"hypertrophic" poems - Hello Poetry

A million centipedes are crawling under my skin. I've killed all the plants in my mind's garden. Waterlogged with saline as I try to dehydrate my face. But I'm not prepared when they come out to play. They climb up the hypertrophic ladders on my skin. Clawing at me while I rip off all their anthropomorphic legs. They seep poison into my bloodstream that contaminates my brain. It leaves me helpless.

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Apr 28, 2018

Apr 28, 2018 at 10:14 PM UTC

IllyaOz

Centipedes

A million centipedes are crawling under my skin. I've killed all the plants in my mind's garden. Waterlogged with saline as I try to dehydrate my face. But I'm not prepared when they come out to play. They climb up the hypertrophic ladders on my skin. Clawing at me while I rip off all their anthropomorphic legs. They seep poison into my bloodstream that contaminates my brain. It leaves me helpless.

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Your eyes were vacant, hollow Sallow - the colour of your putrid heart Art is only art when someone doesn't get it. To be quite candid, I never did get you Your lying fumes made my alveoli suffer You tried to buffer your mistakes But in vain... The scar on your left ear Caused by the fear of being overshadowed Widowed by the loss of your sister But hey, mister, don't you dare look me in the eye. Because I am the second primary on a falcon's right wing I am the initial temperature drop of winter No hunter can possess the desire to possess my desire. My lilac fur of disdain scalds the corneas of my opposition My partially sheathed claws sharpened on the skulls of my deficiencies Lie waiting, famished Polished by your lies , greed & misery Fissures of my hidden deception In a glass tumbler Tempting green apple and cinnamon. So now, stuck on top of a pine tree You begin your cautious decent To the seemingly clear coast below Roasted almonds and marshmallows And I Hiding the shadows themselves Will extend my scaly grasp Onto your left tibia.

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Nov 30, 2016

Nov 30, 2016 at 1:04 PM UTC

sanacaspercat

Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy

Your eyes were vacant, hollow Sallow - the colour of your putrid heart Art is only art when someone doesn't get it. To be quite candid, I never did get you Your lying fumes made my alveoli suffer You tried to buffer your mistakes But in vain... The scar on your left ear Caused by the fear of being overshadowed Widowed by the loss of your sister But hey, mister, don't you dare look me in the eye. Because I am the second primary on a falcon's right wing I am the initial temperature drop of winter No hunter can possess the desire to possess my desire. My lilac fur of disdain scalds the corneas of my opposition My partially sheathed claws sharpened on the skulls of my deficiencies Lie waiting, famished Polished by your lies , greed & misery Fissures of my hidden deception In a glass tumbler Tempting green apple and cinnamon. So now, stuck on top of a pine tree You begin your cautious decent To the seemingly clear coast below Roasted almonds and marshmallows And I Hiding the shadows themselves Will extend my scaly grasp Onto your left tibia.

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No, it isn't cardiac arrhythmia My muscles are purring in anticipation Of the hunt, the chase, the **** Sure, I've had my fill But I've hardly had any fun yet. I've only drawn but a drop of blood Nobody yet expects a flood So build your ark, and count to three What I make,is going to be history. I'll flick my tail, and arch my back Strength maybe, but it's not skill I lack It's restraint. Once I hear that fateful snap A hapless creature you shall be Not just now For all of eternity. Yes, Sana'a is the capital of Yemen But I shall capitalize on your sorrow You'll have so much, won't need to borrow Harrowed yet? So brush your crooked fingers through your greasy hair And tell your sympathetic nervous system That sympathy is about the last thing You'll get from me.

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Nov 30, 2016

Nov 30, 2016 at 1:11 PM UTC

sanacaspercat

Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy Part II

No, it isn't cardiac arrhythmia My muscles are purring in anticipation Of the hunt, the chase, the **** Sure, I've had my fill But I've hardly had any fun yet. I've only drawn but a drop of blood Nobody yet expects a flood So build your ark, and count to three What I make,is going to be history. I'll flick my tail, and arch my back Strength maybe, but it's not skill I lack It's restraint. Once I hear that fateful snap A hapless creature you shall be Not just now For all of eternity. Yes, Sana'a is the capital of Yemen But I shall capitalize on your sorrow You'll have so much, won't need to borrow Harrowed yet? So brush your crooked fingers through your greasy hair And tell your sympathetic nervous system That sympathy is about the last thing You'll get from me.

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