"revalue" poems - Hello Poetry

I don't mind Sir. Fascist Police, when he's knocking on my door. As long as he's not mean to me, I'll blow him, for sure. I know he thumps the other kids, on their maroon-bruised heads, but police man, he brings treats to me, so I'm not gonna tell. Mama, mama, mama, mama, he poked me! Mama, mama, mama, mama, he poked me! Mama, mama, mama, mama, he poked me! Mama, why's he so mean? My best friend, she's such a ***** she calls me slutty names. I tell her I don't like it much, but she just feels no shame. Late last night we went out, true to our glossy, lipglossed glory, and as the eve proceeds, plot thickens, **** gets gorey. She gets and I get drunk and we both weep, boyish-looking monsters try to **** with me. And as he bends me over in the parking lot, Annie smirks at me, smokes another joint. I don't mind my apathy, at least it keeps me calm. I'm content with this lifestyle, my death rate is at a crawl. And sure I'll get some panics when life don't work out the way that I want. But the I'll pop some Prozacs, guess I'm happy after all. This changes nothing, so don't thank me. We'll wake in the morning, with thoughts in our heads. Revalue our lives for five or six minutes and then forget.

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May 17, 2013

May 17, 2013 at 9:49 AM UTC

e-alm

This changes nothing

I don't mind Sir. Fascist Police, when he's knocking on my door. As long as he's not mean to me, I'll blow him, for sure. I know he thumps the other kids, on their maroon-bruised heads, but police man, he brings treats to me, so I'm not gonna tell. Mama, mama, mama, mama, he poked me! Mama, mama, mama, mama, he poked me! Mama, mama, mama, mama, he poked me! Mama, why's he so mean? My best friend, she's such a ***** she calls me slutty names. I tell her I don't like it much, but she just feels no shame. Late last night we went out, true to our glossy, lipglossed glory, and as the eve proceeds, plot thickens, **** gets gorey. She gets and I get drunk and we both weep, boyish-looking monsters try to **** with me. And as he bends me over in the parking lot, Annie smirks at me, smokes another joint. I don't mind my apathy, at least it keeps me calm. I'm content with this lifestyle, my death rate is at a crawl. And sure I'll get some panics when life don't work out the way that I want. But the I'll pop some Prozacs, guess I'm happy after all. This changes nothing, so don't thank me. We'll wake in the morning, with thoughts in our heads. Revalue our lives for five or six minutes and then forget.

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Fifty years a-growing with my pigtailed friend I was frogs and snails and she was sugar and spice Attraction of tortoise petting a perfect way to diet Red-faced, tongue-tied, secret Confirmation admirer Nucleus beauty besotted beard route to romance Coffee and gooseberries companionship cooking Chicken and almonds the way to this man's heart Townley Hall first loving to closeness ever after Tented separation in Mweenish was chilly silliness Yellow bikini starvation Brighton beach memories Sneaking bedroom cuddles in Westone wedding Graduated to Beaufield dinners and Blue Nun Parents fret about their two kids with two kids Life challenges met in the riches of poverty Grateful when God's surprising Gift was given Altogether life more balanced and beautiful Entrepreneurial pride of parents flying high The stars of sons the brightest in the sky The workaday challenges a learning lesson Lunch in Powerscourt the pleasure of poverty We fly and we fall but catch each other every day In heaven at last in the castle of our dreams "Ticks all the boxes" of my blonde beauty Perfect harmony a Gateway to perfect storm Togetherness triumphs over taxman trials Best times ever as we conquer the world Olympic pride and gradual OU degrees Make sunburst of pride as we grow Icarus-like flight forgiven not forgotten Revalue every "for granted" magic moment "I want to grow old with you" wish and fear Strength stronger than stupidity and stuff In fear and loneliness I see fire and I see rain I see sunny days now that we are one again.

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Mar 6, 2014

Mar 6, 2014 at 5:32 AM UTC

ian-beckett

Fire and Rain

Fifty years a-growing with my pigtailed friend I was frogs and snails and she was sugar and spice Attraction of tortoise petting a perfect way to diet Red-faced, tongue-tied, secret Confirmation admirer Nucleus beauty besotted beard route to romance Coffee and gooseberries companionship cooking Chicken and almonds the way to this man's heart Townley Hall first loving to closeness ever after Tented separation in Mweenish was chilly silliness Yellow bikini starvation Brighton beach memories Sneaking bedroom cuddles in Westone wedding Graduated to Beaufield dinners and Blue Nun Parents fret about their two kids with two kids Life challenges met in the riches of poverty Grateful when God's surprising Gift was given Altogether life more balanced and beautiful Entrepreneurial pride of parents flying high The stars of sons the brightest in the sky The workaday challenges a learning lesson Lunch in Powerscourt the pleasure of poverty We fly and we fall but catch each other every day In heaven at last in the castle of our dreams "Ticks all the boxes" of my blonde beauty Perfect harmony a Gateway to perfect storm Togetherness triumphs over taxman trials Best times ever as we conquer the world Olympic pride and gradual OU degrees Make sunburst of pride as we grow Icarus-like flight forgiven not forgotten Revalue every "for granted" magic moment "I want to grow old with you" wish and fear Strength stronger than stupidity and stuff In fear and loneliness I see fire and I see rain I see sunny days now that we are one again.

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Today the sun showed me my value I shone like a precious stone standing alone

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Apr 10, 2019

Apr 10, 2019 at 3:27 AM UTC

maria-etre

ReValue

Today the sun showed me my value I shone like a precious stone standing alone

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