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"heresay" poems
Milk bottle sweets Make me bite my cheek I was in the basement all day Worrying about some heresay I rode my bicycle to the shop And cut my knees when i fell off I stole some sweets and felt real bad So I went and put them back Stuck in limbo Hello monsters Scary monsters Worrying monsters
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Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC
bar and grill pay and display machine
Finite Fjords ferried then forgotten junctures Masking mashups disunion unfound by everyone slackface mouth agape tongue in cheek spittle drips words trapdoored out vocal vacuum chords strum silence heretical heresay the headlight sped north Abortion of caged comfort Abort wars, birth best invent intentional acts WILLED UNDEVILED DEEDS BLEED BREED PLEAD SERENITY WITHOUT ANY GRANDIOUSITY
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Mar 24, 2010
Mar 24, 2010 at 11:25 PM UTC
ample sample
Sequester thee eternal sunshine. The hummingbird does not speak to me. Symbolizing a new beginning. Harmony brings Destiny. Doing the devil's work is heartless. He can believe liars to this day. For the biast lies about me the mediator had to say. I thought heresay was irrelevant. Her recommendations to the judge were sent. I was not chosen. My parental rights frozen. Demons in human form in the courtroom posing. Judge Gerald Jessop retired without remorse. His senseless verdicts concluded it's course. Who does he think he is to say or think how we deserve to be separated this way. At my side is the only place for Ariel to stay. To take a child from their mother as a baby & a little girl is not for their best interest. It was traumatizing enough everytime I had to leave just to work my shift. The judge & his minions at Madge Bradley Downtown can drink giraffe **** For what they did to my daughter & I's relationship The devil horned one of red flesh can escort them with his pitchfork to hell as a trip. Another sunrise they can skip. Some evil is so bad that not even fire can destroy it The natural order of things this way is meant. The biast liars be ****** & die endless torment.
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Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
Ignored & Hated
Raymond was strapped in grade four. Reportedly told a kid to **** off. True heresay. This happened a while ago. He could'a been stood against the board, With his nose in a circle for thirty minutes. (Lines were always a waste of everyone's time) Could'a stood him at the back for the morning, Or out in the hall, or suspended, Later expelled. He could'a been fired and unemployed, ****** off and unsocial, And, again, later, crooked. True heresy. Then we tell him to **** off, Which we should've done first, And left it at that.
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Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 9:44 PM UTC
Corporeal Raymond
It was never about the goodwill, the charm Not remotely Just the lies But not any old lies No, lies that made a difference Dropped into conversation, subtlely Then became consequences Affecting lives Watching as the poison took effect Gratifying from a distance Better than a shot to the head Moving on to the next one Words at the end of the phone More words, just a hint Heresay Death on a dark night Senseless, yet so brutal No affiliations, why Small wars breakout New faces, click Names to faces Phone call in the night Chaos ensues Car stops as shadowy figure enters from the dark Drives off Dossier complete.
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Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
***** War.
"I say it was the butler," And so the accusations begin. They fly through the dining room with their winged reasons based on heresay and whims. "It can't have been him. He wasn't even there!" A professor counters with snark. Pointing out the other was wrong for their own chance to glow. "Well then it must've been the maid" A woman in red counters Glaring daggers like the ones That get buried deep into trusting backs. "Maybe it was one of you! Looking for monetary gain!" A man exclaims pointedly Green overcoat buttoned tightly as he perused the crowd unkindly. "Everyone calm down!" A gentleman speaks soothingly. "Since we're speaking in clichés I thought I'd put my two cents in." the man inspects the body and with dramatic flair Announces: "It was Colonel Mustard, in the dining room, with a rope." And the fancy dressed group Cried out in frustration. But upon further inspection of the victim dressed in peacock blues and greens yielded a braided rope pattern surrounding her neck. And it left them all to wonder, "Who is Colonel Mustard?"
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Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 12:05 AM UTC
The Guessing Game
It was never about the goodwill, the charm Not remotely Just the lies But not any old lies No, lies that made a difference Dropped into conversation, subtlely Then became consequences Affecting lives Watching as the poison took effect Gratifying from a distance Better than a shot to the head Moving on to the next one Words at the end of the phone More words, just a hint Heresay Death on a dark night Senseless, yet so brutal No affiliations, why Small wars breakout New faces, click Names to faces Phone call in the night Chaos ensues Car stops as shadowy figure enters from the dark Drives off Dossier complete.
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Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 6:41 AM UTC
***** War.