"plic" poems - Hello Poetry

Histina Chrendricks Retices Milericks Bakcwards But none of them Are pereatable in buplic Till trime tavel becomes moccercially alaivable. Can't wait for the piobic Or even just a Touyube plic.

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May 30, 2014

May 30, 2014 at 7:06 AM UTC

david-alexander-jackson

Christina Hendricks First Attempt At Noosperisms

Histina Chrendricks Retices Milericks Bakcwards But none of them Are pereatable in buplic Till trime tavel becomes moccercially alaivable. Can't wait for the piobic Or even just a Touyube plic.

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Shifting shifting Into gear I'm driving without fear Vroom vroom So far I go Where I do not know Chit chat chit chat They all speak Without them I am weak Swirling swirling My Brain is fried I let out and cry Nic NAC nic NAC Give myself a slap I need to take a nap Plic plac ship lac I need a whicky snack For I am not a bat I'm losing my mind It bellows obscenities Can I still follow the rhyme I lost track of time I have no dime ? Save me save me sir mime It makes no sense Too much suspense My body is too tense I want it to stop Please God Let it stop I'm tired It's screaming Tens of voices New ideas So many choices I forget them Before I start them Then I'm off exchanging myself For a new shelf I'm talking I'm dancing I'm cleaning I'm ScrEAMING It's creamy~ Words words They don't add up Help me help me god above Help me help me Ones I love I'm losing my **** I'm losing all of it Am I bipolar Or just ******* nuts I cannot contain my lusts I want it all I want a nap I want to fall And run a lap La la la la lee do da da I sing a little song La la la le do da da I cry a little long La la la le do da da I scream hahahAHAHAHA I am not an Artist~ I am not a talent I am nothing much But leftover lunch Molding and burning In the evening sun My end has begun I am in need of savior No chance with my flavor Throw me away Let me sleep I am a jumbled up mess Trying to count too many sheep Peep peep little one I am insane I took your brain And set it on a plane It'll never return The same You are to blame Who are you Who am I ? Maybe I'll know When I die

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Mar 2, 2022

Mar 2, 2022 at 1:04 AM UTC

HelloDaisies

Bipolar or not

Shifting shifting Into gear I'm driving without fear Vroom vroom So far I go Where I do not know Chit chat chit chat They all speak Without them I am weak Swirling swirling My Brain is fried I let out and cry Nic NAC nic NAC Give myself a slap I need to take a nap Plic plac ship lac I need a whicky snack For I am not a bat I'm losing my mind It bellows obscenities Can I still follow the rhyme I lost track of time I have no dime ? Save me save me sir mime It makes no sense Too much suspense My body is too tense I want it to stop Please God Let it stop I'm tired It's screaming Tens of voices New ideas So many choices I forget them Before I start them Then I'm off exchanging myself For a new shelf I'm talking I'm dancing I'm cleaning I'm ScrEAMING It's creamy~ Words words They don't add up Help me help me god above Help me help me Ones I love I'm losing my **** I'm losing all of it Am I bipolar Or just ******* nuts I cannot contain my lusts I want it all I want a nap I want to fall And run a lap La la la la lee do da da I sing a little song La la la le do da da I cry a little long La la la le do da da I scream hahahAHAHAHA I am not an Artist~ I am not a talent I am nothing much But leftover lunch Molding and burning In the evening sun My end has begun I am in need of savior No chance with my flavor Throw me away Let me sleep I am a jumbled up mess Trying to count too many sheep Peep peep little one I am insane I took your brain And set it on a plane It'll never return The same You are to blame Who are you Who am I ? Maybe I'll know When I die

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Finally the storm comes crashing against my inner walls. The wind howls, like a pack of a thousand wolves thirsty for revenge, for blood, for tender meat to sink their teeth into. Flash - lightnings, black and white dots of an old television, nails scratching on a blackboard, a dry throat, run, girl! Fast! Let all this tangled mess of nerves, confusion, boiling anger and tearing pain stop, let it stop, run! Faster! with the tumtum of your footsteps echoing in your skull like a death march - is it sweet? - with the sweat dipping from your temples, following the curves of your cheeks, impacting - plic - on the soil - *soil? Mud, sticky mud that glues to your feet, to your ankles - is it even raining? Why is everyone shouting why are my ears bleeding the only thing I want is ******* - Silence. On this balcony. With a cigarette in my hand, with Wish You Were Here in the air, with thoughts of you filling my mind. With your voice whispering in my ears you're the most wonderful person I’ve ever known. Silence. With my fingertips tracing the arch of your eyebrow, with my back pressed on the grass. With my hair following the air flow, while I’m riding a stolen bike, while my arms are circling your figure. Silence. Because my heart is quiet when I remember you. When I wasn’t just a reservoir for *** cuddles or warmth, when my aim wasn’t just to support, to soothe, to calm down. Silence. Because I had a value. Because I was a person as a whole, from head to toe, from the very last tip of my blue locks to the smooth white tip of my black Converse. Silence. How I wish you were here.

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Dec 27, 2018

Dec 27, 2018 at 5:47 PM UTC

fra-luthien

Wish You Were Here

Finally the storm comes crashing against my inner walls. The wind howls, like a pack of a thousand wolves thirsty for revenge, for blood, for tender meat to sink their teeth into. Flash - lightnings, black and white dots of an old television, nails scratching on a blackboard, a dry throat, run, girl! Fast! Let all this tangled mess of nerves, confusion, boiling anger and tearing pain stop, let it stop, run! Faster! with the tumtum of your footsteps echoing in your skull like a death march - is it sweet? - with the sweat dipping from your temples, following the curves of your cheeks, impacting - plic - on the soil - *soil? Mud, sticky mud that glues to your feet, to your ankles - is it even raining? Why is everyone shouting why are my ears bleeding the only thing I want is ******* - Silence. On this balcony. With a cigarette in my hand, with Wish You Were Here in the air, with thoughts of you filling my mind. With your voice whispering in my ears you're the most wonderful person I’ve ever known. Silence. With my fingertips tracing the arch of your eyebrow, with my back pressed on the grass. With my hair following the air flow, while I’m riding a stolen bike, while my arms are circling your figure. Silence. Because my heart is quiet when I remember you. When I wasn’t just a reservoir for *** cuddles or warmth, when my aim wasn’t just to support, to soothe, to calm down. Silence. Because I had a value. Because I was a person as a whole, from head to toe, from the very last tip of my blue locks to the smooth white tip of my black Converse. Silence. How I wish you were here.

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