"ralphing" poems - Hello Poetry

There's something about walking into an empty house that puts my mind at peace. Instead of a spouse, there is a fan flowing on 1,2,3 beats. Oscillating, turn-tabling, air stagnant like frozen meat. Simile. smile, Haha...it's supposed to be funny. It was yummy 'till he started Ralphing over the balcony. But, his name is Anthony I don't care. He can't fall asleep here and he won't be driving. The music is cacophony Turn the music down for the homie! The silence is so sweet. Stumbling into the back car seat. Oh ef Wolf Ge Stop lights switch with the beat. Obsolete keys scratch the lock; He's in the hot seat Walking a few blocks to his homecoming.

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May 6, 2013

May 6, 2013 at 5:11 AM UTC

timothy-brown

Metaphorically

There's something about walking into an empty house that puts my mind at peace. Instead of a spouse, there is a fan flowing on 1,2,3 beats. Oscillating, turn-tabling, air stagnant like frozen meat. Simile. smile, Haha...it's supposed to be funny. It was yummy 'till he started Ralphing over the balcony. But, his name is Anthony I don't care. He can't fall asleep here and he won't be driving. The music is cacophony Turn the music down for the homie! The silence is so sweet. Stumbling into the back car seat. Oh ef Wolf Ge Stop lights switch with the beat. Obsolete keys scratch the lock; He's in the hot seat Walking a few blocks to his homecoming.

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I don't know where to start... I feel plane infinite points traced around my brain. Many ticks ***** injustice migraines Right now I wanna vent on hot air blimps self proclaimed pimps till my tongue twists limp or turn a loaded gun on immature mutual funds my grain is rough and I've grown bitter an tough my mind metal is scuffed I Dizzied my Gills be cheeks blowin up guts what happened to the wonderful world musta been the Tea.. now I'm Ralphing up Chucks high society in memory it used to be where I wanted to be Visa Via English living was the life for me guess I'd traded up for some Hot **** reaL-It-Tea I think I've had enough guess I stuffed and over fluffed had too much empty v (MTV) sipping on that 4 twin Tea Now I gotta V! I vibrate so viciously I violate all variations of conform Ahh!, Tea Been too long slipping on and spilt ma Chi

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Aug 12, 2015

Aug 12, 2015 at 8:57 PM UTC

TheSethnicity

Excerpt from "Too Long Tea"

I don't know where to start... I feel plane infinite points traced around my brain. Many ticks ***** injustice migraines Right now I wanna vent on hot air blimps self proclaimed pimps till my tongue twists limp or turn a loaded gun on immature mutual funds my grain is rough and I've grown bitter an tough my mind metal is scuffed I Dizzied my Gills be cheeks blowin up guts what happened to the wonderful world musta been the Tea.. now I'm Ralphing up Chucks high society in memory it used to be where I wanted to be Visa Via English living was the life for me guess I'd traded up for some Hot **** reaL-It-Tea I think I've had enough guess I stuffed and over fluffed had too much empty v (MTV) sipping on that 4 twin Tea Now I gotta V! I vibrate so viciously I violate all variations of conform Ahh!, Tea Been too long slipping on and spilt ma Chi

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There was one a seed inside of me, it was abstract and flimsy at first. It is now the size of your left nut, I can feel it protruding through my gut. The maid is in the bathroom, cleaning up my remains from ralphing earlier. The ******* was thick, chunky from the omelet I'd eaten earlier. I thought I'd stored my brain chemicals away better than that. That, that once was a lousy piece of seed inside my cumbersome belly due to the ashes you left in my mouth yesterday. Chewing on fiberglass, glad we're passed that. Not too long ago I always felt like the elephant in the room. I was the octopus squirting slippery blue... liquid from my eyes, my laugh and words contorted to form my broken leg feeling of dangled care out the window. The wind blew my hysterical scene away, that, time, and the suppliers of the missing balance in the chemistry of my mind. My feelings towards these events are slowly unravelling themselves and soaring away like the lost feathers in my metallic bore smelling place of sleep.

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Nov 19, 2014

Nov 19, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC

samantha-rose-bowman

The Elephant That Holds Contorted Fiberglass

There was one a seed inside of me, it was abstract and flimsy at first. It is now the size of your left nut, I can feel it protruding through my gut. The maid is in the bathroom, cleaning up my remains from ralphing earlier. The ******* was thick, chunky from the omelet I'd eaten earlier. I thought I'd stored my brain chemicals away better than that. That, that once was a lousy piece of seed inside my cumbersome belly due to the ashes you left in my mouth yesterday. Chewing on fiberglass, glad we're passed that. Not too long ago I always felt like the elephant in the room. I was the octopus squirting slippery blue... liquid from my eyes, my laugh and words contorted to form my broken leg feeling of dangled care out the window. The wind blew my hysterical scene away, that, time, and the suppliers of the missing balance in the chemistry of my mind. My feelings towards these events are slowly unravelling themselves and soaring away like the lost feathers in my metallic bore smelling place of sleep.

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