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"rott" poems
Glued to my computer screen Is this called living I'm hooked to this show Filled with people I don't really know And every minute of it is killing And I push my life to rott , willing Is this called living When I leave all my worries Just to fill my mind with their worries Is this called living ? Fangirling over made up gimmicks
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May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 10:55 AM UTC
is this called living
An appearance like swan fragile voice of an angel the movements like water she grew by the name Gabriel A child of perfection she was her mind was still spotless but as time passing through she knew the times of her innocence has come to an end of noxious Atlas turned into a beautiful example jealousy and hatred grew by the society she poised herself by the war she must fight through and through, though she knew the end will come of herself selling her soul one and only to satan held his hand out for her Ask he told, are you willing to die each and second to live willingly rott yourself into this demise you never meant for
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 5:52 AM UTC
Fraˌjīl
I'm digging a hole, Through my chest, Then into my soul. Its my comfortable nest, But i know need to go, Before itll infest, This barely beating coal, And im afraid that the rest, Will rott and will mold, So fish me out of this, Concrete corner. From the whom of this abyss, For you know its only getting harder, To avoid life's, infectious kiss,    -Her sinister, crimson red lips
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Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 1:03 PM UTC
Lips
I'm a player, I'm the best. I've played you, her and the rest. That's what you thought. I proved you wrong when I opened my chest. You saw me with depth, an open heart. You gave me yours. It was open from the start. A heart hurt too many times. You told me you can't take another. A heart held together with vines. This was the tricky part. The first time in my life. I saw a future of treasure. A glimpse of this lady, my wife. I felt safe like I was where I needed to be. I promised my self I'd do you no harm. To cause you pain would be to cut off my own limb. I've been waiting all my life to find someone worthy to commit my life to. So I committed myself to you and you threw me away. You told me honestly what you wanted and needed. I gave it to you and more. But you were after what you had before. Cling to him with guilt. Cling to him till you rott. Cling to him lifelessly. Cling to him lovelessly. Cling to him endlessly. Until one day it all falls apart. You've proven untrustworthy. You've proven betrayal. You've proven sly words. You've used tears to get your way. You've promoted falses so fake. Gemini construct you might break. You've cheated. Me, him and your self from happiness.
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC
Committed
Mess with a gypsy soul, Even a black hole won't be able to hide you. Their magic will slowly rott away what's inside you.. No chance to ever be set free... Your soul was sold the day that you chose to cross their way.. You boiled precious gypsy blood, Activating, inhaling the slow toxic poison..
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May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 1:34 PM UTC
Precious boiled Gypsy blood.
My ear drum burst on my birthday runny wax like moldable clay My carcass is 32 today but my energy is ageless like the pages of the pageless the life of light creation Graveyards mark the pity little spot from death day as we lay and rott Birth and death are two and the same from internal we emerge with an internal flame thrilled till we fade away with our hair turning white and gray.
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Dec 17, 2011
Dec 17, 2011 at 1:30 PM UTC
Ear drum
I see your skin turning blue As my ruby red hands press even harder I laugh histerically at your face I just commited the perfect ****** You should have listened to me, When I said this wouldn't end up good Not for you at least, because for me there's no more blues don't apologize now, it won't save you anymore Your soul will rott in hell Let me play with this set of knives and your flesh. Shh, cry no more darling This dagger will only hurt for a second As I turn it on your stomach And your blood bathes the ground You will bleed the tears I've cried
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Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 11:26 AM UTC
A bottle of whiskey and Two shots of resentment
Low and behold I see, beneath the surface of things. Inner mechanics that twist and tie us together. The reflections of humanity, the decay and rott placed at our feet. The way we sew our seeds, ripping through avast particular selection of prey we feed. Overall becoming that vicious cycle, we take up to hand down, we repeat. Im plagued with constant torture of painful memories. Traumatizing moments render me to my ultimate defeat. Im left too the wolves to eat. Only my fowl stinch Drives them away. Too abstain distance from myself the enemy, who cares to caress my ego and pleasure me with they're company? Who can I take down or who is out their Who is worse off than me? Rinse, wash, repeat... -RSC
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Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 4:28 PM UTC
~(RINSE, WasH, Repeat)~
Homeless and roaming the streets like an orphan. It was the dead of winter, and I was still alive—barely. My ex-girlfriend let me crash on her couch for a few days. She didn’t smoke. I did, so whenever I wanted a cigarette, I went out in front of her apartment and lit up. One night, bent on nicotine, I entered the January thaw. As I had my smoke fix, a man with a huge Rottweiler slowly walked by. The dog caught sight of me, and gave me a low growl. The guy talked to his pet like he was his best friend. “Leave him alone, that’s his home; let him smoke.” The dog knew better, and glared at me. He barked loud and vicious. “Leave that poor man alone. Let him enjoy his cigarette, that’s his home,” the man said. A small dog began yapping in the distance. The man said, “Oh great, you’ve upset that little dog. Come on, let’s go.” The Rott gave me an evil look, and sauntered off. He recognized his own kind. He also knew that there was something different about me. He could smell it, almost taste it. He knew I was a mongrel, and a stray. He knew I didn’t belong.
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Mar 4, 2023
Mar 4, 2023 at 6:46 AM UTC
One Recognizes His Own Kind
Wasting war Untouched soils, set to rott by a plauge of men A million miles away Where the sun sets on hills ill never see. And the light touches faces ill never meet The light bends a diffrent way, Shells raining down upon your feet Dismay Devils steal life and spirits reclaim bones In the war you left me, to fight Protecting forign homes
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Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 6:17 AM UTC
Untitled
Let’s take a trip deep on a ride Into the mothership as i dip into my minds conscious flyin’ at light Speeds greed fiend for the good life strife seemed to followed me troubles all in me Cant get away from my enemies since i was born i was destined to die no lie cries from my soul and heart tellin’ me not to part Its demons vs demons They tag teamin' day dreamin' im schemin’ lookin' for the position to plot so my body can rott deep in hell **** the holy grail as i sail into another dimension need i mention i got homies that want to join me two so why don’t you too? Uh aint nobody gonna miss you boo So i look to all types of weaponry to choose from then some m-14,m-16 380 9s,to 249s saws graphic i can’t wait til i be covered in plastic white sheets visions to ***** so i had to be censored not even the devil knew me I know nobody woul feel me kiss with death n soon we'll be one of a kind feel the pressure from my brain cells to my spine urgin’ for the flat line , Quarter pass 12 am in the morning no yawning load the clip up time for me to shut up bullet to my head {Pops off} im glad im dead body red stiff as a log as the maggots feed off my flesh I became a denominator Cuz death seems much greater now im restin’ scornfully released my demons now they roamin’ freely Prepare for the eulogy G
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC
Suicidal Spiritual Trip
Like a fresh plank, you varnish with coat after coat, but what you should note, no matter how many coats, the knots just won't.. Disappear, they will just hide and ***** deep, then later on when the wood is old, the worms crawl out form the depths, and rott your world cold... And muddled, you long for the Ivy's cuddle, to keep you up right, despite is constant side affects, you need varnish coated with a shovel!
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Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
Love Tree
Homeless and roaming the streets like an orphan. It was the dead of winter, and I was still alive—barely. My ex-girlfriend let me crash on her couch for a few days. She didn't smoke. I did, so whenever I wanted a cigarette, I went out in front of her apartment and lit up. One night, bent on nicotine, I entered the January thaw. As I had my smoke fix, a man with a huge Rottweiler slowly walked by. The dog caught sight of me, and gave me a low growl. The guy talked to his pet like he was his best friend. 'Leave him alone, that's his home; let him smoke.' The dog knew better, and glared at me. He barked loud and viciously. 'Leave that poor man alone. Let him enjoy his cigarette, that's his home, ' the man said. A small dog began yapping in the distance. The man said, 'Oh great, you've upset that little dog. Come on, let's go.' The Rott gave me an evil look, and sauntered off. He recognized his own kind. He also knew that there was something different about me. He could smell it, almost taste it. He knew I was a mongrel and a stray. He knew I didn't belong.
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Aug 23, 2024
Aug 23, 2024 at 5:33 PM UTC
One Recognizes His Own Kind
It was in the shower i tried to picture you With your shirt off your lips turned blue. "I dont want you to see me cry" i said And not from the pain between my legs, as I bled. I try to picture romantic evenings as beautiful, Ones that make my mind content and full, But in the end these images rott They stink of regret and the same shame that I fought. There are dark secrets in my mind, Some even darker, some hard to find. But your unconditional love it made me blind, I try to picture a night with you. I know you picture this night with me too. A night where these secrets dont stop me, From your loving touches, I wont flea. At least in these dreams I can do this But in the real world its just a punch with a strong cold fist. This cant heal as fast as a scraped knee, But it does feel like an injury. Please dont give up so quickly, Because in the end its still me. All bruised up and blue from my past, Im trying so hard to make this last, I know im selfish. Know that if your patient i will get my wish, And these pictured nights in the shower wont be so sad, Theres a day in the future where your touch wont feel so bad.
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Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 2:54 PM UTC
Cold Shower Dreams
Let me help you tie your shoes Let me help you untie your noose   Each fabric feels tragic Let me help you tie your shoes   Can I show you How not to drown How not to rott in the ground
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May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 3:12 AM UTC
Acceptance creates perfection
For Every Gods Building Destroyed In Isreal 10k will Rott Send in The Troops WALT
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Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 10:55 PM UTC
"Hamala" By: Z
i pray a heavy prayer wake me dear lord i cant believe i lived this long on the verge this must not be real touch my hand i need a lift im not prepared we are safe i havent wrote down a speech voice is our choice one thing is correct politics an media disturb me liquified synthetics in your car an in my lungs off a rig death no dishonor they died so i can say this reincarnation im alive dear father 4th sector so far they cant stop me area 51 doing hard time tho locked down in chains been encamped pitch my tent wallstreet seems like decades couple second on the clock ready to be free withnessing greed my words shall reap put fear in society in the wake we eat canibals celebrate the factors of life naturals outweighed by one soul **** **** **** one paper and a pen ****** ****** ****** you have no power SUPER POWER I AM RAP call me ferror ill shut you down rott in your grave call me king bow before your leader the richest man in history trillions in space its facts nine hundred ninety nine pesos not 1 person alive not 1 person in the past not one person in the future the end -zpac
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Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 8:06 PM UTC
"I Pray A Heavy Prayer"
(A CHILDRE'S SHORT STORY) CHARACTERS: MALE ANIMALS ______________________ RACOON HERMES MOUNTAIN CAT LEONIDAS A RAVEN POE WHITE RABBIT GLUSKAP HOUSE DOGS: (A)GERMAN SHEPARD ODIN (B)PIT BULL VILI (C)ROTT WEILER VE FEMALE ANIMALS: _____________________ BROWN BEAR (CUB) KALI BABY OPOSSUM ANDALUSIA HAWK HATHOR RABBIT GANYMEDE HOUSE CATS: HILDA PHYLLUS NEIGHBORHOOD PARROTS PSITTACINE
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Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 7:25 PM UTC
Ferine Animalia