"oll" poems - Hello Poetry

ol king crab kingo the highwaymen cumma walking down that hallways street oll king crab king o the highwaymen he got swagger boom swagger he got boom bap pow pow pow - i seen im runnat comb through his hair i seen it move back i seen it glitter-glisten under em bright lights onna ceeling - i seen im touchin mercury aphrodite i seen im touchin onna ladies hera n persephone he been touchin onna ladies backadatruck backadatruck back seat pull em uppa cliffside pull em uppa cliff bring em inna that backseat 5 minutes in heaven baby you know it - ol king crab dont go to school he appears he come-and-go touch-and-go in-out he just visiting dont need no work dont need to work get nuffa that at home - ol king crab drop out not too much trouble he never drop in get a job drivin a truck aint no better way to live then watching those glitter-glisten lights on that highway run that comb through your hair do it one more time, do it for us king crab yeah, just like that - down that road he go b back l8r b back b back down down down hot stuffy old car dice onna mirror just like a movie luck pair of dice such a lucky paradise inna truck down that road fulla nuthin fulla nuthin fulla NOTHING. - Ol' King Crab he ***** he chew he ***** that how to live that how to live? yeah, son. in back o tha gas station he ***** back inna gas station he chew tobacco gum tobacco he take em ladies by the hand them ladies aint outta worry king crab outta worry watch whose hand you take. - Listen. Don't let him take you by the hand. Don't let him TAKE YOU. DON'T LET HIM TAKE YOU BY THE HAND - ol king crab gettin ****** inna back of the gas station pullin outta driveways and outta women watch whose hand you take on that open road you lose yo head

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Nov 8, 2011

Nov 8, 2011 at 9:15 PM UTC

samuel-ck

ol king crab kingo the highwaymen

ol king crab kingo the highwaymen cumma walking down that hallways street oll king crab king o the highwaymen he got swagger boom swagger he got boom bap pow pow pow - i seen im runnat comb through his hair i seen it move back i seen it glitter-glisten under em bright lights onna ceeling - i seen im touchin mercury aphrodite i seen im touchin onna ladies hera n persephone he been touchin onna ladies backadatruck backadatruck back seat pull em uppa cliffside pull em uppa cliff bring em inna that backseat 5 minutes in heaven baby you know it - ol king crab dont go to school he appears he come-and-go touch-and-go in-out he just visiting dont need no work dont need to work get nuffa that at home - ol king crab drop out not too much trouble he never drop in get a job drivin a truck aint no better way to live then watching those glitter-glisten lights on that highway run that comb through your hair do it one more time, do it for us king crab yeah, just like that - down that road he go b back l8r b back b back down down down hot stuffy old car dice onna mirror just like a movie luck pair of dice such a lucky paradise inna truck down that road fulla nuthin fulla nuthin fulla NOTHING. - Ol' King Crab he ***** he chew he ***** that how to live that how to live? yeah, son. in back o tha gas station he ***** back inna gas station he chew tobacco gum tobacco he take em ladies by the hand them ladies aint outta worry king crab outta worry watch whose hand you take. - Listen. Don't let him take you by the hand. Don't let him TAKE YOU. DON'T LET HIM TAKE YOU BY THE HAND - ol king crab gettin ****** inna back of the gas station pullin outta driveways and outta women watch whose hand you take on that open road you lose yo head

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why does the world have to look so beautiful sometimes... sunlight filters through trees kids fling water up from the creek to catch light in air in my ear smooth spanish groove and it all makes me want to cry because i can't appreciate a moment everything beautiful is so f l e e t i n g everything hard and hateful lingers and sticks you can't just ******* have something good. you can't. during a melt d o w n in college i saw a counselor that told me to face my fear of the worst possible events happening use my voice to project the probabilities out loud would i lay down and die? doubtful. say what you would do. it doesn't seem so bad when it's specific... it's a cloud of random doom that seems unthinkable. you realize it's all do-able a little at a time you will survive but now that is where i live in the subterranean gloom with well thought through foreknowledge of the worst possible events and my likely miserable reactions so i watch my life c oll Aps e and i want to laugh hysterically **** you. **** you. **** you. and **** you. what the **** am i supposed to do? reinvention is jolly, they say Ha! Bah - it was just a job another will just POP up any moment HA! *(someone seriously help me, i'm laughing so hard i'm choking)* Gah! who needs a mate? not me! solitary confinement sure pumps out poetry in extreme quantity, this i will confess solitude is good i like quiet music movies writing reading wine but pray tell, do you realize how many hours there are in one ******* day? when your purpose is torn from you? and you are left to wander the earth alone to find a new life mission or the least miserable substitute? have you felt the gut-wrenching longing alone in bed in (utter silence) night after night after night? not for love past but for love new for lust for touch to not feel alone in the world at times i feel like a person made of the thinnest glass with some nasty creature perched on my shoulder laughing horribly sharpest pin always touching me hammer always raised in the air ready to strike. whatever. you're going to tell me everything is going to be fine, right? yeah.

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Aug 24, 2013

Aug 24, 2013 at 8:45 PM UTC

ama21

burchfield

why does the world have to look so beautiful sometimes... sunlight filters through trees kids fling water up from the creek to catch light in air in my ear smooth spanish groove and it all makes me want to cry because i can't appreciate a moment everything beautiful is so f l e e t i n g everything hard and hateful lingers and sticks you can't just ******* have something good. you can't. during a melt d o w n in college i saw a counselor that told me to face my fear of the worst possible events happening use my voice to project the probabilities out loud would i lay down and die? doubtful. say what you would do. it doesn't seem so bad when it's specific... it's a cloud of random doom that seems unthinkable. you realize it's all do-able a little at a time you will survive but now that is where i live in the subterranean gloom with well thought through foreknowledge of the worst possible events and my likely miserable reactions so i watch my life c oll Aps e and i want to laugh hysterically **** you. **** you. **** you. and **** you. what the **** am i supposed to do? reinvention is jolly, they say Ha! Bah - it was just a job another will just POP up any moment HA! *(someone seriously help me, i'm laughing so hard i'm choking)* Gah! who needs a mate? not me! solitary confinement sure pumps out poetry in extreme quantity, this i will confess solitude is good i like quiet music movies writing reading wine but pray tell, do you realize how many hours there are in one ******* day? when your purpose is torn from you? and you are left to wander the earth alone to find a new life mission or the least miserable substitute? have you felt the gut-wrenching longing alone in bed in (utter silence) night after night after night? not for love past but for love new for lust for touch to not feel alone in the world at times i feel like a person made of the thinnest glass with some nasty creature perched on my shoulder laughing horribly sharpest pin always touching me hammer always raised in the air ready to strike. whatever. you're going to tell me everything is going to be fine, right? yeah.

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Imagine good enough for once and all we do may do good. Corny, Provencial, San Juaquin, come waltz with me, my tilde, leave us oll rrroling rrs all ye all ye outs in free, we are only one century out of tune. And we found a rready wrrited rreason to say a used key is always bright. Freedom of the press, is an abstraction frrom freedom, per se, being in need of rights, authoritatively apprrius osity curio those be noise, not functing scipots, bags of wind. we are the words that fit the pattern to the card, for Mon Jacquard, once a soldier, trained in close order drill, a thread from there, gives us software. The fruit of the sci sent to Mon Jacquard, words taught his fingers to fight. There is a right fight. It is nobody's war. Nobody fights it for you. Come, let us imagine making peace in a cup, until it spills, and coats the world like Sherrwinn Williams.

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Feb 10, 2020

Feb 10, 2020 at 3:44 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Take this cup

Imagine good enough for once and all we do may do good. Corny, Provencial, San Juaquin, come waltz with me, my tilde, leave us oll rrroling rrs all ye all ye outs in free, we are only one century out of tune. And we found a rready wrrited rreason to say a used key is always bright. Freedom of the press, is an abstraction frrom freedom, per se, being in need of rights, authoritatively apprrius osity curio those be noise, not functing scipots, bags of wind. we are the words that fit the pattern to the card, for Mon Jacquard, once a soldier, trained in close order drill, a thread from there, gives us software. The fruit of the sci sent to Mon Jacquard, words taught his fingers to fight. There is a right fight. It is nobody's war. Nobody fights it for you. Come, let us imagine making peace in a cup, until it spills, and coats the world like Sherrwinn Williams.

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Strong… That’s… What Everyone… Sees… Being *Me*? That’s… My… Facade… But no one… Could ever See… *Me*… But You... I think… And you’d always… Talk to me... Speak to me… And tell me… That I’m weak… Very… Very Weak... And *you’ll Cry*... And *you’ll Plea*… *You’ll Call*... And *you’ll Scream*... That… Mentally… I’ve Lost… Emotionally… I’m Tired… Physically… I’m Broke… And I... Would deny your claim... *Who*... Do you *Think*... You *Are*? You… Can’t See… Through my Facade… ...But… You… May be... Right Though… Maybe... You’ve Once... Told your Friends... That… If They *Look* at me… Closely... *They*… Could See *Me*... Breaking… From the *Pressure*? *Emotionally*… Literally... But Baby... *You* Know… You are Wrong... *Because*... *You've* Forgotten… *One* Last Thing... It's that... I Am… But… A *Porcelain Doll*...

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Oct 20, 2015

Oct 20, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC

clovina

Doll

Strong… That’s… What Everyone… Sees… Being *Me*? That’s… My… Facade… But no one… Could ever See… *Me*… But You... I think… And you’d always… Talk to me... Speak to me… And tell me… That I’m weak… Very… Very Weak... And *you’ll Cry*... And *you’ll Plea*… *You’ll Call*... And *you’ll Scream*... That… Mentally… I’ve Lost… Emotionally… I’m Tired… Physically… I’m Broke… And I... Would deny your claim... *Who*... Do you *Think*... You *Are*? You… Can’t See… Through my Facade… ...But… You… May be... Right Though… Maybe... You’ve Once... Told your Friends... That… If They *Look* at me… Closely... *They*… Could See *Me*... Breaking… From the *Pressure*? *Emotionally*… Literally... But Baby... *You* Know… You are Wrong... *Because*... *You've* Forgotten… *One* Last Thing... It's that... I Am… But… A *Porcelain Doll*...

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The first time I saw you, you were drinking a coffee and smoking, maybe that was a signal that we would never work... I hate cigarettes. You had that smile for which I would have given my life, those kaleidoscope eyes that used to carry me to another galaxy... our galaxy. I never thought that I would write of you because I always write about things that hurt me... and I'd never thought that your love would end in a heartbreak. I didn't want you to be a scar in my soul I wanted you to be some kind of magic cream that would take away oll of the pain. I thought that our love would be eternal, that we would be a "happily forever after" but, darling, I was so ******* wrong, we were just two stupid kids who didn't know anything about love. I always thought that cry for a boy was such a stupid thing, but I cried for over three months and I still cry sometimes. Because You left me alone in the middle of the dark, you took all my light away. I know that it can sound stupid, but I feel broken like if You had punched me really hard in the chest, I cannot breath deeply because it hurts... it really hurts. You are probably having fun with a blonde girl you met a bar, or travelling around the country as you always wanted... and here I am, writing about you, a boy who didn´t love me back anymore, who left me away and moved on. But I don't hate you as I used to do, I really hope that you find someone who can love you with the passion I did, that cares you and protects you from the world. People say that if you fall for a person who writes, you will always live in their writings and I like to think that a part of you, of our love, will always be alive in my soul so I can write about them. Only God knows how much I loved you and how much I still do, but I have to move on and this is my goodbye.

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Jan 18, 2015

Jan 18, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC

saludamorysuerte

Goodbye

The first time I saw you, you were drinking a coffee and smoking, maybe that was a signal that we would never work... I hate cigarettes. You had that smile for which I would have given my life, those kaleidoscope eyes that used to carry me to another galaxy... our galaxy. I never thought that I would write of you because I always write about things that hurt me... and I'd never thought that your love would end in a heartbreak. I didn't want you to be a scar in my soul I wanted you to be some kind of magic cream that would take away oll of the pain. I thought that our love would be eternal, that we would be a "happily forever after" but, darling, I was so ******* wrong, we were just two stupid kids who didn't know anything about love. I always thought that cry for a boy was such a stupid thing, but I cried for over three months and I still cry sometimes. Because You left me alone in the middle of the dark, you took all my light away. I know that it can sound stupid, but I feel broken like if You had punched me really hard in the chest, I cannot breath deeply because it hurts... it really hurts. You are probably having fun with a blonde girl you met a bar, or travelling around the country as you always wanted... and here I am, writing about you, a boy who didn´t love me back anymore, who left me away and moved on. But I don't hate you as I used to do, I really hope that you find someone who can love you with the passion I did, that cares you and protects you from the world. People say that if you fall for a person who writes, you will always live in their writings and I like to think that a part of you, of our love, will always be alive in my soul so I can write about them. Only God knows how much I loved you and how much I still do, but I have to move on and this is my goodbye.

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if it all goes wrong we can all move to Saturn sure, it’s a gas giant, so if that goes wrong we can move to Titan and Enceladus. no angst, no despair, no existential fear and most importantly, no Karens. maybe there are undiscovered frozen glaciers of oreo milkshakes out there in the universe. there are no dead ends, no places you don’t belong in, no absence of a friend. do not be scared of growing up, there are infinite years to spend, just 16 candles, in a universe so vast. good books, moments, coffee blends, conan gray songs, minecraft and games. time is in your hands, clocks don’t melt. oll is well that ends well, we can all always move to Saturn, the universe belongs to you, my friend.

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Apr 12, 2020

Apr 12, 2020 at 4:29 PM UTC

SEDZ

•s•a•t•u•r•n•

if it all goes wrong we can all move to Saturn sure, it’s a gas giant, so if that goes wrong we can move to Titan and Enceladus. no angst, no despair, no existential fear and most importantly, no Karens. maybe there are undiscovered frozen glaciers of oreo milkshakes out there in the universe. there are no dead ends, no places you don’t belong in, no absence of a friend. do not be scared of growing up, there are infinite years to spend, just 16 candles, in a universe so vast. good books, moments, coffee blends, conan gray songs, minecraft and games. time is in your hands, clocks don’t melt. oll is well that ends well, we can all always move to Saturn, the universe belongs to you, my friend.

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