited crushes and genies for wishes and God for prayers and heaven forbid hope.

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Screaming What's the use----?? Flower of the Graces "The Tenth Muse" "Everyday Use It" The earth revolves Around the sun Minerals Love it Drink it vitamin C Mass of energy A-B-C The gravity every day We cannot use it_ Became the play money Copied tainted not the Bee's honey here's The everyday economy One lick of hope the envelope not much company Everyday- Einsteins Big profit scope The brainstorm Reign All signs detour cabin Choo Choo train caboose You nailed it the moose One footloose The one-man show Two women know The odds to their advantage Someone is the traitor Mom is the Tailor The zigzag lines Crazy cat felines "That's It" punctuality, Use your capability "Technet Technology" take a walk favorite park Shiba Inu rollover The bad ones the Millionaires homes flip over the do or dare We cannot pay NYC token fare Words are our power For Sale quick sales Being sold Too hot whats cold Those emails trying to delete (More casualties Tombstone mummies Democracy leading us like dummies chewing Bear Valentine gummies) Like the "Elephant Stampede" New Orleans parade Every day please donate We never know about our fate too early or late Every day new Providence Demon computer virus Love comes with confidence Love yourself and Venus Apples and oranges minus Use it You have a voice!!! City clean up cockroaches Swap your fake Rolex Watchtower index Trump tower complex "Eiffel Tower Use It" to be kissed Every day we need to cleanse The "Godly Shower" be blessed Practical Everday Use It Magical write poetically Precisely the right piece puzzle You are the one World it's you to dazzle*

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Feb 2, 2019

Feb 2, 2019 at 9:54 AM UTC

robinHelloRow

Everyday Use IT

Screaming What's the use----?? Flower of the Graces "The Tenth Muse" "Everyday Use It" The earth revolves Around the sun Minerals Love it Drink it vitamin C Mass of energy A-B-C The gravity every day We cannot use it_ Became the play money Copied tainted not the Bee's honey here's The everyday economy One lick of hope the envelope not much company Everyday- Einsteins Big profit scope The brainstorm Reign All signs detour cabin Choo Choo train caboose You nailed it the moose One footloose The one-man show Two women know The odds to their advantage Someone is the traitor Mom is the Tailor The zigzag lines Crazy cat felines "That's It" punctuality, Use your capability "Technet Technology" take a walk favorite park Shiba Inu rollover The bad ones the Millionaires homes flip over the do or dare We cannot pay NYC token fare Words are our power For Sale quick sales Being sold Too hot whats cold Those emails trying to delete (More casualties Tombstone mummies Democracy leading us like dummies chewing Bear Valentine gummies) Like the "Elephant Stampede" New Orleans parade Every day please donate We never know about our fate too early or late Every day new Providence Demon computer virus Love comes with confidence Love yourself and Venus Apples and oranges minus Use it You have a voice!!! City clean up cockroaches Swap your fake Rolex Watchtower index Trump tower complex "Eiffel Tower Use It" to be kissed Every day we need to cleanse The "Godly Shower" be blessed Practical Everday Use It Magical write poetically Precisely the right piece puzzle You are the one World it's you to dazzle*

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it was right in front of me, the entire time. it’s the end of the world now. at least before, I didn’t have you. get ready for the bricks to rain down, we’ll run down the streets and dodge the falling plaster with shredded eyes. Some **** weird weather we get around here. Could I have known you would have been perfect? I didn’t ******* know. And now, I’m trapped in your arms, under this heavy sky. it’s a sad thing really, that you think my name is pretty, that you think it’s cute that I hate Scooby-doo, that you care when I cry about spilling soda on the carpet because life is just too hard. that you like my refrigerator magnets so much. I can’t do anything anymore, you’ve found my weakness for sour gummies and tater tots, you *** I can’t do anything anymore, except give in. hello.

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Sep 7, 2010

Sep 7, 2010 at 10:28 AM UTC

kelly-zhang

This was supposed to be a Break-Up Poem.

it was right in front of me, the entire time. it’s the end of the world now. at least before, I didn’t have you. get ready for the bricks to rain down, we’ll run down the streets and dodge the falling plaster with shredded eyes. Some **** weird weather we get around here. Could I have known you would have been perfect? I didn’t ******* know. And now, I’m trapped in your arms, under this heavy sky. it’s a sad thing really, that you think my name is pretty, that you think it’s cute that I hate Scooby-doo, that you care when I cry about spilling soda on the carpet because life is just too hard. that you like my refrigerator magnets so much. I can’t do anything anymore, you’ve found my weakness for sour gummies and tater tots, you *** I can’t do anything anymore, except give in. hello.

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My mama’s shoes, Fit my feet too snug, now, For me to look cute, still, slippin’ them on. I’ve no need of her lipstick, nor her raspberry rouge, To make my face look, more, like hers does. I’m a big, daddy’s girl, who has known the world, But, not quite enough to really fit in. -- I still heart, Sunshine and rosies, And, playin’ with mah toesies - Eatin’ froot loops and pokin’ at roly poly’s, Makin’ colourful cupcakes, covered in sweet gummies, To eat inside forts filled with last winter’s lights, Too, Eatin’ Caramel Delights, sneakily, Stolen, in spite - of the weight, I was fightin’ so easily. -- Perhaps, When the adults are all done - playin’ house, for fun, I’ll bring my cookies from the fort, to the table. We’ll have coffee and speak of the stats, For the week and laugh about, Hart's becoming unstable. And, I shall wear loafers, That pinch at my, Toesies that fidget, Crazily, Beneath my seat.

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Jul 23, 2011

Jul 23, 2011 at 4:46 PM UTC

elephants-and-coyotes

Little Lady

My mama’s shoes, Fit my feet too snug, now, For me to look cute, still, slippin’ them on. I’ve no need of her lipstick, nor her raspberry rouge, To make my face look, more, like hers does. I’m a big, daddy’s girl, who has known the world, But, not quite enough to really fit in. -- I still heart, Sunshine and rosies, And, playin’ with mah toesies - Eatin’ froot loops and pokin’ at roly poly’s, Makin’ colourful cupcakes, covered in sweet gummies, To eat inside forts filled with last winter’s lights, Too, Eatin’ Caramel Delights, sneakily, Stolen, in spite - of the weight, I was fightin’ so easily. -- Perhaps, When the adults are all done - playin’ house, for fun, I’ll bring my cookies from the fort, to the table. We’ll have coffee and speak of the stats, For the week and laugh about, Hart's becoming unstable. And, I shall wear loafers, That pinch at my, Toesies that fidget, Crazily, Beneath my seat.

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Ever densest now, Now, a humid haze Scenes and stages A VHS - the joy of painting A DVD - it's the one with Ross and Rachel I know it, I've seen it before I haven't, but I know A laugh track thuds against the humming air conditioner It's sort of melty Warm gummies Adhesive on someone's fingers It tingles - unpleasant Water is away, and just as warm The couch doesn't yield

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Feb 4, 2021

Feb 4, 2021 at 6:30 PM UTC

Root_Head

Fly Paper

Ever densest now, Now, a humid haze Scenes and stages A VHS - the joy of painting A DVD - it's the one with Ross and Rachel I know it, I've seen it before I haven't, but I know A laugh track thuds against the humming air conditioner It's sort of melty Warm gummies Adhesive on someone's fingers It tingles - unpleasant Water is away, and just as warm The couch doesn't yield

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when i was young, i loved being alone. i loved it so much, i used to lie to keep the girls and ghosts out of my mother's head, like i could erase the scribble marks on the piece of paper because i never thought they could be permanent like the bloodline in our family and the tattoos on your wallpaper skin. i guess you could say my torso is a furnace, kicking on and off when the time is right, like the light of the strongest star circling the earth - i always wanted to see the shadow against my feet, we were connected by the needle but the heat just wasn't enough to keep you occupied by the lengths my arms could make. you told me once that i had the body of the circus, there was always something dangerous but sweet and you couldn't stand to see one overpower another like the smell that held onto your teeth and how my temper could never flare when we were in trouble. when i was young, i loved being alone with the dirt underneath my toes as if i could walk cross country, but really it was just my backyard, i just liked to pretend that i had somewhere to go with a bookbag filled with some gummies and my mother's favorite necklace. i will never forget the quiz my mom had for me once i got to phoenix and back before the sun hid behind the house: did you see the alleys filled with bottles of cheap beer and trash, could you see all the colors of the wind? well, yeah of course. even now, i love being alone since the pollutions can sometimes get to be too heavy, leaving me with little direction and a map that read to follow the roles that have long been engraved in the stones that my garden held so loosely, so i won't accept an apology when you never meant for it to be this way, i want you to read to me how sorry you could be if you would have known the acceptance of being alone.

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Mar 9, 2011

Mar 9, 2011 at 7:07 AM UTC

danielle-jones

being lonely is different than being alone.

when i was young, i loved being alone. i loved it so much, i used to lie to keep the girls and ghosts out of my mother's head, like i could erase the scribble marks on the piece of paper because i never thought they could be permanent like the bloodline in our family and the tattoos on your wallpaper skin. i guess you could say my torso is a furnace, kicking on and off when the time is right, like the light of the strongest star circling the earth - i always wanted to see the shadow against my feet, we were connected by the needle but the heat just wasn't enough to keep you occupied by the lengths my arms could make. you told me once that i had the body of the circus, there was always something dangerous but sweet and you couldn't stand to see one overpower another like the smell that held onto your teeth and how my temper could never flare when we were in trouble. when i was young, i loved being alone with the dirt underneath my toes as if i could walk cross country, but really it was just my backyard, i just liked to pretend that i had somewhere to go with a bookbag filled with some gummies and my mother's favorite necklace. i will never forget the quiz my mom had for me once i got to phoenix and back before the sun hid behind the house: did you see the alleys filled with bottles of cheap beer and trash, could you see all the colors of the wind? well, yeah of course. even now, i love being alone since the pollutions can sometimes get to be too heavy, leaving me with little direction and a map that read to follow the roles that have long been engraved in the stones that my garden held so loosely, so i won't accept an apology when you never meant for it to be this way, i want you to read to me how sorry you could be if you would have known the acceptance of being alone.

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Mummy, Happy birth-mothersday Throw ya toast out the window Feed it to the dog Kiss me with your laughing eyes Kiss me kindly with your lips Touch my cheek with your smooth brown hands Not one more time But forever more times please Mum Let's get ***** growing potatoes Let's get paint on the carpet Let's write love notes on the walls Like all normal people do Tell me to make you a cuppa tea. (I'm turning into you mum.) Sing my songs to me mummy Tell me about Rindacella again please tell me how she slopped her dripper on the stairs Can you hear the morepork Mummy? Listen with me Did you see that shootin' star? Are you smelling these trees? Wrap me up in itchy woollen cardies Put my odd socks on Puddle jumpin' in my gummies In a land called Honalee I'll climb into bed with you tonight Lace bedspread catching my toes Curl up in the nest of the crook of your knees It's cold, sleep back-to-back Dance in front of my friends if you like They all think you're cool Sorry I didn't tell you. Teenagers **** Tell me I'm amazing Adventurous and strong Your courageous daughter Smart and beautiful Remind me I can sail ships through storms That God is always close Pray over me and praise with me Read the bible again to me Come play piano with Isobel Or computer games if you like I think I've killed your Farmville farm Sorry . Mummy Chat with me on Facebook Ocean's teacher likes Donald Trump Be outraged with me please Come with me to the school I'll hide behind your storm People aren't afraid of my Gentle, steady rain I think I hear my babies stirring They're amazing Mum You should see the stuff they do and say You should see how fierce they are You should. You should. You should. Be. Here. They're creeping round the house now Making my heart laugh I better open up my bedroom window Ready for the toast.

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May 8, 2016

May 8, 2016 at 10:44 PM UTC

ra

Mummy

Mummy, Happy birth-mothersday Throw ya toast out the window Feed it to the dog Kiss me with your laughing eyes Kiss me kindly with your lips Touch my cheek with your smooth brown hands Not one more time But forever more times please Mum Let's get ***** growing potatoes Let's get paint on the carpet Let's write love notes on the walls Like all normal people do Tell me to make you a cuppa tea. (I'm turning into you mum.) Sing my songs to me mummy Tell me about Rindacella again please tell me how she slopped her dripper on the stairs Can you hear the morepork Mummy? Listen with me Did you see that shootin' star? Are you smelling these trees? Wrap me up in itchy woollen cardies Put my odd socks on Puddle jumpin' in my gummies In a land called Honalee I'll climb into bed with you tonight Lace bedspread catching my toes Curl up in the nest of the crook of your knees It's cold, sleep back-to-back Dance in front of my friends if you like They all think you're cool Sorry I didn't tell you. Teenagers **** Tell me I'm amazing Adventurous and strong Your courageous daughter Smart and beautiful Remind me I can sail ships through storms That God is always close Pray over me and praise with me Read the bible again to me Come play piano with Isobel Or computer games if you like I think I've killed your Farmville farm Sorry . Mummy Chat with me on Facebook Ocean's teacher likes Donald Trump Be outraged with me please Come with me to the school I'll hide behind your storm People aren't afraid of my Gentle, steady rain I think I hear my babies stirring They're amazing Mum You should see the stuff they do and say You should see how fierce they are You should. You should. You should. Be. Here. They're creeping round the house now Making my heart laugh I better open up my bedroom window Ready for the toast.

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Is your heart made of gummies? Are your fingernails made of daydreams and your toenails made of nightmares? Are your cheeks made of play-doh, perhaps? Do your eyes leak waterfalls? Is your nose full of gold? Can your wingspan measure how much you'll miss me Or even how long you'll be gone? Can your mind measure the distance? Will it remember me at all?

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Jan 26, 2016

Jan 26, 2016 at 10:06 PM UTC

foresthag

another impending farewell

Is your heart made of gummies? Are your fingernails made of daydreams and your toenails made of nightmares? Are your cheeks made of play-doh, perhaps? Do your eyes leak waterfalls? Is your nose full of gold? Can your wingspan measure how much you'll miss me Or even how long you'll be gone? Can your mind measure the distance? Will it remember me at all?

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Back when i was a kid, i always find happiness between the sound of the scratching plastics whenever my mum will open a pack of gummies allowing me to have some existing on what I've promised to eat on that single day. As i age a bit, the excitement of having new toys from the store gives me a genuine smile. As i play with my doll, caressing her hair and dressing her as if she's going to places. Entering teenage years, the smell of brand new books and coffee on the side gives me a different feeling that I'll always crave from, an escape from daily routine of going to school and just aching for the dismissal. Those are worthwhile Until you came And it makes me crave for me Because just like that; I wanna see those things with you. I wanna see how priceless the priceless reaction of our future kids when we allow them to have extra sweets. I wanna see their glowing eyes as we reward them to buy toys and how will they speak to them as if they're alive I wanna feel it again, my love But this time, with you

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Mar 31, 2018

Mar 31, 2018 at 10:34 PM UTC

allthelovekath

Untitled

Back when i was a kid, i always find happiness between the sound of the scratching plastics whenever my mum will open a pack of gummies allowing me to have some existing on what I've promised to eat on that single day. As i age a bit, the excitement of having new toys from the store gives me a genuine smile. As i play with my doll, caressing her hair and dressing her as if she's going to places. Entering teenage years, the smell of brand new books and coffee on the side gives me a different feeling that I'll always crave from, an escape from daily routine of going to school and just aching for the dismissal. Those are worthwhile Until you came And it makes me crave for me Because just like that; I wanna see those things with you. I wanna see how priceless the priceless reaction of our future kids when we allow them to have extra sweets. I wanna see their glowing eyes as we reward them to buy toys and how will they speak to them as if they're alive I wanna feel it again, my love But this time, with you

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I can hear the heat in the vegas traffic / I can smell the pool water / sitting here on the lumps of my mattress / I even can taste the lively daylight, a confection of life's commotions, sweet gobbstoppers, and sour gummies / I can feel the tug of the outside / sirens beckoning from earth and sky / inside I can hear the trees pantomiming existence : the scent of church : gardenias : what sights waking wide --eyes that love to awe in worship / Life / and I am sitting Indian style, in my bedroom / coffin / peering through a digital window, at the world I want to feel / Natgeo in high def... I am the blue pill consuming a matrix steak of ignorance called bliss / and the emotion that is strongest, is a bad word known as / Need... / please free the caged bird / see what new songs / what more can be heard / ... / please?! Pretty Please? / Coocoo bird at noon o'clock knows why it sings after every tock and hour knocking so why not pretty please ? / feel free to notice if briefly -- how we breathe... even captive, the caged lung sings I want such wings that the air in my breast is song of nightingales! be the art form heaven graciously experiments... Freedom ! cry the river Nile Freedom without denial Freedom! *(screamed the coffin's dead, ghost the lifeless poet's restlessness)*

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May 9, 2016

May 9, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC

butch-decatoria

Untitled (7-10-2015)

I can hear the heat in the vegas traffic / I can smell the pool water / sitting here on the lumps of my mattress / I even can taste the lively daylight, a confection of life's commotions, sweet gobbstoppers, and sour gummies / I can feel the tug of the outside / sirens beckoning from earth and sky / inside I can hear the trees pantomiming existence : the scent of church : gardenias : what sights waking wide --eyes that love to awe in worship / Life / and I am sitting Indian style, in my bedroom / coffin / peering through a digital window, at the world I want to feel / Natgeo in high def... I am the blue pill consuming a matrix steak of ignorance called bliss / and the emotion that is strongest, is a bad word known as / Need... / please free the caged bird / see what new songs / what more can be heard / ... / please?! Pretty Please? / Coocoo bird at noon o'clock knows why it sings after every tock and hour knocking so why not pretty please ? / feel free to notice if briefly -- how we breathe... even captive, the caged lung sings I want such wings that the air in my breast is song of nightingales! be the art form heaven graciously experiments... Freedom ! cry the river Nile Freedom without denial Freedom! *(screamed the coffin's dead, ghost the lifeless poet's restlessness)*

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Oh! Come and walk____ Jill loves to react He's the Dr. Love architect Where is the miracle intellects Jack has better things to spell let's not thicken Her miracle saucy roue' Packages in bulk You could only see the shadow of his smile Through his talk Oh! God let me see some kind of miracle Old news Monday suits marine Army miracle blue News on the Chronicle We all have an alibi______? No backup plan If there is any miracle Who hired this FBI Miracle gummies Computers don't react well Click away dummies My miracle Pill Just chill fireplace What it cost you Memory lane Got a lost change of face ((Jack the miracle swallower Iced Frost)) follower The book Jack and Jill Monk pill Getting Up !!! no hill? Surrender to swallowing pills more bills nothing *Too Gong ** Santa Claus roundabout Or squared into hope for miracles to be practiced Losing you he has the will Miracle cleansed shirt A goldmine of dirt Gusty-------- He nailed it, Rusty The fan is blowing_______$$$ The time gets explosive miracle man His chin bombing reacts Moves to show you So ready charming responsive Like the miracle drug Repeatedly rejects How he ripped out your barber carpet Stop pulling so ruling To be pushed It was lightening thrush Bolt and the miracle earth-rush Changed our love Aged wine lips expensive Lotto riches come and go to be fallen But fate pays to be risen Extraordinary ((Ben Hur)) But Hollywood rodeo drives me crazy Plastic surgeons lazy Traveling all Golfers So in like Flinn The supreme baby where did our money go if so? So fit the fortunate outcome I reckoning? Who needs the miracle pill All bills---$$$ over-charges My miracle words to be sprinkled deleted his damages To the very top that's my guarantee Be happy and free_____**

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Jun 3, 2018

Jun 3, 2018 at 8:48 AM UTC

robinHelloRow

Miracle Pill

Oh! Come and walk____ Jill loves to react He's the Dr. Love architect Where is the miracle intellects Jack has better things to spell let's not thicken Her miracle saucy roue' Packages in bulk You could only see the shadow of his smile Through his talk Oh! God let me see some kind of miracle Old news Monday suits marine Army miracle blue News on the Chronicle We all have an alibi______? No backup plan If there is any miracle Who hired this FBI Miracle gummies Computers don't react well Click away dummies My miracle Pill Just chill fireplace What it cost you Memory lane Got a lost change of face ((Jack the miracle swallower Iced Frost)) follower The book Jack and Jill Monk pill Getting Up !!! no hill? Surrender to swallowing pills more bills nothing *Too Gong ** Santa Claus roundabout Or squared into hope for miracles to be practiced Losing you he has the will Miracle cleansed shirt A goldmine of dirt Gusty-------- He nailed it, Rusty The fan is blowing_______$$$ The time gets explosive miracle man His chin bombing reacts Moves to show you So ready charming responsive Like the miracle drug Repeatedly rejects How he ripped out your barber carpet Stop pulling so ruling To be pushed It was lightening thrush Bolt and the miracle earth-rush Changed our love Aged wine lips expensive Lotto riches come and go to be fallen But fate pays to be risen Extraordinary ((Ben Hur)) But Hollywood rodeo drives me crazy Plastic surgeons lazy Traveling all Golfers So in like Flinn The supreme baby where did our money go if so? So fit the fortunate outcome I reckoning? Who needs the miracle pill All bills---$$$ over-charges My miracle words to be sprinkled deleted his damages To the very top that's my guarantee Be happy and free_____**

105

For, five. the past few months, I sleep, minimum. The days are short and the night is long. I’ve ended my relationship with the sun and rely on artificial gummies to replace the nutrients the sun once gave me. The man in the moon makes frequent stops, i ignore him, waiting for the sun to rest upon my face, so it can watch me sleep.

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Apr 5, 2019

Apr 5, 2019 at 9:12 AM UTC

charrose

meeting/

For, five. the past few months, I sleep, minimum. The days are short and the night is long. I’ve ended my relationship with the sun and rely on artificial gummies to replace the nutrients the sun once gave me. The man in the moon makes frequent stops, i ignore him, waiting for the sun to rest upon my face, so it can watch me sleep.

9

****** Ignorance parks her brand new SUV next to Sociopathy, who barely raises a hooded reptilian eyelid as he sells seven Fentanyl tablets to Diversity under a narcotic cloud of monotonous insistent bass beats. Equity is quarreling with Under-representation over Authenticity in fake Wokeness, bellowing and flexing tattooed muscles as the Walmart security staff jiggle their immense wheezing obesity to the scene of the escalating drama. Onlookers are quickly gathering up all the Ukrainian color posters from the parking-posts as they disperse, grabbing as many free samples of THC-infused Delta-8 gummies as they can from the abandoned sales-promotion table on their way out. Uncouth plebeian tremors are undulating over the entire trash-strewn parking lot as filthy seagulls take wing, squawking. *Shut UP **** ain't LIKE THAT*! shouts Urban Degeneration at her baby-daddy who spits cannabis-cola all over her threaded beaded extensions. He drops their child, Criminalisha, still strapped into her carrier, onto the pavement and lunges at Urban D. *I'ma hafta **** you UP now, ***** murmurs Poochie tha Kontrolla (aforementioned baby-daddy) and proceeds to tie her hair extensions to the handle of her SUV. He bites her hand until she drops the keys, which he grabs and then he jumps into the driver's seat. The engine roars. Meanwhile, in the gathered crowd of onlookers, Miss Cultural-appropriation berates an old man for wearing a rice-paddy shade hat on a cloudy day when he only .05 percent Asiatic. The Walmart security staff have mistakenly sat upon and handcuffed one of their own who screams for his meds and therapy canine. As police sirens are heard approaching, America Corpulenta rolls her fat bloodshot eyes and launches her immense rolls of adipose tissue into orbit towards the international space-station. *My interstellar-ass rocket gone KICK you ******* lil' space station you racist-ass bigot*, she yells to no one in particular . . . And America, although no one there realized it, was indeed GREAT.

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Aug 28, 2022

Aug 28, 2022 at 7:48 PM UTC

connecthook

Mêlée

****** Ignorance parks her brand new SUV next to Sociopathy, who barely raises a hooded reptilian eyelid as he sells seven Fentanyl tablets to Diversity under a narcotic cloud of monotonous insistent bass beats. Equity is quarreling with Under-representation over Authenticity in fake Wokeness, bellowing and flexing tattooed muscles as the Walmart security staff jiggle their immense wheezing obesity to the scene of the escalating drama. Onlookers are quickly gathering up all the Ukrainian color posters from the parking-posts as they disperse, grabbing as many free samples of THC-infused Delta-8 gummies as they can from the abandoned sales-promotion table on their way out. Uncouth plebeian tremors are undulating over the entire trash-strewn parking lot as filthy seagulls take wing, squawking. *Shut UP **** ain't LIKE THAT*! shouts Urban Degeneration at her baby-daddy who spits cannabis-cola all over her threaded beaded extensions. He drops their child, Criminalisha, still strapped into her carrier, onto the pavement and lunges at Urban D. *I'ma hafta **** you UP now, ***** murmurs Poochie tha Kontrolla (aforementioned baby-daddy) and proceeds to tie her hair extensions to the handle of her SUV. He bites her hand until she drops the keys, which he grabs and then he jumps into the driver's seat. The engine roars. Meanwhile, in the gathered crowd of onlookers, Miss Cultural-appropriation berates an old man for wearing a rice-paddy shade hat on a cloudy day when he only .05 percent Asiatic. The Walmart security staff have mistakenly sat upon and handcuffed one of their own who screams for his meds and therapy canine. As police sirens are heard approaching, America Corpulenta rolls her fat bloodshot eyes and launches her immense rolls of adipose tissue into orbit towards the international space-station. *My interstellar-ass rocket gone KICK you ******* lil' space station you racist-ass bigot*, she yells to no one in particular . . . And America, although no one there realized it, was indeed GREAT.

6

I’m eating gummies by the dumpster, they taste real good, soft- cause’ they’ve been in my pocket all day.

0

Apr 26, 2018

Apr 26, 2018 at 7:38 PM UTC

matthew-mckeown

Gummies

I’m eating gummies by the dumpster, they taste real good, soft- cause’ they’ve been in my pocket all day.

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