"sickingly" poems - Hello Poetry

at one point i threw myself into a puddle of negligence and reveled in the sickingly delightful pleasures of self indulgence and cynicism i knew no moderation and i knew no god, and without a hint of balance i nonchalantly stumbled across a tightrope that was threaded with desire and desperation beyond the point of no return i realized the scars i bore were testaments of ********** that cried crimson tears of a faith long contorted i needed a catalyst, and i fell from the tightrope in a similar way i fell from grace all of the time i spent moving backwards sent the hands of the clock in a frenzy, and the last i remember they had moved backwards infinitely more than i ever could

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May 15, 2015

May 15, 2015 at 1:20 AM UTC

davidrosson-1

a tragedy unseen

at one point i threw myself into a puddle of negligence and reveled in the sickingly delightful pleasures of self indulgence and cynicism i knew no moderation and i knew no god, and without a hint of balance i nonchalantly stumbled across a tightrope that was threaded with desire and desperation beyond the point of no return i realized the scars i bore were testaments of ********** that cried crimson tears of a faith long contorted i needed a catalyst, and i fell from the tightrope in a similar way i fell from grace all of the time i spent moving backwards sent the hands of the clock in a frenzy, and the last i remember they had moved backwards infinitely more than i ever could

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There was once a random fusion of cells who answered to the combination of sounds that when ordered in a particular way together said: 'G E O R G E' and he fumbled and stumbled and over used his words, and one could hear him from miles around gobbing and yobbing. Just one big sound. That tongue never stopped rolling, and noise never stopped emanating. A walking compressment of carbon molecules in-disguise, his secret persona being a speaker. And he would speak out of his sickingly momentous beak. And make others quite tired and weak.. All hours for a whole week an infinite roll a pancake chatter. natter and tatter a roll of noise a one man band come splattering and chattering in through your life and then he would yell over the hill again. And like in some chapter book in the law of physics it is often understood that when a subject something exhibiting noise gets further and further away from the subject, the sound becomes less and less due to distance. This does not apply to a George. And like the sound barrier, WHY.. what is this sound BARRIER you speak of? if you go to this such barrier, and take a left and follow this ruckus of English yells you shall find him somewhere way above yonder. Having a *** and having a ponder, who ever knew you could do this so loudly? who ever knew one took this so proudly. Inhaling oxygen.. exhaling carbon dioxide? Inhaling? Nein. drawing breath? why does one need rest? valuable seconds are wasting, I need to keep on sound demonstrating.

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Aug 8, 2014

Aug 8, 2014 at 6:45 AM UTC

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George.

There was once a random fusion of cells who answered to the combination of sounds that when ordered in a particular way together said: 'G E O R G E' and he fumbled and stumbled and over used his words, and one could hear him from miles around gobbing and yobbing. Just one big sound. That tongue never stopped rolling, and noise never stopped emanating. A walking compressment of carbon molecules in-disguise, his secret persona being a speaker. And he would speak out of his sickingly momentous beak. And make others quite tired and weak.. All hours for a whole week an infinite roll a pancake chatter. natter and tatter a roll of noise a one man band come splattering and chattering in through your life and then he would yell over the hill again. And like in some chapter book in the law of physics it is often understood that when a subject something exhibiting noise gets further and further away from the subject, the sound becomes less and less due to distance. This does not apply to a George. And like the sound barrier, WHY.. what is this sound BARRIER you speak of? if you go to this such barrier, and take a left and follow this ruckus of English yells you shall find him somewhere way above yonder. Having a *** and having a ponder, who ever knew you could do this so loudly? who ever knew one took this so proudly. Inhaling oxygen.. exhaling carbon dioxide? Inhaling? Nein. drawing breath? why does one need rest? valuable seconds are wasting, I need to keep on sound demonstrating.

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You're so full Of sweet sugary words I am amazed Your teeth Haven't rotted away But no they're just As shiny and white As they ever were Good for you.

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Nov 26, 2015

Nov 26, 2015 at 9:58 PM UTC

mikecccc

Sickingly sweet

You're so full Of sweet sugary words I am amazed Your teeth Haven't rotted away But no they're just As shiny and white As they ever were Good for you.

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