"llll" poems - Hello Poetry

We were delivered by the gods of the white coats. I was chromosome X and Y of the prise goats. I've been thinking nowadays Is it better in some ways To be in our superior race. To see and hear without our own face. The city Is pretty And gritty. So witty , Have pity on us clones. We've all practiced our functions. We're all lingered at junctions ... For such a long time. We're tired , so run down , recharge uss orr weee''llll diiiieeee

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Sep 5, 2015

Sep 5, 2015 at 11:35 PM UTC

sparx-kuijper

Shock of a lifetime. (robots)

We were delivered by the gods of the white coats. I was chromosome X and Y of the prise goats. I've been thinking nowadays Is it better in some ways To be in our superior race. To see and hear without our own face. The city Is pretty And gritty. So witty , Have pity on us clones. We've all practiced our functions. We're all lingered at junctions ... For such a long time. We're tired , so run down , recharge uss orr weee''llll diiiieeee

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I.   my head was starting to overflow thoughts and memories  spilling out onto the streets  so I took an eraser to the etchings that littered the cave walls  of my mind and now  it’s a blank canvas  and baby you are no longer  my muse.  ll.  my shoulders were beginning  to ache from years  of carrying the weight  of a lifetime of sadness  so I scrubbed off the blue  of your name and found only gray underneath  and you can imagine my surprise when I learned  there is something worse than pain.  emptyness.  lll.  two arms are not nearly enough  to bear the weight  of hearing you tell me  you don’t love me anymore  so I planted the seeds of your words in my wrists  and when they finally blossomed  the terrain was too tattered to recognize the words that once ****** the life from my very veins  like weeds  and maybe that’s for the best. llll.  when the bruises began to form  in the places around my waist  you once held onto so tightly  like it meant the difference between life and death  like my hips were the only handles left on Earth and you were afraid to fall in love, I realized bruised lips are not the same thing as tough love.  lllll.  my thighs shrunk everytime I said no  I’m not hungry, I already ate, I’m fine thanks,  and the bigger the space between  my thighs grew, the better I felt knowing I was making room for you  without realizing  until it was too late that the more area you occupied, the less I had to grow.  I’m wilting.  llllll.  my knees are shaking like  the leaves were  the day you told me you no longer wanted to try and love me  so my calves are swaying and  my toes are curling and these lines twisting around my thighs  are begging  to be  opened . lllllll.  my wrists are starting to overflow nightmares and heartbreaks  spilling out onto the streets  so I took a razor to the etchings  that littered the cave walls of my arms and now  it’s a ****** canvas  and baby you are no longer  my muse.

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Jul 3, 2015

Jul 3, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC

godsends

The 7 Sins My Body Has Made For You

I.   my head was starting to overflow thoughts and memories  spilling out onto the streets  so I took an eraser to the etchings that littered the cave walls  of my mind and now  it’s a blank canvas  and baby you are no longer  my muse.  ll.  my shoulders were beginning  to ache from years  of carrying the weight  of a lifetime of sadness  so I scrubbed off the blue  of your name and found only gray underneath  and you can imagine my surprise when I learned  there is something worse than pain.  emptyness.  lll.  two arms are not nearly enough  to bear the weight  of hearing you tell me  you don’t love me anymore  so I planted the seeds of your words in my wrists  and when they finally blossomed  the terrain was too tattered to recognize the words that once ****** the life from my very veins  like weeds  and maybe that’s for the best. llll.  when the bruises began to form  in the places around my waist  you once held onto so tightly  like it meant the difference between life and death  like my hips were the only handles left on Earth and you were afraid to fall in love, I realized bruised lips are not the same thing as tough love.  lllll.  my thighs shrunk everytime I said no  I’m not hungry, I already ate, I’m fine thanks,  and the bigger the space between  my thighs grew, the better I felt knowing I was making room for you  without realizing  until it was too late that the more area you occupied, the less I had to grow.  I’m wilting.  llllll.  my knees are shaking like  the leaves were  the day you told me you no longer wanted to try and love me  so my calves are swaying and  my toes are curling and these lines twisting around my thighs  are begging  to be  opened . lllllll.  my wrists are starting to overflow nightmares and heartbreaks  spilling out onto the streets  so I took a razor to the etchings  that littered the cave walls of my arms and now  it’s a ****** canvas  and baby you are no longer  my muse.

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every1 wants to p[lay some game so i say okay less play i love you just need them too its family its the truth i love you but u dont need to know the truth i dont really love you i just think i can fix u cant u tell by how there is nothing to talk about when its just us two cant u tell by how i dont give a **** about what your writing about and youll never see my name on your dashboard u tooo slow cant u tell by how i distrust u and sleep, soo much longer that i need too i know **** you pay me or pay u gonna shut u off cold isnt it are u alone **** you know the world is drying dying towel drying no water left **** you feel sorry for your sins **** no **** you repent **** the smiling ***** straightoutof Magdalene hey SATA?N hes not there i been asking god is here but he doesnt ******* care he doesnt ******* care he doesnt ******* care he doesnt ******* care hedoesntfucking care your love is here ask god for a small place to stay away from everyon and everything that made u feel this way he;llll! hellsay hes working so hard preparing a place for your rotting creature pelt to hang above his fireplace u can trust with all the brids that know seeing isnt believing so fat with faith sidestepping windows like theieryer necks were made of neckbraces unable to kneel down andpuke it out fly with them until they remember somethings are invisible and they matter just as well im standing on the edge of the felt the putting green orb u fell onto and melded so u grab your blak crows and fly fly fly ******* hard ******* full force until you fly to ******* hard into it and break your neck and remember before u die that there is nothing to believe in even when you are well there is nothing to be decieved by you were born worthless branded with a dollar sign and yyour holy ghost wont pay the hospital life ur dead because u believed in life birds are dumb+haldf blind im blind but i could see what you were doing with empty sockets or backwards eyes

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Jul 27, 2015

Jul 27, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC

ourtwobodiesintoonepinkcasket

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every1 wants to p[lay some game so i say okay less play i love you just need them too its family its the truth i love you but u dont need to know the truth i dont really love you i just think i can fix u cant u tell by how there is nothing to talk about when its just us two cant u tell by how i dont give a **** about what your writing about and youll never see my name on your dashboard u tooo slow cant u tell by how i distrust u and sleep, soo much longer that i need too i know **** you pay me or pay u gonna shut u off cold isnt it are u alone **** you know the world is drying dying towel drying no water left **** you feel sorry for your sins **** no **** you repent **** the smiling ***** straightoutof Magdalene hey SATA?N hes not there i been asking god is here but he doesnt ******* care he doesnt ******* care he doesnt ******* care he doesnt ******* care hedoesntfucking care your love is here ask god for a small place to stay away from everyon and everything that made u feel this way he;llll! hellsay hes working so hard preparing a place for your rotting creature pelt to hang above his fireplace u can trust with all the brids that know seeing isnt believing so fat with faith sidestepping windows like theieryer necks were made of neckbraces unable to kneel down andpuke it out fly with them until they remember somethings are invisible and they matter just as well im standing on the edge of the felt the putting green orb u fell onto and melded so u grab your blak crows and fly fly fly ******* hard ******* full force until you fly to ******* hard into it and break your neck and remember before u die that there is nothing to believe in even when you are well there is nothing to be decieved by you were born worthless branded with a dollar sign and yyour holy ghost wont pay the hospital life ur dead because u believed in life birds are dumb+haldf blind im blind but i could see what you were doing with empty sockets or backwards eyes

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won't get out of my lap kitty kitty don't you understand? how very peculiarly profoundly perfect your life became the minute you found yourself locked in this palace? your freedom of this house won't you take this life less seriously with me? I struggle, I learn every day too, I watch the comedies, and your nose wet, rare, square, trying to, let it a llll go!! how how how how! how do you take a man who takes the world so seriously and turn him into THE JESTER???? a true and perfect comedian! perhaps my self entitlement puts me back in the hole aGain!! MUSKRAT NOTHING, there is the bit of horrible, horrible, stark truth in every joke, the brutality of honesty, or perhaps the comedy is the hot dog wrapped in a bagel that is absurdity or perhaps the comedy is the bagel itself and the ****** is the ******* truth that we relate to what would louis say? what would jerry say? what would Chris rock? and Richy Gervais or however you spell his name? Silverman? help me out here, give me a few answers the audience doesn't lie, and they laugh at the stupidest things, when the artist is outside of themselves, when the comedian isn't even aware of what they are doing, but some sort of ironic twist is born out of nothing...nesss its getting too confusing, and I'm back to square one, back to my confusions, make me into more or whatever I wrote before left to perpetual seriousness? I don't want to believe this, are the average comedians liars and the geniuses genuine? what is genuine quality really? put under the microscope it is resentful and pity, and often in jail! and the cat, rests, sleeps, curls, even as I type and her head, keeps getting pushed to the side over and over again... and never bites, because she has learned that she doesn't have to, the food is provided, and anxieties are only presented by... silly little things. Silly, silly little things. That she makes up in her brain.

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Mar 25, 2015

Mar 25, 2015 at 2:58 AM UTC

Seanzy

the ******* cat

won't get out of my lap kitty kitty don't you understand? how very peculiarly profoundly perfect your life became the minute you found yourself locked in this palace? your freedom of this house won't you take this life less seriously with me? I struggle, I learn every day too, I watch the comedies, and your nose wet, rare, square, trying to, let it a llll go!! how how how how! how do you take a man who takes the world so seriously and turn him into THE JESTER???? a true and perfect comedian! perhaps my self entitlement puts me back in the hole aGain!! MUSKRAT NOTHING, there is the bit of horrible, horrible, stark truth in every joke, the brutality of honesty, or perhaps the comedy is the hot dog wrapped in a bagel that is absurdity or perhaps the comedy is the bagel itself and the ****** is the ******* truth that we relate to what would louis say? what would jerry say? what would Chris rock? and Richy Gervais or however you spell his name? Silverman? help me out here, give me a few answers the audience doesn't lie, and they laugh at the stupidest things, when the artist is outside of themselves, when the comedian isn't even aware of what they are doing, but some sort of ironic twist is born out of nothing...nesss its getting too confusing, and I'm back to square one, back to my confusions, make me into more or whatever I wrote before left to perpetual seriousness? I don't want to believe this, are the average comedians liars and the geniuses genuine? what is genuine quality really? put under the microscope it is resentful and pity, and often in jail! and the cat, rests, sleeps, curls, even as I type and her head, keeps getting pushed to the side over and over again... and never bites, because she has learned that she doesn't have to, the food is provided, and anxieties are only presented by... silly little things. Silly, silly little things. That she makes up in her brain.

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