"outted" poems - Hello Poetry

guilt me like a cancer manipulate me like a taurus if i was the first verse, you’d skip to the chorus i tape glue and sew but you’re the one who tore us ripped me into pieces and i made myself something new i recognized myself you’re lost not knowing what to do play dumb like a pisces and lash out like a scorpio if you’d give me up for anything it would be half an oreo maybe four quarters or a dollar but you could never change had a heart for everyone but i was never in your range impulsive like an aires confusing like a gemini you my day 1 and i love you turns into there cant be a you and i you “never wanna make me cry” but can never keep your **** dry eyes red like im high you “never want to say goodbye” but the second things dont go your way you fly but you could never be the bad guy? act out like a capricorn stubborn like a leo how you beat yourself up but wanna be everyones hero? your double life is really a triple i should call you trio if ‘paid in full’ was my life you would be rico how my own girl crossed me? then made it my fault that she lost me? then told everyone she tossed me? don’t care like aquarius outted me like a libra you beat around the bush when i made it black and white like a zebra how i told you tell me the truth and you made up a story you cant lie on someone who loves you and bask in glory i paved the way for you and you act lost like dory and i still found you careless like sagittarius critic like a virgo how you tell me to “never leave” but you go? how you use the water you drained me of to grow you’re not who your instagram shows i see through you, commando you cant flex on me if you know what i know

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May 5, 2019

May 5, 2019 at 12:51 AM UTC

smithnwesson

z0d1ac

guilt me like a cancer manipulate me like a taurus if i was the first verse, you’d skip to the chorus i tape glue and sew but you’re the one who tore us ripped me into pieces and i made myself something new i recognized myself you’re lost not knowing what to do play dumb like a pisces and lash out like a scorpio if you’d give me up for anything it would be half an oreo maybe four quarters or a dollar but you could never change had a heart for everyone but i was never in your range impulsive like an aires confusing like a gemini you my day 1 and i love you turns into there cant be a you and i you “never wanna make me cry” but can never keep your **** dry eyes red like im high you “never want to say goodbye” but the second things dont go your way you fly but you could never be the bad guy? act out like a capricorn stubborn like a leo how you beat yourself up but wanna be everyones hero? your double life is really a triple i should call you trio if ‘paid in full’ was my life you would be rico how my own girl crossed me? then made it my fault that she lost me? then told everyone she tossed me? don’t care like aquarius outted me like a libra you beat around the bush when i made it black and white like a zebra how i told you tell me the truth and you made up a story you cant lie on someone who loves you and bask in glory i paved the way for you and you act lost like dory and i still found you careless like sagittarius critic like a virgo how you tell me to “never leave” but you go? how you use the water you drained me of to grow you’re not who your instagram shows i see through you, commando you cant flex on me if you know what i know

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It hides, hoping not to be seen Preys on the innocent life No one can tell it has been It cuts into you like a knife Secrets are kept from you What others fear to tell You want to hear what is true Because you have been to Hell They make friends into enemies Because no one likes to say Finding out, the soul empties The coldness never goes away Why did they not tell you from the start And keep what they knew to themselves It would have stopped a knife to the heart It would have released hidden jars from the shelves The wolf would have been outted long ago Then this shiver would not run down my spine I feel like I was the last one to know If only someone had given me the sign So let us put an end to wars that never should be Let that wolf in sheeps clothing be exposed Join as we were before, a friend and ally Let this knowledge you share be imposed The truth needs to be heard, to be shared Because the rest of us will listen, will hark Let the ****** be seen, let it be scared Shine light on that kept in the dark

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Oct 25, 2010

Oct 25, 2010 at 9:08 PM UTC

Darkpoetsoul

328: Wolf In Sheeps Clothing

It hides, hoping not to be seen Preys on the innocent life No one can tell it has been It cuts into you like a knife Secrets are kept from you What others fear to tell You want to hear what is true Because you have been to Hell They make friends into enemies Because no one likes to say Finding out, the soul empties The coldness never goes away Why did they not tell you from the start And keep what they knew to themselves It would have stopped a knife to the heart It would have released hidden jars from the shelves The wolf would have been outted long ago Then this shiver would not run down my spine I feel like I was the last one to know If only someone had given me the sign So let us put an end to wars that never should be Let that wolf in sheeps clothing be exposed Join as we were before, a friend and ally Let this knowledge you share be imposed The truth needs to be heard, to be shared Because the rest of us will listen, will hark Let the ****** be seen, let it be scared Shine light on that kept in the dark

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and the sweat lingers with a thin film of dust, dirt, mold -- whichever what have you. what little hydration left of this soft fleshy vessel seeps through this veil. creating rivers of mud that flood the eyes and blind. though hue of general existence if silh- outted. and we follow the sou- nds hoped spoke on the proper path. shambling the brush, ankles caught tight in the thorns of the undergrowth. never a first in leaving a blooded footpath home. and false words call us upon a path in Life long returned to Nature from man. and with blin- ded eyes and gnarled sense, trouncing the threshold of door long closed, fearing only the chance of having all ended. the Ocean's desert is nothing but the sweat of Man's ages' turned to dust. ended of a vessel when purpose has seen fulfillment. to nurture, and bring forth perpetuation of the curious disappeared mysteries resting unburdened, with ponde- ring left nulled. and recreation, re-mythologizing aeons not long past. only a couple thousand since the last hoarfrost blast.

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Jul 8, 2013

Jul 8, 2013 at 9:58 PM UTC

townsendfm

summer sweating pt. 3

and the sweat lingers with a thin film of dust, dirt, mold -- whichever what have you. what little hydration left of this soft fleshy vessel seeps through this veil. creating rivers of mud that flood the eyes and blind. though hue of general existence if silh- outted. and we follow the sou- nds hoped spoke on the proper path. shambling the brush, ankles caught tight in the thorns of the undergrowth. never a first in leaving a blooded footpath home. and false words call us upon a path in Life long returned to Nature from man. and with blin- ded eyes and gnarled sense, trouncing the threshold of door long closed, fearing only the chance of having all ended. the Ocean's desert is nothing but the sweat of Man's ages' turned to dust. ended of a vessel when purpose has seen fulfillment. to nurture, and bring forth perpetuation of the curious disappeared mysteries resting unburdened, with ponde- ring left nulled. and recreation, re-mythologizing aeons not long past. only a couple thousand since the last hoarfrost blast.

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"Make yourself at home," I said. and as I said, you did. You made me home - haven to you, and your home, I did become. You brought me life, I gave you rest. You provided excitement, and found comfort in me. I was your home, and you, my resident until the circumstances changed. You up-and-outted; moved right out and left me here, behind. Leaving unwanted objects - useless things - and a restless state of mind. You left to choose a different home, greater than my kind; and left me here with a sign: FOR SALE empty and abandoned.

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Dec 30, 2012

Dec 30, 2012 at 3:37 AM UTC

yejin-lim

Moving Out

"Make yourself at home," I said. and as I said, you did. You made me home - haven to you, and your home, I did become. You brought me life, I gave you rest. You provided excitement, and found comfort in me. I was your home, and you, my resident until the circumstances changed. You up-and-outted; moved right out and left me here, behind. Leaving unwanted objects - useless things - and a restless state of mind. You left to choose a different home, greater than my kind; and left me here with a sign: FOR SALE empty and abandoned.

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