"hlp" poems - Hello Poetry

*** dat lingwistik **** is so **** bro. ppl dun wanna no nefing nemore, well tgif. i just wanna *** some bishes nd 4get abt lyf. I ceebs bein gud wif werdz. i jst wnt sum roofies 2 hlp me relx. my comp is lagging 2much. 2 many **** on ytube 2dae. imma go on COD and shoot sum ***** jst add me on SC nd u can send me nudes. i mite c u at da clubs 2nite. rofl. YOLO. inb4 dis is uncomahensabul dis is 2deep4u.

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May 23, 2016

May 23, 2016 at 11:46 AM UTC

miguel-diaz

4chan Philosophy in Leet Speak.

*** dat lingwistik **** is so **** bro. ppl dun wanna no nefing nemore, well tgif. i just wanna *** some bishes nd 4get abt lyf. I ceebs bein gud wif werdz. i jst wnt sum roofies 2 hlp me relx. my comp is lagging 2much. 2 many **** on ytube 2dae. imma go on COD and shoot sum ***** jst add me on SC nd u can send me nudes. i mite c u at da clubs 2nite. rofl. YOLO. inb4 dis is uncomahensabul dis is 2deep4u.

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I broke it against the rock wall. My cell phone. I even wished it was you, smacking ur smooth face against a yellow imitation of stone. At home night falls like a pregnant woman so suddenly and horribly it brings dust to my eyes. At night I am still afraid of night. I wake and there is no you occupying my aura. I wake and drape hot cloths over my cheeks. I draw the blinds. At home morning arrives like spacecraft. The screen of my phone is blank. On the screen of my phone is a rejection letter. My dead dog day dream registers loud and clear. I rot in the afternoon. I rot in the party punch. I rot in the cute shorts I wore 2 go bowling. I rot in the mascara I use 2 go bawling. I rot in the afternoon , reading Frank Standford. I rot in the rinsing sink. I rot in the drain rack. I r ot on the couch. I rot on the porch. M y boyfr-end rides the inflatable moon to and frum work. He enters the scen and tackles a pharmacist to the floor. Evening at home is a lounge in the tub, wearing the coyote pelt. I am a wild si ckness. I sit in the water until it is cold. I tell him *don't look at my ******* Look at the treble hooks stuck in my hands. Pls hlp*.

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May 20, 2016

May 20, 2016 at 1:39 PM UTC

Mote

Roze Sick

I broke it against the rock wall. My cell phone. I even wished it was you, smacking ur smooth face against a yellow imitation of stone. At home night falls like a pregnant woman so suddenly and horribly it brings dust to my eyes. At night I am still afraid of night. I wake and there is no you occupying my aura. I wake and drape hot cloths over my cheeks. I draw the blinds. At home morning arrives like spacecraft. The screen of my phone is blank. On the screen of my phone is a rejection letter. My dead dog day dream registers loud and clear. I rot in the afternoon. I rot in the party punch. I rot in the cute shorts I wore 2 go bowling. I rot in the mascara I use 2 go bawling. I rot in the afternoon , reading Frank Standford. I rot in the rinsing sink. I rot in the drain rack. I r ot on the couch. I rot on the porch. M y boyfr-end rides the inflatable moon to and frum work. He enters the scen and tackles a pharmacist to the floor. Evening at home is a lounge in the tub, wearing the coyote pelt. I am a wild si ckness. I sit in the water until it is cold. I tell him *don't look at my ******* Look at the treble hooks stuck in my hands. Pls hlp*.

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my mind is a wonderland, the darkness it holds clouds out the light way more than it should majority of the time and I can’t seem to change that difficult fact. I want to know what its like to not be constantly drowning in my reoccurring worries and thoughts that I can never seem to get away from. I am constantly worrying that I will be left behind one day, or I will let all of the important people in my life slip through my delicate fingers because I was to worried about what the people that don’t matter would think of me. when I was a little girl, it was my mission in life to make everyone around me happy by serving them in any possible way and even compromise my own happiness and wants and needs to please the others around me, to make them have the best picture they could ever paint of me in their eyes… but the truth, is i’m not that little girl anymore, I still have my want to give to people and help them get what they want out of life… but i have a better sense of when I need to put myself first and a better sense of when I need to be last. and I think this new found fining of myself, maybe just maybe will help me from drowning in my thoughts, but instead hlp me swim to the surface and finally just…. breathe.

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Jun 20, 2014

Jun 20, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC

deadlynightshade

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my mind is a wonderland, the darkness it holds clouds out the light way more than it should majority of the time and I can’t seem to change that difficult fact. I want to know what its like to not be constantly drowning in my reoccurring worries and thoughts that I can never seem to get away from. I am constantly worrying that I will be left behind one day, or I will let all of the important people in my life slip through my delicate fingers because I was to worried about what the people that don’t matter would think of me. when I was a little girl, it was my mission in life to make everyone around me happy by serving them in any possible way and even compromise my own happiness and wants and needs to please the others around me, to make them have the best picture they could ever paint of me in their eyes… but the truth, is i’m not that little girl anymore, I still have my want to give to people and help them get what they want out of life… but i have a better sense of when I need to put myself first and a better sense of when I need to be last. and I think this new found fining of myself, maybe just maybe will help me from drowning in my thoughts, but instead hlp me swim to the surface and finally just…. breathe.

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