"paniced" poems - Hello Poetry

I woke up In a dark place With four goats around me Dancing. The dance was demonic Satanic Hallucinogenic Static. They moved Yet stayed in place They sang demonic tunes Yet did not open their mouth. I paniced Screamed Shivered and finally ran. I kicked one and it Unfolded Exploded Into butterflies. The other goats burst and shaped Defaced Recombobulated A man. The man had a mask of Clay My fist felt the clay The clay felt my fist. The mask Shattered Corroded Disintegrated. I saw fear I saw dismay I saw dread I saw me. He spoke "Pathetic" "Disgusting" "I'm you? How cliche?". I shook I saw crows I burst to butterflies The crows ate me. I was on the floor I overdosed I ****** up I should do this again.

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Mar 15, 2016

Mar 15, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC

fayezb

The Goats Dance

I woke up In a dark place With four goats around me Dancing. The dance was demonic Satanic Hallucinogenic Static. They moved Yet stayed in place They sang demonic tunes Yet did not open their mouth. I paniced Screamed Shivered and finally ran. I kicked one and it Unfolded Exploded Into butterflies. The other goats burst and shaped Defaced Recombobulated A man. The man had a mask of Clay My fist felt the clay The clay felt my fist. The mask Shattered Corroded Disintegrated. I saw fear I saw dismay I saw dread I saw me. He spoke "Pathetic" "Disgusting" "I'm you? How cliche?". I shook I saw crows I burst to butterflies The crows ate me. I was on the floor I overdosed I ****** up I should do this again.

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It is time to change the way things are, scratch that smell from our noses, like **** in a bottle chucked out the window while going 90, The free fall fogs up the glasses on a blushed face, 40oz till we down the sound of crying, Lie across the ocean Lie across the land Send truth over and watch it slip through the cracks, Breached news of frustration calls "Canada is coming, what the **** is America doing," We do our best to travel against all odds, piloting a spoon made of silver into a greedy pocket originally meant to feed those eating mud pie, baking in an ever dying sun as fish float up to the surface, Choking down the salt water to avoid drill, give them a gun instead, it will protect our false memories and concocted purpose, This was paid for by ink soaked bones working in minimum oxygen to the brain, featured on rolls of film stripping off clothes covered in lust, Taking hold of a crowd with merely this voice, conducting an audience with bed knobs and broomsticks, rhythmically grinding the **** awry, taste this sun from the lips of a fairy, mystical or not we were there to receive, Open our hearts via chaos trained messages, massaging back pains to the point of tears, electromagnetism therapy causing the lights around the dance floor to flicker, moving at incomprehensible speeds relating colors between points B to Z, On numbered grids the scale is curved to fit the description of another one biting the dust, And as we finally rest on cold stones the Panic sets in.

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Jul 3, 2017

Jul 3, 2017 at 3:30 PM UTC

kyle-madill-baker

Paniced theory

It is time to change the way things are, scratch that smell from our noses, like **** in a bottle chucked out the window while going 90, The free fall fogs up the glasses on a blushed face, 40oz till we down the sound of crying, Lie across the ocean Lie across the land Send truth over and watch it slip through the cracks, Breached news of frustration calls "Canada is coming, what the **** is America doing," We do our best to travel against all odds, piloting a spoon made of silver into a greedy pocket originally meant to feed those eating mud pie, baking in an ever dying sun as fish float up to the surface, Choking down the salt water to avoid drill, give them a gun instead, it will protect our false memories and concocted purpose, This was paid for by ink soaked bones working in minimum oxygen to the brain, featured on rolls of film stripping off clothes covered in lust, Taking hold of a crowd with merely this voice, conducting an audience with bed knobs and broomsticks, rhythmically grinding the **** awry, taste this sun from the lips of a fairy, mystical or not we were there to receive, Open our hearts via chaos trained messages, massaging back pains to the point of tears, electromagnetism therapy causing the lights around the dance floor to flicker, moving at incomprehensible speeds relating colors between points B to Z, On numbered grids the scale is curved to fit the description of another one biting the dust, And as we finally rest on cold stones the Panic sets in.

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walkin down the street an ole wino hangin on to the bus stop sign to keep from fallin down "what a sight!" i mutter to myself then "judge not that ye be not judged" comes from somewheres else so i ...up to him "you o.k. .........bro?" "no!...no...!! i left my heart pills at home! i got to get home! just got out from surgery only yesterday!" "well now" says i to myself i am a fool, such a fool" but.......no cab in sight and i in such paniced fear we sit down on a bench i take hold of his hand like GROSS ELECTRICITY his death comes shooting right thru me he and i are one only one fate i try to meditate can hardly even breath he and i are one dying body complete but then the feelings calm the breathing starts to ease i look into his eyes he smiles back at me "i.m ok now " he says "a cab'll take me home" "maybe" says i "you shouldnt go alone" he says "i'm fine.....and by the by thank you for my life" finally.........i say "DID THAT HAPPEN WHAT I THINK HAPPENED?" "yep," he says a cab comes....he waves and is gone i turn and go wandering down the street

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Aug 3, 2010

Aug 3, 2010 at 5:17 PM UTC

jeffrey-robin

incident on 5th avenue

walkin down the street an ole wino hangin on to the bus stop sign to keep from fallin down "what a sight!" i mutter to myself then "judge not that ye be not judged" comes from somewheres else so i ...up to him "you o.k. .........bro?" "no!...no...!! i left my heart pills at home! i got to get home! just got out from surgery only yesterday!" "well now" says i to myself i am a fool, such a fool" but.......no cab in sight and i in such paniced fear we sit down on a bench i take hold of his hand like GROSS ELECTRICITY his death comes shooting right thru me he and i are one only one fate i try to meditate can hardly even breath he and i are one dying body complete but then the feelings calm the breathing starts to ease i look into his eyes he smiles back at me "i.m ok now " he says "a cab'll take me home" "maybe" says i "you shouldnt go alone" he says "i'm fine.....and by the by thank you for my life" finally.........i say "DID THAT HAPPEN WHAT I THINK HAPPENED?" "yep," he says a cab comes....he waves and is gone i turn and go wandering down the street

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crunch opps directions say swallow are you kidding me? Cannot work fast enough I have swallowed enough **** paniced I cannot wait **** swallowing I am dying here crunch

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Nov 23, 2013

Nov 23, 2013 at 7:28 PM UTC

miss-kiss-my-bliss

xanfast

crunch opps directions say swallow are you kidding me? Cannot work fast enough I have swallowed enough **** paniced I cannot wait **** swallowing I am dying here crunch

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Here I sit, with a long face Waiting for your urgent call You hung up on me, last time Don't know what's wrong A callback message pops-in Your phone is out of reach Fear grips me from within The network seems at glitch Finally, the door bell rings And I rush to answer it There you were, blank faced Not wanting to rest and sit You paniced as you talked One of us was surely dead In the past weeks accident But I claimed alive instead None of us wanted to believe That we parted from each other Both of us broke into tears And I realised, I was another I didn't survive the wrath In his arms, I lay dead A change of expression hit me hard I left him helpless and sad I would never wait for a call As I am leaving your side forever My death has created a wall Please don't forget me, ever... ©sim

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Aug 9, 2017

Aug 9, 2017 at 11:34 PM UTC

Seema

Forget Me Not

Here I sit, with a long face Waiting for your urgent call You hung up on me, last time Don't know what's wrong A callback message pops-in Your phone is out of reach Fear grips me from within The network seems at glitch Finally, the door bell rings And I rush to answer it There you were, blank faced Not wanting to rest and sit You paniced as you talked One of us was surely dead In the past weeks accident But I claimed alive instead None of us wanted to believe That we parted from each other Both of us broke into tears And I realised, I was another I didn't survive the wrath In his arms, I lay dead A change of expression hit me hard I left him helpless and sad I would never wait for a call As I am leaving your side forever My death has created a wall Please don't forget me, ever... ©sim

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It was all so perfect, There we went, driving along, Around a glittering town on a september eve, The city lights and the stars shine off the lake, The wind blowing in my face, As we cut through the country, Laughing and talking, on and on, Everything is so natural and soft, Your hand brushes my arm, A tickle that I have dearly missed, Your skin is softer than silk, And your scent wafts around my head, There are crickets and frogs, Singing their choruses of love, The world around us seems to fade, And we are alone in our space, Effortlessly, I spill my soul to you, You talk sense, and say what I need to hear, Your words are gold and alabaster, Soft, smooth, and elegant, I sigh, as I let go of my stress, "Finally.." I think to myself, As I realise the weight I've been carrying, And on the wind I hear a sound, My eyes flash open wide, As I realise whats happening, I'm helpless to stop it or hang on, The alarm in the distance grows, You look at me as paniced as I must be, "Wait, no, What's happening to me!" Bits fade, and pieces disappear, I hang my head but the tears can't come, As my alarm gets louder and louder, As I'm dragged back into this hell again, ... I roll over and punch the bed, I HATE your beautiful memory.

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Sep 16, 2023

Sep 16, 2023 at 10:23 PM UTC

jacob-eirschele

Living Memories

It was all so perfect, There we went, driving along, Around a glittering town on a september eve, The city lights and the stars shine off the lake, The wind blowing in my face, As we cut through the country, Laughing and talking, on and on, Everything is so natural and soft, Your hand brushes my arm, A tickle that I have dearly missed, Your skin is softer than silk, And your scent wafts around my head, There are crickets and frogs, Singing their choruses of love, The world around us seems to fade, And we are alone in our space, Effortlessly, I spill my soul to you, You talk sense, and say what I need to hear, Your words are gold and alabaster, Soft, smooth, and elegant, I sigh, as I let go of my stress, "Finally.." I think to myself, As I realise the weight I've been carrying, And on the wind I hear a sound, My eyes flash open wide, As I realise whats happening, I'm helpless to stop it or hang on, The alarm in the distance grows, You look at me as paniced as I must be, "Wait, no, What's happening to me!" Bits fade, and pieces disappear, I hang my head but the tears can't come, As my alarm gets louder and louder, As I'm dragged back into this hell again, ... I roll over and punch the bed, I HATE your beautiful memory.

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