"rotton" poems - Hello Poetry

Looking in the mirror is like a death wish A glimor of hope before the horrid thoughts cime floading in Screaming at the top of their lungs. And the tears rush to the surface as I pinch my skin Grabbing it tight Pulling at it with all my might Wishing Wanting for it all to dissapear just like myself As i slowly turn and turn that small glimor of hope gone Flushed away by the rotton words that captivate my body Screamimg for me to "STOP EATING" I walk away woth a heavy heart sinking down to the lowest part of me Hiding away frim anyone Ignoring every word spoken to me. My mind My body My whole being has been captured by those fithly words and throughts which are tormenting me and eating me alive Without a word Or A thought i move on frim the plate of fruit and the bowl of chocolates Swinging with a heart heavy, Yet filled with nothing I act like it has no effect on me Like it doesnt hurt at all

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Aug 15, 2018

Aug 15, 2018 at 3:01 AM UTC

lexi-9

Helpless

Looking in the mirror is like a death wish A glimor of hope before the horrid thoughts cime floading in Screaming at the top of their lungs. And the tears rush to the surface as I pinch my skin Grabbing it tight Pulling at it with all my might Wishing Wanting for it all to dissapear just like myself As i slowly turn and turn that small glimor of hope gone Flushed away by the rotton words that captivate my body Screamimg for me to "STOP EATING" I walk away woth a heavy heart sinking down to the lowest part of me Hiding away frim anyone Ignoring every word spoken to me. My mind My body My whole being has been captured by those fithly words and throughts which are tormenting me and eating me alive Without a word Or A thought i move on frim the plate of fruit and the bowl of chocolates Swinging with a heart heavy, Yet filled with nothing I act like it has no effect on me Like it doesnt hurt at all

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You could say he hates her, From the way she talks to him, how every rose is ****** at him thorns first - millions of little slashes - battle wounds of the everyman adding up day to day week to week year to year the river of blood leaks to the ocean big enough to drown them both. He fires back though, and across the battlements of the dinner table sits the enemy shaking a half empty bottle of depression pills, basing how much happiness was left for the month off of the rattling of white capsules against the orange bottle.. She, how could she have ever given birth to him? Some might argue that was all she ever did for him, too preoccupied with her reflection to see the mirror image her son had become with his suken eyes, a rotton apple, a cyanide cynic at the ripe fresh age of fifteen. So six months later when they both led the cavalry in charge for the umpteenth time throwing dagger words laced with poison aimed high at heads ducked below cover to a safe place (but of course there is no safe place), Who would've thought when he told her to start taking her pills she'd take them all. Tip top of the bottle bottoms up for the bottle plain white capsules and blood red wine because when she goes out she goes out like a lady. Its a sad sight seeing all her family weep at her grave, cry true tears clear and pure. All her family but one, her beloved boy. How dry face and stone visage were oh so heart wrenching. But perhaps worst of all, is that you could say he hates her even now

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Dec 18, 2013

Dec 18, 2013 at 9:41 PM UTC

he-said-she-said

He Said: Mommy Issues

You could say he hates her, From the way she talks to him, how every rose is ****** at him thorns first - millions of little slashes - battle wounds of the everyman adding up day to day week to week year to year the river of blood leaks to the ocean big enough to drown them both. He fires back though, and across the battlements of the dinner table sits the enemy shaking a half empty bottle of depression pills, basing how much happiness was left for the month off of the rattling of white capsules against the orange bottle.. She, how could she have ever given birth to him? Some might argue that was all she ever did for him, too preoccupied with her reflection to see the mirror image her son had become with his suken eyes, a rotton apple, a cyanide cynic at the ripe fresh age of fifteen. So six months later when they both led the cavalry in charge for the umpteenth time throwing dagger words laced with poison aimed high at heads ducked below cover to a safe place (but of course there is no safe place), Who would've thought when he told her to start taking her pills she'd take them all. Tip top of the bottle bottoms up for the bottle plain white capsules and blood red wine because when she goes out she goes out like a lady. Its a sad sight seeing all her family weep at her grave, cry true tears clear and pure. All her family but one, her beloved boy. How dry face and stone visage were oh so heart wrenching. But perhaps worst of all, is that you could say he hates her even now

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Dont compare your life With mine with her How could you dare You think it was easier i was a bad kid Whi never had a stable home Was molested, detested Cuz I was too young to be left alone Mistreated, beaten but i was rotton For no reason at all 13 yrs old forgotton Juvenile hall Very few loved me Hated by all Like i asked to be here i made this call Then when someone Did have love for me smiled at my success She made sure i felt Unwanted and a worthless mess Even when she was given the tools For her and I to make amends She choose to toss them aside like i was a means to an end I couldnt of felt more abandoned And so a wall was built Of course i left Why would i stay So i could continue To be treated this way She didnt miss me at all those were their best years Everyone was so happy When i wasnt there Why do you think I feel its better this way When she died All ties vanished away I dont neeed her parasites Take on her worries Her problems In this life. If she did so right by you Go be hurry Do what you do Im not sorry For leaving that way I will neber be back There is no someday Very few things That were good happened to me there So for the life of me I dont see how you compare Also your father Couldnt stand me And nor i him Like i needed Another alcoholic screaming His drunk slurs again That ***** was crazy If she thought it was happening Thats why at 14 yrs old Me and nana lived alone just on the other side of town Oh where was precious mother no where i was found Now think about that And tell me how you compare Cuz she didnt fall through For a while ******* year the only reason she knew I was pregnant Cuz she would gossip With ******* who were ignorant Not cuz she tried to be around Ask our dear brother he will tell how much effort she roused Think i felt abandoned and alone That poor kid oh my god He was left with schizophrenic soul Cuz it was too much for her To be provided for on a silver platter ridiculous and so low. So dont come to me with your mess Of how lessyou feel Without me in your home You dont know what your saying Less then half my age And trying to make me change All cuz we came from the same hole.

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Mar 21, 2013

Mar 21, 2013 at 8:38 AM UTC

goddess-tonya-medrano

unaware

Dont compare your life With mine with her How could you dare You think it was easier i was a bad kid Whi never had a stable home Was molested, detested Cuz I was too young to be left alone Mistreated, beaten but i was rotton For no reason at all 13 yrs old forgotton Juvenile hall Very few loved me Hated by all Like i asked to be here i made this call Then when someone Did have love for me smiled at my success She made sure i felt Unwanted and a worthless mess Even when she was given the tools For her and I to make amends She choose to toss them aside like i was a means to an end I couldnt of felt more abandoned And so a wall was built Of course i left Why would i stay So i could continue To be treated this way She didnt miss me at all those were their best years Everyone was so happy When i wasnt there Why do you think I feel its better this way When she died All ties vanished away I dont neeed her parasites Take on her worries Her problems In this life. If she did so right by you Go be hurry Do what you do Im not sorry For leaving that way I will neber be back There is no someday Very few things That were good happened to me there So for the life of me I dont see how you compare Also your father Couldnt stand me And nor i him Like i needed Another alcoholic screaming His drunk slurs again That ***** was crazy If she thought it was happening Thats why at 14 yrs old Me and nana lived alone just on the other side of town Oh where was precious mother no where i was found Now think about that And tell me how you compare Cuz she didnt fall through For a while ******* year the only reason she knew I was pregnant Cuz she would gossip With ******* who were ignorant Not cuz she tried to be around Ask our dear brother he will tell how much effort she roused Think i felt abandoned and alone That poor kid oh my god He was left with schizophrenic soul Cuz it was too much for her To be provided for on a silver platter ridiculous and so low. So dont come to me with your mess Of how lessyou feel Without me in your home You dont know what your saying Less then half my age And trying to make me change All cuz we came from the same hole.

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Rollin, sticky. the danky of danky, takin nd start bakin, smell's like a pear fruity so fruity. you just go bake it, Inhale, enjoy. relax deploy.. stay lit stay fit, Keep open eye's open - be loe they might even glow , glossy and slow they sure will all know. and point you to blame, the roach coach came and taught you the game. lend me your lighter to make this flame brighter heat up this fire and help you get higher, you're mouth's a bit sticky I bet it taste's icky, doe's it look white?. you'll sure be alright ., nick name to the cotton dry mouth tastes like rotton,. awh, don't say where you bought it or how you got it. I will be busted and you, just untrusted..... jessica applegate

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May 11, 2013

May 11, 2013 at 10:13 PM UTC

arrywill-keepya-smilin

The trip of a morph^%

Rollin, sticky. the danky of danky, takin nd start bakin, smell's like a pear fruity so fruity. you just go bake it, Inhale, enjoy. relax deploy.. stay lit stay fit, Keep open eye's open - be loe they might even glow , glossy and slow they sure will all know. and point you to blame, the roach coach came and taught you the game. lend me your lighter to make this flame brighter heat up this fire and help you get higher, you're mouth's a bit sticky I bet it taste's icky, doe's it look white?. you'll sure be alright ., nick name to the cotton dry mouth tastes like rotton,. awh, don't say where you bought it or how you got it. I will be busted and you, just untrusted..... jessica applegate

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they might even glow , glossy and slow they sure will all know. and point you to blame, the roach coach came and taught you the game. lend me your lighter to make this flame brighter heat up this fire and help you get higher, you're mouth's a bit sticky I bet it taste's icky, doe's it look white?. you'll sure be alright ., nick name to the cotton dry mouth tastes like rotton,. awh, don't say where you bought it or how you got it. I will be busted and you, just untrusted..... jessica applegate

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May 14, 2013

May 14, 2013 at 8:12 PM UTC

arrywill-keepya-smilin

caught high

they might even glow , glossy and slow they sure will all know. and point you to blame, the roach coach came and taught you the game. lend me your lighter to make this flame brighter heat up this fire and help you get higher, you're mouth's a bit sticky I bet it taste's icky, doe's it look white?. you'll sure be alright ., nick name to the cotton dry mouth tastes like rotton,. awh, don't say where you bought it or how you got it. I will be busted and you, just untrusted..... jessica applegate

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Do I Dare To Breathe? Do I Dare To Speak? If I Open My Mouth Will It Be Closed? If Words Decide To Come Will They Be Meak? You Doubt This "Rough" Life Waiting To Erode Am I Not Fit To Love? Am I An Error? All My Questions Are Going Unanswered, Yet I'm Pretending I Do Not Care, Life Throws Me Out And Reads Me The Hansard May I Be Free As The Gull's Lofted Wing? Am I Not Worthy In Fate's Glassy Eyes? Songs Play--But Do I Listen To The Strings? What Am I Missing In Life, I Ask, "Why?" The Moon Holds Me, A Heart Soft As Cotton, Stars Smile To Keep From Being Rotton

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Jan 1, 2013

Jan 1, 2013 at 2:32 PM UTC

sydney-victoria

Sonnet III: More Unanswered Questions

Do I Dare To Breathe? Do I Dare To Speak? If I Open My Mouth Will It Be Closed? If Words Decide To Come Will They Be Meak? You Doubt This "Rough" Life Waiting To Erode Am I Not Fit To Love? Am I An Error? All My Questions Are Going Unanswered, Yet I'm Pretending I Do Not Care, Life Throws Me Out And Reads Me The Hansard May I Be Free As The Gull's Lofted Wing? Am I Not Worthy In Fate's Glassy Eyes? Songs Play--But Do I Listen To The Strings? What Am I Missing In Life, I Ask, "Why?" The Moon Holds Me, A Heart Soft As Cotton, Stars Smile To Keep From Being Rotton

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Some people not All, have very bad behavior It Encourages others to have misbehavior Some people carry a Negative Demeanor To the point Positive people are influenced to become meaner This is a intuition but more like a Hunch That one Bad Apple Spoils the whole Bunch It simply refers to someone who creates problems, Get rid of that Rotten Apple And that will solve them Remember these words and take it to Mind Those Rotton old Apples aren't so very kind Beware of Rotten Apples just trust your Hunch That One Rotten Apple will Spoil the Whole Bunch By: B.R Date: 10/23/2022

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Oct 2, 2024

Oct 2, 2024 at 5:18 PM UTC

msbellepoetry44

One Bad Apple Spoils the Bunch

Some people not All, have very bad behavior It Encourages others to have misbehavior Some people carry a Negative Demeanor To the point Positive people are influenced to become meaner This is a intuition but more like a Hunch That one Bad Apple Spoils the whole Bunch It simply refers to someone who creates problems, Get rid of that Rotten Apple And that will solve them Remember these words and take it to Mind Those Rotton old Apples aren't so very kind Beware of Rotten Apples just trust your Hunch That One Rotten Apple will Spoil the Whole Bunch By: B.R Date: 10/23/2022

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we are the underdogs of this era, the generation of incineration lying in the gutter like a ******* ***** rotton pup we are the hated of the created, a social distortion of abortion, the shouldve been gotten rid of make them regret, scream. Wreck, everything. a middle finger salute, paint the skies red dilute the cries of the undead with one of your own. **** YOU ***** tease. lyin 'bout your insecurities. done with your demise, not down with your lies. **** your vice. roll the dice, the odds are never in your favor what a contradiction, lying in the ditch with your homies who said "dudes, we'll run the world one day." swell, swollen eyes and blackened eyes, what the hell. allies with the unforgiven of who've never done a thing wrong. neck wrung. on the front lines with punks with tarred lungs. smoke, smoke, everything up in smoke. break martial law, get down on your knees and crawl toward unjustice and saw them to obliteration. ***** the nation. stumble with eyes wide and watch the debris of your broken states crumble to the ground. make no sound. they know the noise of defeat. left foot, right. whos in control now. the rebels live. the rebels thrive. we are alive. rebels united.

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Aug 14, 2014

Aug 14, 2014 at 12:16 PM UTC

aavelinajaden

Sumthing of oddity

we are the underdogs of this era, the generation of incineration lying in the gutter like a ******* ***** rotton pup we are the hated of the created, a social distortion of abortion, the shouldve been gotten rid of make them regret, scream. Wreck, everything. a middle finger salute, paint the skies red dilute the cries of the undead with one of your own. **** YOU ***** tease. lyin 'bout your insecurities. done with your demise, not down with your lies. **** your vice. roll the dice, the odds are never in your favor what a contradiction, lying in the ditch with your homies who said "dudes, we'll run the world one day." swell, swollen eyes and blackened eyes, what the hell. allies with the unforgiven of who've never done a thing wrong. neck wrung. on the front lines with punks with tarred lungs. smoke, smoke, everything up in smoke. break martial law, get down on your knees and crawl toward unjustice and saw them to obliteration. ***** the nation. stumble with eyes wide and watch the debris of your broken states crumble to the ground. make no sound. they know the noise of defeat. left foot, right. whos in control now. the rebels live. the rebels thrive. we are alive. rebels united.

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The quietest nights are the loudest I daydream of death and fatuous thoughts of Klever self destruction A rotton choice of drunk and drugged up reality An apple full of potent poison hanging from the tree of life Meaningless thoughts swim in the ocean of existence Passing through souls like wind in the winter Gliding and diving in the river of golden souls At night I calmly drown myself in waves of Kolorful Get higher Rise and float towards the sun and above Swim in the Knowledge of Love Listen to the melody of Love Do not fear the unknown Wake up and smell the energy flow The vibration of light will guide the soul Through black and white the light shall remain burning In a life of eternity perception The tall sky comes in Kontact with each golden spirit A unique universal aura in the mist of it all...

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Jul 21, 2014

Jul 21, 2014 at 3:05 AM UTC

D1JOE

Dimension 93

The quietest nights are the loudest I daydream of death and fatuous thoughts of Klever self destruction A rotton choice of drunk and drugged up reality An apple full of potent poison hanging from the tree of life Meaningless thoughts swim in the ocean of existence Passing through souls like wind in the winter Gliding and diving in the river of golden souls At night I calmly drown myself in waves of Kolorful Get higher Rise and float towards the sun and above Swim in the Knowledge of Love Listen to the melody of Love Do not fear the unknown Wake up and smell the energy flow The vibration of light will guide the soul Through black and white the light shall remain burning In a life of eternity perception The tall sky comes in Kontact with each golden spirit A unique universal aura in the mist of it all...

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In my dream Am broken My fleshes eaten My body rotton My bones taken As ritual of token With words unspoken I broke through Wide open My leased body In the ***** oven Unworldly beings Never ever seen I was soon shaken To waken From a bad dream... ©sim

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Jan 18, 2018

Jan 18, 2018 at 8:45 PM UTC

Seema

Bad Dream

In my dream Am broken My fleshes eaten My body rotton My bones taken As ritual of token With words unspoken I broke through Wide open My leased body In the ***** oven Unworldly beings Never ever seen I was soon shaken To waken From a bad dream... ©sim

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To the airy king Subjects of perdition bow. Breathing in their fate.

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May 14, 2020

May 14, 2020 at 10:44 PM UTC