"hypo" poems
Sugar rush rush rush oh yeah rush
I have a sugar rush
I deserve a coke and a nice cream bun oh yeah let's party on
You see sugar hangs around at parties
I wish it fucken wouldn't
But it does you see it can pump up the young
And provide muscle which
Could later be celiate
I love to have a sugar rush
Like a nice finger bun with honey oh so tasty as
I need to have a sugar rush
Like a nice vanilla milkshake
And a mud cake yeah it tastes so great
What about bubble gum or
Chewing gum the best items for your sugar rush
You see ***** cranberry has
Sugar as well as alcohol
So you get your sugar rush and alcohol fix
How cools that
The reason why kids are hypo active because they have a sugar rush that happens every day
Sugar rush rush rush oh yeah
Come in to the witch's gingerbread house to taste more sugar to fatten you up
But you must say to the witch
You can't get me dude
Sugar rush sugar rush
Rush rush rush
Enjoy sugar every day dudes
Sent from my iPhone
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 7:52 AM UTC
I never wonder what it would be like for me to not have my disease
But I do wonder what it would be like to be someone without it
What it would be like to not miss school to see a doctor whose specialty my classmates can't even spell
What it would be like not to take a pill every morning
What it would be like to not face the repercussions of not taking my pill one morning
What it would be like not to pay for the Synthroid
What it would be like to not know anything about it
I think it would be quite ordinary
I think I would be weaker for it
not being able to endure the symptoms
I think I would have less initiative
Not having to take my pill for myself at a young age
I think I would be less curious
Not wanting to know more about myself
I think I'm better off for it
I know more about myself
I know more about the world around me
I know more about perseverance
I know more about medicine
I know more about budgeting
I know more about individuality
I would never want for me to not have my disease
I'm a better person for it
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 9:10 PM UTC
I've worked with shovel and
trowel half of my life but right
now if I could recall the hypo-
tenuse of a right triangle I'd
try another angle for putting
those tools to use digging a rect-
angular hole so neat and six feet
deep then sew my mouth shut
just so I can't tell the devil where
to go when it's cold and I'm sleeping
with white slugs behind my ears like
big Beltones so I can hear the mock-
ingbird sing those words on my stone.
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 9:57 PM UTC
responsive wordplay resizes
double entendre to single line
call blocked the writers
got more out by dialing 9
touch screens to text readers
read text and seem touched
the ringing in your ears
was from a cellular punch
I plan to limit my data
but I always over share
mastering dastardly dactyls
pushes my meter to bare
if you only think 1x
you might struggle to get the picture
take a 4G dose to flex
your brain with crack and fissures
lithium ironic that my low battery
turns hyperbole to hypo
I got you charged with flattery
alas, you're not my typo
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC
Hypocrite tournament
put the hippos in a
tourniquet
Turnt a bit
too turned up
Two ton tummies
summo wrestling,
who will win?
Mounted champion
munching on
mountains:
A hypo-hippo-perbole
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 6:17 PM UTC
Thomas, Edward, Percy, James,
There is a point, not random names,
Scarlet, Kevin, Stuart, Bob,
I've not gone insane, become a ****
Manny, Diego, Granny, Sid,
I've not gone hypo like some kid,
Twelve random names that mean great fun,
When watching telly with my son!
© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2016
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 4:06 PM UTC
When the darkness spreads and the screaming penetrates even my dreams
The seduction of empty space calls at me
It’s attraction is undeniable
My daydreaming naturally becoming more visual
The flavour of death
An ecstasy like no other
My strongest and last ******
So many options but only one to be my sinful romance
Will it be:
My tanned yellow appearance if I take too much
The chalk outline if I take a nudge
The rose stained bath if I dig a bit more
My neck ornament when I hit the floor
The gruesome distance a burst pipeline will go
The sweating and shaking from a hypo
Or simply a collision with a glare of light
Or maybe the ground was never my right
And I would prefer the pull from my lungs’ weight
or the heat off my skin as it ablates
Or maybe you would prefer an accident
Maybe that will help you cover your names
Don’t worry I won’t leave a note
I’ll let your guilt engross you
And when it gets too much you can use your sorry excuses to help suit you
You can blame my unstable personality
My weak mental health
My poverty of speech
But at least you’ll think twice the next time you speak
This will be my sweet everlasting revenge
Jun 28, 2021
Jun 28, 2021 at 5:11 PM UTC
It’s December, it’s foggy and rainy, but that fits. Of course, a rainy Saturday means gathering in the common room with my roommates and watching either “The Hunger Games” or “Twilight.” Leong’s never seen Twilight, believe it or not, what are they DOing in China? We were explaining that It’s ok to talk through Twilight because it’s completely senseless. Yeah, good times.
We got back from Thanksgiving break, and we had to hit it - grinding to squeeze half a semester into 18 days. It’s a cornucopia of pressure. Yes, we’ve hit the books, but we’re still us.
Here’s a question: What’s the first season in December? “Spotify wrapped” season! EVERYONE has Spotify and once a year you get a summary of your listening habits. The reports came out this week and it’s all people are talking about. Comparing their lists, artists, tastes. Those lists say a lot about someone and it’s ok to not have taste, we should normalize it.
My top artist was Taylor Swift (duh) my top song was Taylor Swift’s “Renegade,” Spotify says I listened to it 285 times but that’s biased because more than once, when writing a paper, I put that song on a loop for 6 hours. My second most listened to song was “Champagne Problems” By Taylor. That song is so Rory, Gilmore Girls coded - like Rory saying, “you're on your own.” My other top artists are TV Girl, the backseat lovers and hypo campus. Yeah, I roll big.
Taylor’s also been in the conversation because Sophie has an ex-fem-friend (a freshman) who started seeing a 45-year-old guy. Let me ask you, what does a 45-year-old man have in common with an 18-year-old girl? We have Yale friends in their early 20s who consider themselves still teenagers and children and THEY are horrified. It’s naked fracking ********** (Sorry, that one foamed over.)
The whole situation is ripped from Taylor’s 2010 masterpiece “Dear John,” which is about her dating John Mayer when she was 19 and he was 30-something. Her friends warned her, but she wouldn’t hear. Taylor Swift can be corny, and I love the corn, but she can be topical too and even though I was 7 when she released “Dear John” (2010), it’s a timeless lesson.
Dec 3, 2022
Dec 3, 2022 at 2:01 PM UTC
A pair of flip flops
are delivered into his lair
also known as my apartment
they have been coated with some dust
from alongside a lake, where wild things roam
then washed in the lake,
just for his enjoyment
and he tears into them, kicking and biting
in the morning, they are presented to me
in a new style: the corrugated look
a bug he's found on the patio and killed
is brought in and he sets it down in the middle of the living room
freshly vacumed rug shows it off well
then back to more stylizing
Last year's Walmart's purple flip flops
are now objects d'art
and now eating the expensive hypo-allergenic food
meant for the old cat, his foster father/mother
who used to chew off his whiskers when he was a kitten
and then, time for nap
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 1:52 PM UTC
Hypothetically speaking, if i could rewind time
I'd pause in the middle of seperation
And maybe you'd be real this time
Hypothetically of course, there wouldn't
Have been a break up . about your feelings
I couldnt care ... and in your arms ...
I wouldnt wish you were there
Hypothetically of course, i wouldn't
Crave your embrace . you wouldn't
Have went from meaning to much to me ...
To just a random face
With chemistry at first sight
I was bonded to you by a force .
If i cared about you i'd miss you ...
Hypothetically of course
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
Baby sugar baby .....I need you now
honey sugar honey .....my thirst you so
taste so good ...feel so light
gliding down ones throat
body rejects ...has no regret
I thirst you so
hypo no no
i know the way
jabby happy
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 6:50 AM UTC
Couldn't find her in the States
US or those I was in
From Maine up to Mania
From Hypo down to Sin
I scoured the Vol State
She wasn't even there
Remember the one I spoke of
I was choking on her hair
So I tramped out to Texas
Sandbags were all I found
Drove up to Collyrado
Crusted Butte, Drunk Unsound
The wrong color Orange caught me
Where the Gators turn blue
Didn't make No ****** sense
So I left abused without truth
Up to recovery
From the Damage that I've done
I lost my fears in Knoxville
Even though I still have some
Couldn't find her in the Ivy League
Nor at Oxford, UK
Caught my Baby down in Nashville
She has the Stones to Swing away
Pyreneaic granite told me
That French was the Langue
Even though I speak Spanish and Italian
I think I've found the true Romantic tongue
**** what a woman
What a spirit indeed
I'm gonna shed my last coat
Forever cause she's my Queen
I found my higher power
Linguistics it used to be
I might drop off this continent
Because Saving's what I need
Chirping like a som'bitch
Is that Aviary Queen
of my globe/world/universe
My Archaeoloverix, Baby
Kisses Hugs Baby Bird
i can hear her coo at me
I'm gonna quit my scribbling
And call her heart to me
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
Diary filled with,
Test strips
Carb counts
Calorie graphs
Old reports
Appointments
Hotlines
Expenses of a bills
This can be life, all about.
A contempt face,
With a sweetened blood
Scrolling a display to dial
Curiosity of hypo and hyper,
A big nightmare
Obesity in gene
Sedentary chills,
Sympathetic rush,
Diabetes, by default.
Defective B-cell
OHA on trial
Complications close by,
A vial of longevity, stand by
1/2/3/4/5, shots a day
Seems everything is ok
Elemental peace
Though, to be precise,
With a sugary comfort, future is diabetic.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 7:02 PM UTC
You found me on the floor again not wearing anything
I'm so sorry baby sometimes I just get weak
I didn't mean to scare you
yes, I can hear you
You fill me up with honey and tell me it's gonna be fine
We'll get through this together, You're not alone this time.
Yes, I can hear you
I just can't feel you - at all
You don't know what's in my head It's like I'm losing ground
For a moment I'm up just to crash back down
I can't seem to handle my own two feet
I get so ****** tired and I feel so weak
Yea I know I'm moving slow but Im trying my best
I don't need your angry tone on top of this burden on my chest
It's not good enough for you
but it's the best I can do
Two feet on the floor again I think I've lost my mind
The whole world's gone a blur, No, I'm not alright
My hands are shaking, I'm going crazy
It's hard enough to just get by
I know it makes you angry
So, I'll turn my head while I cry
You say baby look at me and I stare right into you
You say baby listen to me and I am listening to you
But you're miles away
We're miles away
Two feet on the floor again, no, I'm not alright
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 11:51 AM UTC
Wait for it. Our brilliant extinction, we've figured something out, and expand, go forth, take it, cherish and entitlement to dignity, however never superiority, virtue is present in every hedonist, and every holy man has a hard appentige that is ready to burst, re fluidity of philosophers and the hypo **** of artists, reaching out for truth and finding death, artists seeking out death and finding love and bursting with the stars, the relative dignities am take hold and we decide and the breaking point, between defeat, surrender and the possibilities, the senses being able to detect the grass growing, our ears finding the correlations of melodies but sifting and uniqueness comes through and always shines, we are careful of black and white thinkjng but then suddenly the truth is illuminated, we must bust our chains! Take what is ours! And history will recycle, to hell with libear progression, let our ecosystems battle and let gray area be black and white, our brilliant departure from where we started, born with eyes wide open, without limitation
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 1:34 AM UTC
This is the hard part.
Knowing that in a moment ,
my living determines who dies next.
When there' s no "blood thirst"
that' s the real danger
...considering context.
This is the hard part.
Being reminded of those claims.
'A ferocious Marksman'
somehow scared to take aim.
Whether the prey is ready or not
what will it change ?
When I should be set to ****
I fret the pain.
IT HAS TO DIE.
Now this...THIS is the hard part.
Now He' s talking to you.
Let it be known
there' s no way out of it...only through.
Nevermind all that was done
be inclined to know what you' ll do.
If the guess is that you' ll walk away
and wait for another day...
will it be true ?
What if another day never comes
and you don' t even get a clue ?
And now all is dark , so dark
you can' t feel Me
and I don' t see you.
That will be the hardest part.
Being amongst the dead
but none of which I' ve killed.
Regretting the one time
I should' ve taken a life
and a shackle kept me still.
This is no painkiller
but
very much a tough pill...
I am now the prey
and they ,
hunt for thrill.
This one here...
this is REALLY the hardest part.
In comparison ,
all the other parts seem fine.
Grappling with this question...
I' ve spent a lot of time.
A lot of time.
Hypothetically ,
if I never win the hunt ,
if I never take it' s life ,
when it' s all done...
My Lord , Will You Claim Mine ?
Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 11:13 PM UTC
Chill impedes my spine,
Mist clouds my mind,
Voices scream and cry,
“Why can't I just die?”
Hypo through my bones,
Obscurity bestows,
For this excuse
Is mine adieu.
Done with all, until…
A flash
Concise and clean.
Heaves me back
“Don’t leave them.”
My soul ousts a squeak
A silence stills,
“Escape the black”
For there’s always light
In the world of lack.
Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 5:34 PM UTC