"nauseatingly" poems - Hello Poetry

Everyone I’ve ever idolized dies tragically. He said that Blues Run the Game and died still feeling that fire all over his body. He sings about losing control again even though it’s he who was. He taught his son about responsibility and fell to the wildebeest. I used to think the monk who set himself on fire was insane but now I think he was a product of sound rationale. Ears are falling off in this starry night. And I see nothing weird If he told me to keep the object carefully I would. Madness is Genius. And I’d rather be absolutely ridiculous than nauseatingly normal. No one tells you that the very best parts of love are also its very worst. Love torments the soul Tragedy becomes a way of life And suffering, a daily occurrence. Such is the way of the mad artist. Who after he paints Starry Night Cuts off his ear. I’m starting to think I’ll live longer If I stop being an artist.

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Nov 12, 2012

Nov 12, 2012 at 2:35 PM UTC

ecpollick

Irrational.

Everyone I’ve ever idolized dies tragically. He said that Blues Run the Game and died still feeling that fire all over his body. He sings about losing control again even though it’s he who was. He taught his son about responsibility and fell to the wildebeest. I used to think the monk who set himself on fire was insane but now I think he was a product of sound rationale. Ears are falling off in this starry night. And I see nothing weird If he told me to keep the object carefully I would. Madness is Genius. And I’d rather be absolutely ridiculous than nauseatingly normal. No one tells you that the very best parts of love are also its very worst. Love torments the soul Tragedy becomes a way of life And suffering, a daily occurrence. Such is the way of the mad artist. Who after he paints Starry Night Cuts off his ear. I’m starting to think I’ll live longer If I stop being an artist.

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like benny profane @ the sailors' grave boot heels etch Hieroglyphic cuneiform on saw dusted floors, while blobs of mercury nailed to the bar drip down nauseatingly poetic accomplishing nothing proving even less.

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Oct 12, 2013

Oct 12, 2013 at 5:37 PM UTC

blake-bourland

What's it feel like?

like benny profane @ the sailors' grave boot heels etch Hieroglyphic cuneiform on saw dusted floors, while blobs of mercury nailed to the bar drip down nauseatingly poetic accomplishing nothing proving even less.

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The smell of cherries, Rich, tangy, sweet, Like syrup dripping down through my water, Leaving my lungs filled with nauseatingly, gorgeous pink, Outside the window’s damp metallic screen. It pulls my eyes out, Leaving across the city, Dark and screaming as it is. Screaming to be worth something, To be known, And all we are is above, in the clouds. Pink, suffocatingly high, All around us the air sings, And I am choking, Colliding with the atmosphere, The heart envelops the mind, I am here again, All metal. Waking nightmare, The smell of cherries.

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May 2, 2021

May 2, 2021 at 7:17 PM UTC

SlowBird

Cerise

The smell of cherries, Rich, tangy, sweet, Like syrup dripping down through my water, Leaving my lungs filled with nauseatingly, gorgeous pink, Outside the window’s damp metallic screen. It pulls my eyes out, Leaving across the city, Dark and screaming as it is. Screaming to be worth something, To be known, And all we are is above, in the clouds. Pink, suffocatingly high, All around us the air sings, And I am choking, Colliding with the atmosphere, The heart envelops the mind, I am here again, All metal. Waking nightmare, The smell of cherries.

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you are maddeningly sweet infinitely kind shockingly **** nauseatingly cute surprisingly stylish and i am hopelessly romantic for you

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Sep 18, 2013

Sep 18, 2013 at 6:39 AM UTC

neha-singh

you & i

you are maddeningly sweet infinitely kind shockingly **** nauseatingly cute surprisingly stylish and i am hopelessly romantic for you

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Mar 24, 2018

Mar 24, 2018 at 1:22 AM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

where in tarnation doth spam arise?

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All our eyes politely averted, twitching around we inspect each other Women's locker room, women's body Endless variations but I'm always struck by our vulnerability Our body carries us, our consciousness but is clearly designed for the use of another Nothing much to protect it Endlessly prepared for the act of making another Soft and swinging, nauseatingly available And I understand how for centuries we have been merely chattel with great potentials because our body is so overwhelming so obviously important for survival and therefore valuable and coveted and our own will so easily suppressed by a chance encounter desired or not Bleeding every month on it's own timeline never very strong An agenda of it's own that easily co-operates with an enemy A walking science experiment And yet It is ours We put up with it it belongs to us If we can protect it We can do as we like

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Sep 3, 2012

Sep 3, 2012 at 10:16 PM UTC

zulu-samperfas

Woman Body

All our eyes politely averted, twitching around we inspect each other Women's locker room, women's body Endless variations but I'm always struck by our vulnerability Our body carries us, our consciousness but is clearly designed for the use of another Nothing much to protect it Endlessly prepared for the act of making another Soft and swinging, nauseatingly available And I understand how for centuries we have been merely chattel with great potentials because our body is so overwhelming so obviously important for survival and therefore valuable and coveted and our own will so easily suppressed by a chance encounter desired or not Bleeding every month on it's own timeline never very strong An agenda of it's own that easily co-operates with an enemy A walking science experiment And yet It is ours We put up with it it belongs to us If we can protect it We can do as we like

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Nauseatingly comforting, making me wonder, if I’m addicted to this suffering.

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Aug 11, 2025

Aug 11, 2025 at 7:09 AM UTC

brumous

Incense.

Nauseatingly comforting, making me wonder, if I’m addicted to this suffering.

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