Hypoglycaemic poems on Hello Poetry

Samhain LongQuiet Nov 2012

I almost faint
I had forgotten to eat-
Hypoglycaemic ?
He's sweet.
Bi-polar
You should see him yell

Not at me yet
I won't stick around to tell.
So sweet I said,
But he leaves me smelling like cigarettes
THC,
***.
He looks at me pityingly
When I refuse to eat.

He smiled at me
over the plate of food
He told me how he liked
Pain
Blood
Power
Mixed with the ***.

I am one of over a hundred
He's slept with.
I am different.
Quiet
Shy.
I tear him apart
with my nails.
He told me he liked knives
I crisscrossed a pattern on his back
My fingernails slicing his hips
I left so many bruises
So many more cuts
He asked for it
I bit him
Over and over
On the neck
His lip ring became my toy
The pant of his breath my music
Without touching him
Softly
Gently
Lovingly
He groans.
He wants me.
He lets the monster out of me.

He forced me to eat.
He worried about my faint
I chided him-
Both get our own problems.
I left him while he was asleep.

Keayra 21h

Hypoglycaemic.

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.

Ryan O'Leary Jul 2018

Doppio

The waiter’s don’t go there
to serve but to sit.

If you’re hypoglycaemic, you
will have a fit.

Doppio means Double
twice, the same trouble

You go there again
and you’ll feel like a nit.

An hour at a table looking
at ants

One wishes the staff had
a few in their pants.

A word with the boss
to complain of your loss

He’s an arrogant old ****
who cares but a toss.

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Ps.
if you want to get fed
grow two extra legs and
try under the tables.

Doppio is a Pizza
Restaurant in Luberon.
Don’t go there.

Ryan O'Leary Jun 2018

Waves

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                            v
                             e
                           s.

      Anxiety for me is schizophrenic

            I have days and hours when

              everything is fine to the point

                 of manic happiness a sort of

               hypoglycaemic reaction akin

           to those graphic highs and

       lows that diabetics suffer

          when they neglect

                  to inject

                      with

                          ins

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