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"situps" poems
i know you dont think im looking i see everything though i see the sparrows feed and the iron bars holding on i see the murky water bowl and the sprints up the stairs i see moonlight situps because you are "training for the new season" loose shirt, yet to you it is skin tight bulging like a balloon and we all know what happens to balloons when they keep growing and growing swelling up they pop. and you realise in fact, that the balloon that you thought was there was in fact. a lifeless hunk of rubber, desperate for a little air now im not saying that the balloon is a figure of your mind but im saying that this is.
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Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 4:07 AM UTC
good ol' pop. round 1.
Lifes a chuckle and the jokes on you Life can be trouble with the ocassional Cordeon bleu, The ins and outs of who I'm I, and how do I relate to you? A colidoscope of perceptions altered by cruel vices, how do I make amends with fresh blood on my hands. How do I love when I don't even hate? slues of pornagraphy alter my thoughts. Existence can be ****** when you've seen so many ***** ***** Funny haha or funny dismiss? Laughing until the tension burns out and my mind sets off on a new route. Does being strong make me a man? Doing situps until I'm responsible, what a joke as am I. I'm really not quite sure whats happens when you die, but one things for **** sure you should try to enjoy the ride.
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Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
Funny haha?
A thousand situps and a punch in the stomach Crossing the finish line of a one hundred meter sprint Catch your breath Don’t be sick Trying to ***** your heart out of your mouth Hands around your throat Vice clamped around your head Can’t breathe Can’t breathe Everything goes quiet but it’s noisy still Somebody said it They mentioned her but they didn’t know it Quick as a breath there’s a brick in your stomach and hands around your throat An Army rucksack thrown on your shoulders Your heartbeat aches Stood still in the centre of a hurricane Life happening around you You face her But you can’t reach her You feel her But you can’t touch her She’s right there with you But you still miss her
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Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 2:57 PM UTC
Grief