"overboiled" poems - Hello Poetry

I do not want tomorrow to come Today was bad But tomorrow is going to be worse Spilled cups of tea awaits me Overboiled milk is just around the corner Burnt eggs, papercuts, hitted pinky toes All the small misfortunes That make my life unbearable One over another, One over another, One over another, Heavy piles of obsticles Burden my shoulders But all this is just in my head.

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Apr 10, 2016

Apr 10, 2016 at 1:34 AM UTC

tuturututoo

pinky toes

I do not want tomorrow to come Today was bad But tomorrow is going to be worse Spilled cups of tea awaits me Overboiled milk is just around the corner Burnt eggs, papercuts, hitted pinky toes All the small misfortunes That make my life unbearable One over another, One over another, One over another, Heavy piles of obsticles Burden my shoulders But all this is just in my head.

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What if years after the butterflies, and after the fire and ash has settled there is nothing but the pooling of guts. The detritus that lies smitten with various bacterial lineages, and a hot ooze that overboiled from the seams of your heart now are being slowly engulfed; Mesmerised by the steady beats and thumps, the fissioning crowd wells in awe, clawing, a cacophony of enzymes heaving toward the heavy membrane. Swell; where trichogramma turns to ask the orchid floating among the horizon: what do parasites contribute to an ecosystem? Perhaps the cumulative swarm of such chemically catalytic beasts, towering, twisting, spitting emulate the acute plasmic oxygenation of a flame. A perhaps. Such are perhaps.

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Mar 8, 2020

Mar 8, 2020 at 5:06 AM UTC

colin-makgill

Blackberry Picking

What if years after the butterflies, and after the fire and ash has settled there is nothing but the pooling of guts. The detritus that lies smitten with various bacterial lineages, and a hot ooze that overboiled from the seams of your heart now are being slowly engulfed; Mesmerised by the steady beats and thumps, the fissioning crowd wells in awe, clawing, a cacophony of enzymes heaving toward the heavy membrane. Swell; where trichogramma turns to ask the orchid floating among the horizon: what do parasites contribute to an ecosystem? Perhaps the cumulative swarm of such chemically catalytic beasts, towering, twisting, spitting emulate the acute plasmic oxygenation of a flame. A perhaps. Such are perhaps.

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bubble bubble she boils over, the hiss of the water hitting a scalding hot *** it burns just the same as the matches on her inner thigh that burned holes oh so long ago. buzz buzz just static in her head. some call her an overboiled *** or a broken tv either way, she's useless to me

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Nov 13, 2016

Nov 13, 2016 at 12:33 PM UTC

amanda-12

worthless baby sister

bubble bubble she boils over, the hiss of the water hitting a scalding hot *** it burns just the same as the matches on her inner thigh that burned holes oh so long ago. buzz buzz just static in her head. some call her an overboiled *** or a broken tv either way, she's useless to me

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“I would rather be a pessimist who wears optimistic underwear - French knickers, please, in rose-pink satin; Than a greyscale optimist wearing overboiled cotton."

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Apr 6, 2019

Apr 6, 2019 at 2:10 AM UTC

annh

Something Hollywood Might Have Said I

“I would rather be a pessimist who wears optimistic underwear - French knickers, please, in rose-pink satin; Than a greyscale optimist wearing overboiled cotton."

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