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I really do have a friend who is jealous of me kinda like that ***** my dad is with. She says she hates what I write and I write long poems Wish she would keep her stupid opinions to herself. I'm 18 and she killed my liking to write off the internet long poem with big words us teens like to us a lot. Thanks for ruining my love for writing my feelings! Read a poem about Poorly poeticized perspectives saying mean things about poems like the ones I used to write to myself. All you can do is criticize but you need to learn to spell.

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Dec 5, 2013

Dec 5, 2013 at 4:00 AM UTC

nadia-4

nothing wrong in my using big words

I really do have a friend who is jealous of me kinda like that ***** my dad is with. She says she hates what I write and I write long poems Wish she would keep her stupid opinions to herself. I'm 18 and she killed my liking to write off the internet long poem with big words us teens like to us a lot. Thanks for ruining my love for writing my feelings! Read a poem about Poorly poeticized perspectives saying mean things about poems like the ones I used to write to myself. All you can do is criticize but you need to learn to spell.

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Harambe the inquisitive Self Harambe the mangy dog Harambe the broken Spirit Harambe whose bones are my altar, scepter Harambe who in his jailhouse did rock Harambe whose name is communal labor Harambe who stared into clear blank eyes and intuited the nature of the Soul Harambe because Blake Harambe because Hattie Carroll Harambe because Truth in unintelligible letters, bleak Harambe because big black bullets pointed your way Harambe because Et tu, Brute? Harambe who constructed mental labyrinths out of paradise Harambe who was half divine Harambe who was half Man Harambe who was full Anima Mundi Harambe who was aped by the lollygagging necks and stiff roboticism of the masses Harambe who was memed within an inch of his exhumed life Harambe who was politicized Harambe who was poeticized, needlessly Harambe who stared down a Cincinnati sunrise just once upon arrival Harambe who could not take it Harambe who stayed inside all day Harambe who was struck by the immensity of small broken objects (especially children) Harambe who could not fathom my poetry, but wrote it all the same Harambe who did not die in vain Harambe whose voice will never taste his country Harambe who no amount of ***** held out will return his stagnant soul to his body again

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Feb 24, 2017

Feb 24, 2017 at 3:59 PM UTC

Droog

Harambe; or, The Ape

Harambe the inquisitive Self Harambe the mangy dog Harambe the broken Spirit Harambe whose bones are my altar, scepter Harambe who in his jailhouse did rock Harambe whose name is communal labor Harambe who stared into clear blank eyes and intuited the nature of the Soul Harambe because Blake Harambe because Hattie Carroll Harambe because Truth in unintelligible letters, bleak Harambe because big black bullets pointed your way Harambe because Et tu, Brute? Harambe who constructed mental labyrinths out of paradise Harambe who was half divine Harambe who was half Man Harambe who was full Anima Mundi Harambe who was aped by the lollygagging necks and stiff roboticism of the masses Harambe who was memed within an inch of his exhumed life Harambe who was politicized Harambe who was poeticized, needlessly Harambe who stared down a Cincinnati sunrise just once upon arrival Harambe who could not take it Harambe who stayed inside all day Harambe who was struck by the immensity of small broken objects (especially children) Harambe who could not fathom my poetry, but wrote it all the same Harambe who did not die in vain Harambe whose voice will never taste his country Harambe who no amount of ***** held out will return his stagnant soul to his body again

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I am more than a tiny bit surprised At just how deeply ****** off I am. I feel used and abused so strongly As if I fell for some complicated scam. The issue is that I never fell for it Not for a single, half-witted moment. I never asked for, and worked very hard To avoid the backlash from this foment. I shared, and wrote and poeticized it; This deep disgust and abject fear That we would witness an apocalypse At the end of this **** frightening year. I feel like the four horsemen, together Have run right over my screaming body And left a puppet government in place That is at once illegal, evil and shoddy. The country that has boasted for years That we are the home of the free and brave Has been battered with bigotry so badly I fear there may be precious little to save. People are being programmed out of life With nothing like human rights remaining. They are ******* on us all, my friends And want us all to believe it is raining. We have totally untrained people set up With their hands on the buttons of war. We have people heading up our ministries. That don’t know what their agencies are for. They make it obvious that they hate us If we can’t give them a few million bucks. That means all that free and brave stuff Is gone for now and we’re all out of luck. Our leaders sell counterfeit-Rolexy laws On a national unprecedented scale. And then they plan to increase the taxes So, they get more from each and every sale. And sadly what it means is that we are Too few of us are really worth our salt. We’ve sold our souls to human devils And this disaster is completely our fault.

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Dec 30, 2017

Dec 30, 2017 at 8:37 PM UTC

brent-kincaid

DIOGENES 2017

I am more than a tiny bit surprised At just how deeply ****** off I am. I feel used and abused so strongly As if I fell for some complicated scam. The issue is that I never fell for it Not for a single, half-witted moment. I never asked for, and worked very hard To avoid the backlash from this foment. I shared, and wrote and poeticized it; This deep disgust and abject fear That we would witness an apocalypse At the end of this **** frightening year. I feel like the four horsemen, together Have run right over my screaming body And left a puppet government in place That is at once illegal, evil and shoddy. The country that has boasted for years That we are the home of the free and brave Has been battered with bigotry so badly I fear there may be precious little to save. People are being programmed out of life With nothing like human rights remaining. They are ******* on us all, my friends And want us all to believe it is raining. We have totally untrained people set up With their hands on the buttons of war. We have people heading up our ministries. That don’t know what their agencies are for. They make it obvious that they hate us If we can’t give them a few million bucks. That means all that free and brave stuff Is gone for now and we’re all out of luck. Our leaders sell counterfeit-Rolexy laws On a national unprecedented scale. And then they plan to increase the taxes So, they get more from each and every sale. And sadly what it means is that we are Too few of us are really worth our salt. We’ve sold our souls to human devils And this disaster is completely our fault.

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Dance with the devil with two chicken feet, spilled beans pills reeking of sin, braided veins, clenching fists, the Lord is my shepherd when I'm the sheep, manifesting brethren and manifestos of governments, depopulation of educated slaves, drink from the cup that defines your worth, ***** lips, thoughts in braille, diabetic oldies and cabbages, dead fetuses and tomatoes, manhood and eggplants, sterile women eating omelets, abandoned kids eating goat meat, buried underneath slubs, subscribe to the notifications of corrupted media, mutating phobias, the feared is the victim. Poets and marijuana, writers' block and emotionless poems, ******** eating molds, fungus and bacteria foams. Hide righteousness in a cloak, dangling nerves have strangled our generation!!! Club Controller; Boom bap, *** shaking, wombs filled with ghosts of babies, Ovaries now main ingredients for corporate omelets. Adam and Eve, the dominant and the submissive, Bitten forbidden fruit on Apple logos. Artificial intelligence, human negligence, mummified peasants, death is proud of its workspace. Institutions judging black ops as being too rebellious for success, stores selling tumours and diabetes symptoms. Atheists and theists fighting in poetry pieces. Innocent citizens dodging bullets whilst diving into graves, mortuary polluted with the smell of corpses with gunpowder in small spaces. Free our souls, stop polishing the chains that shackle us, remove handcuffs that have extended to our throats whilst we dangle from Amarula branches. Deceived intellectuals, searching for Nirvana in cannabis trips, mocking poetry, seeing Shakespeare as a founding father. Deception poeticized, corruption politicized! The truth is my artery, wisdom is my capillary, poetry is the hidden mos code in my fingerprints. Poetry is the stem to ascend truth into the human language, use it for no social media whilst marketing for likes!!!

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Apr 8, 2018

Apr 8, 2018 at 6:16 AM UTC

Philosophisticater

Smiling Coffins

Dance with the devil with two chicken feet, spilled beans pills reeking of sin, braided veins, clenching fists, the Lord is my shepherd when I'm the sheep, manifesting brethren and manifestos of governments, depopulation of educated slaves, drink from the cup that defines your worth, ***** lips, thoughts in braille, diabetic oldies and cabbages, dead fetuses and tomatoes, manhood and eggplants, sterile women eating omelets, abandoned kids eating goat meat, buried underneath slubs, subscribe to the notifications of corrupted media, mutating phobias, the feared is the victim. Poets and marijuana, writers' block and emotionless poems, ******** eating molds, fungus and bacteria foams. Hide righteousness in a cloak, dangling nerves have strangled our generation!!! Club Controller; Boom bap, *** shaking, wombs filled with ghosts of babies, Ovaries now main ingredients for corporate omelets. Adam and Eve, the dominant and the submissive, Bitten forbidden fruit on Apple logos. Artificial intelligence, human negligence, mummified peasants, death is proud of its workspace. Institutions judging black ops as being too rebellious for success, stores selling tumours and diabetes symptoms. Atheists and theists fighting in poetry pieces. Innocent citizens dodging bullets whilst diving into graves, mortuary polluted with the smell of corpses with gunpowder in small spaces. Free our souls, stop polishing the chains that shackle us, remove handcuffs that have extended to our throats whilst we dangle from Amarula branches. Deceived intellectuals, searching for Nirvana in cannabis trips, mocking poetry, seeing Shakespeare as a founding father. Deception poeticized, corruption politicized! The truth is my artery, wisdom is my capillary, poetry is the hidden mos code in my fingerprints. Poetry is the stem to ascend truth into the human language, use it for no social media whilst marketing for likes!!!

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