"theyr" poems - Hello Poetry

smoke comes up like a hammer bing bam slams a man twists his nose turns, e looks for his friends in the other room, but theyr far now farther than the knife big man machete got eyes like dog in woods, got teeth like dog in woods he aint shittin nobody now no he aint clever ***** none here whisperin whisperin comin closer and i nos i aint got the time so big lunge i giv him a big un but a big dog needs a bigger lunge so i grabsme figger and takes off wif no sound but a big dog got a bigger nose sniff farther, dig deeper, and a rat in the sewer gets chewed, gets mangled gets is wittl teethums pulled out FUCKEM FUCKEM FUCKEM getde teeth getde credit cards RIPEM RIPEM RIPEM hoo amex this ***** got it FUCKEM FUCKEM FUCKEM rough, little yuppie **** RIPEM RIPEM RIPEM you think that *** is any good? FUCKRIPS FUCKRIPS FUCKRIPS

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Oct 1, 2013

Oct 1, 2013 at 2:08 AM UTC

patrick-ensslin

smoke comes up

smoke comes up like a hammer bing bam slams a man twists his nose turns, e looks for his friends in the other room, but theyr far now farther than the knife big man machete got eyes like dog in woods, got teeth like dog in woods he aint shittin nobody now no he aint clever ***** none here whisperin whisperin comin closer and i nos i aint got the time so big lunge i giv him a big un but a big dog needs a bigger lunge so i grabsme figger and takes off wif no sound but a big dog got a bigger nose sniff farther, dig deeper, and a rat in the sewer gets chewed, gets mangled gets is wittl teethums pulled out FUCKEM FUCKEM FUCKEM getde teeth getde credit cards RIPEM RIPEM RIPEM hoo amex this ***** got it FUCKEM FUCKEM FUCKEM rough, little yuppie **** RIPEM RIPEM RIPEM you think that *** is any good? FUCKRIPS FUCKRIPS FUCKRIPS

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Sometimes, when I say 'I'm O.K.' I want someone to hug me and say 'No. You're not.' Sometimes, when I 'smile' I want my friends to notice that even though I seem happy, somethings wrong. Sometimes, when I write, I want someone to read it and know; they aren't JUST words, theyr'e my emotions spilling out on paper. Sometimes, when I'm alone, I want to feel happy. Sometimes, I want to be independent and not have to rely on burdening my friends with my whining to make me feel better. Sometimes, I want my friends to ask if I'm 'O.K.' because sometimes...I don't want to have to say: 'I feel so sad I could burst into tears at any given moment.' Sometimes, I feel my friends should just know, the way I know. I know when theyr'e happy for real, and I know when they're faking it. I know when they hide behind a mask and pretend, but...sometimes, I wish people would see thru my mask. Sometimes, I want someone to ask how I'm doing NOT because they have to, but because they WANT to. Sometimes, I wish there was one person in this world who could see thru my mask...and wanted to be my friend anyways. Sometimes, I want someone who understands me and my feelings. Sometimes, when I say 'I'm O.K.' I want someone to hug me and say 'No. You're not.'

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Jun 15, 2012

Jun 15, 2012 at 12:58 AM UTC

linda-kessler

Sometimes

Sometimes, when I say 'I'm O.K.' I want someone to hug me and say 'No. You're not.' Sometimes, when I 'smile' I want my friends to notice that even though I seem happy, somethings wrong. Sometimes, when I write, I want someone to read it and know; they aren't JUST words, theyr'e my emotions spilling out on paper. Sometimes, when I'm alone, I want to feel happy. Sometimes, I want to be independent and not have to rely on burdening my friends with my whining to make me feel better. Sometimes, I want my friends to ask if I'm 'O.K.' because sometimes...I don't want to have to say: 'I feel so sad I could burst into tears at any given moment.' Sometimes, I feel my friends should just know, the way I know. I know when theyr'e happy for real, and I know when they're faking it. I know when they hide behind a mask and pretend, but...sometimes, I wish people would see thru my mask. Sometimes, I want someone to ask how I'm doing NOT because they have to, but because they WANT to. Sometimes, I wish there was one person in this world who could see thru my mask...and wanted to be my friend anyways. Sometimes, I want someone who understands me and my feelings. Sometimes, when I say 'I'm O.K.' I want someone to hug me and say 'No. You're not.'

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i watch obsenity, lascivious acts, looking for normality, the spoted back, the traps are everiwhere, and *** is inspiring, i aspire to normality, an afective life healing mi heart, and accept the ********** of relations, and feel normal, all live'd theyr lives, mine was stolen, for some creep old ******* just the need, of feeling normal, accept the pain as a normal man, or trie to feel as one, is the gold of watching *** on the phone net, the search of normality, despice the eyes y adore and the highnes of loving someone, up there, and every once a year or so, there is this look in front of me, loving me in secret, understanding, silent and sweet, all the rest if stupidity, and wounds of a child arrased for the creeps, and their need of posses someone, they don't understand, or love, is just obsession. even so, the spots in my back, are clean, my sanity too, so sometimes watching **** is just looking for normality, and wash away the pain, of carry the creep in my ears. still inside my ears, talking to me, and never letting go. as whympy woman, or a souless creep, but never get to me, **** in the window, remainds me, how creepy and stupid they are. and me, i m feeling more normal every day, my heart is operative, and ready to live, dispise the creep. i am a free man, alive and clean, my soul is good, my heart is pumping, and i am, very normal and ***** indeed.

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Oct 4, 2015

Oct 4, 2015 at 3:22 AM UTC

davide

looking

i watch obsenity, lascivious acts, looking for normality, the spoted back, the traps are everiwhere, and *** is inspiring, i aspire to normality, an afective life healing mi heart, and accept the ********** of relations, and feel normal, all live'd theyr lives, mine was stolen, for some creep old ******* just the need, of feeling normal, accept the pain as a normal man, or trie to feel as one, is the gold of watching *** on the phone net, the search of normality, despice the eyes y adore and the highnes of loving someone, up there, and every once a year or so, there is this look in front of me, loving me in secret, understanding, silent and sweet, all the rest if stupidity, and wounds of a child arrased for the creeps, and their need of posses someone, they don't understand, or love, is just obsession. even so, the spots in my back, are clean, my sanity too, so sometimes watching **** is just looking for normality, and wash away the pain, of carry the creep in my ears. still inside my ears, talking to me, and never letting go. as whympy woman, or a souless creep, but never get to me, **** in the window, remainds me, how creepy and stupid they are. and me, i m feeling more normal every day, my heart is operative, and ready to live, dispise the creep. i am a free man, alive and clean, my soul is good, my heart is pumping, and i am, very normal and ***** indeed.

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I thought you said it would be okay Every little thing, is gonna be alright But when I come home Instead, theyr so dead With the weight of the boulders pressing Down on this house Its crumbling I push things Get them out of my mind Have since I was little Squeezing my eyes shut tight When he came home in the dead of the night Please let mommy be okay The screaming haunts me In my daydreams My lack of focus Frustrates me every second So I shut it out Close my mind But now the haze is clearing I thought it was different But people never change Jail doesn’t change a thing The threat of life sentences Don’t change a single, thing But I cant teach The lesson he should learn Because though he gives us nothing Without him we have even less No home, no education Streets Are glistening with the rain My tears finally stream And they flood the sidewalks With their anger and fear And stupidity Never trust the liar Ive always told myself Nobody, can be trusted But I opened up And I let it go Floored it But now im crashing As I lay pinned between the tree and radiator I look up at the stars Do you know how many wishes Iv sent up to the sky Black and blue as my body As the stars glisten mockingly “hunny, im home!” Take a long look around At the rusting support posts And decaying furniture This house is not a home This house is broken We all need, somebody to lean on And I had you You left me at the worst time And it keeps going down I hate that I needed to hear your voice Before I attempt another goodbye But I know it is selfish Don’t worry The knife is staying shallow The pills are the correct dosage But my tears are overflowing At the facts laid on the table Its too late for protection Services asking all the wrong questions Has he done this before? No **** Im glad we contacted the captain Of town obvious A few more years, ill have a job Mother will too Maybe ill tell my secret Or maybe ill publish The lies I was told With the dignity I sold I want to forgive But I wont And to hell will I ever forget Because the lies the lovers have told me Will never heal Because my lips are sealed

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Oct 27, 2011

Oct 27, 2011 at 12:00 AM UTC

bam

sealed tight.

I thought you said it would be okay Every little thing, is gonna be alright But when I come home Instead, theyr so dead With the weight of the boulders pressing Down on this house Its crumbling I push things Get them out of my mind Have since I was little Squeezing my eyes shut tight When he came home in the dead of the night Please let mommy be okay The screaming haunts me In my daydreams My lack of focus Frustrates me every second So I shut it out Close my mind But now the haze is clearing I thought it was different But people never change Jail doesn’t change a thing The threat of life sentences Don’t change a single, thing But I cant teach The lesson he should learn Because though he gives us nothing Without him we have even less No home, no education Streets Are glistening with the rain My tears finally stream And they flood the sidewalks With their anger and fear And stupidity Never trust the liar Ive always told myself Nobody, can be trusted But I opened up And I let it go Floored it But now im crashing As I lay pinned between the tree and radiator I look up at the stars Do you know how many wishes Iv sent up to the sky Black and blue as my body As the stars glisten mockingly “hunny, im home!” Take a long look around At the rusting support posts And decaying furniture This house is not a home This house is broken We all need, somebody to lean on And I had you You left me at the worst time And it keeps going down I hate that I needed to hear your voice Before I attempt another goodbye But I know it is selfish Don’t worry The knife is staying shallow The pills are the correct dosage But my tears are overflowing At the facts laid on the table Its too late for protection Services asking all the wrong questions Has he done this before? No **** Im glad we contacted the captain Of town obvious A few more years, ill have a job Mother will too Maybe ill tell my secret Or maybe ill publish The lies I was told With the dignity I sold I want to forgive But I wont And to hell will I ever forget Because the lies the lovers have told me Will never heal Because my lips are sealed

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Late late late Im gonna be late So late in fact that everyone there Will have someone to hate Try try try To flee and run outside Theyr'e here! Theyr'e here! They'lle yell at me to hear. Stupid, lazy one I wanted to have time This time i cant control I fly but dont go Why why why why cant i be so quick so quick and skilled and organized To get outside on time.

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Jun 9, 2014

Jun 9, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC

daria

Late

Late late late Im gonna be late So late in fact that everyone there Will have someone to hate Try try try To flee and run outside Theyr'e here! Theyr'e here! They'lle yell at me to hear. Stupid, lazy one I wanted to have time This time i cant control I fly but dont go Why why why why cant i be so quick so quick and skilled and organized To get outside on time.

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I miss the rain Like I miss your face while Sewing seeds of anger Can't harvest the love I am a child of light A man of darkness All emotions lead Out of balance can't touch the light this time but its alright, its alright handing torches of our time yeah its our time never or for now; find that we sing together and pray for no one they are all fine in theyr ways love the light inside of you not the illumination that casts shadows on our face i remember before i knew i look like you heal to cleanse the soul

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Nov 5, 2013

Nov 5, 2013 at 6:39 PM UTC

frances-lazarus-blackheart

Untitled

I miss the rain Like I miss your face while Sewing seeds of anger Can't harvest the love I am a child of light A man of darkness All emotions lead Out of balance can't touch the light this time but its alright, its alright handing torches of our time yeah its our time never or for now; find that we sing together and pray for no one they are all fine in theyr ways love the light inside of you not the illumination that casts shadows on our face i remember before i knew i look like you heal to cleanse the soul

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only a hand full of human souls is strong or insane enough, to find the courage thats needed to live for theyr biggest Dream. For this one burning Idea that dosent wanted to left theyr mind for Just a day , since its has been born in These one Moment theyr needs and visions had been unbound and unobserved. Grown to personal destiny, bound to one endless, sizeless and boarderless passion. even if there can't be more luckyness to feel, as in these moments where those lifelong tracking dreams are bound in touchable , visible, real expieriencable shapes.. ...there can't be more pain as in times they seem to be unrealizable or impossible to realize in the way they should. nothing can cause more vitality ,more love into the life , as to found out how imagination can be formed into sounds, pictures, things..or even full worlds. and nothing will ever cause more hate for the world around ,the own person and these insane visions , as any step backwards ,anything that (seem?) to separate, stop or just slow down these unique souls while theyre hunting theyr predetermited ever know destiny. sometimes it feels like draining in your passion - bound that hard to the way to fullfill your visions, that you loose everything around..and with these world around the base and material to realize them. nothing will ever hurt more as the fear to lost your dreams by getting lost in them ,just while fighting to realize them. so why are there those driven, hunted, insane souls who choose to live in passion and get thorn between despair and despairing hopes? cause all these impossible seeming visions are carrying this small seed to become true.. and as long these chance for reality exists, it will endless stoke the fire that burns inside - it will form new wings out of broken leftovers of the previous , dosent matter how much times the old ones got crushed to dust... and nothing will ever balance out the feeling to fly within the own inner universe while any smallest part of it is coming true.. and no thing exists, that will ever ne able to cause more energy and trust in the fate ahead.. ...as to reach the sky.

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Mar 8, 2018

Mar 8, 2018 at 1:18 AM UTC

CaraSnow

Passions

only a hand full of human souls is strong or insane enough, to find the courage thats needed to live for theyr biggest Dream. For this one burning Idea that dosent wanted to left theyr mind for Just a day , since its has been born in These one Moment theyr needs and visions had been unbound and unobserved. Grown to personal destiny, bound to one endless, sizeless and boarderless passion. even if there can't be more luckyness to feel, as in these moments where those lifelong tracking dreams are bound in touchable , visible, real expieriencable shapes.. ...there can't be more pain as in times they seem to be unrealizable or impossible to realize in the way they should. nothing can cause more vitality ,more love into the life , as to found out how imagination can be formed into sounds, pictures, things..or even full worlds. and nothing will ever cause more hate for the world around ,the own person and these insane visions , as any step backwards ,anything that (seem?) to separate, stop or just slow down these unique souls while theyre hunting theyr predetermited ever know destiny. sometimes it feels like draining in your passion - bound that hard to the way to fullfill your visions, that you loose everything around..and with these world around the base and material to realize them. nothing will ever hurt more as the fear to lost your dreams by getting lost in them ,just while fighting to realize them. so why are there those driven, hunted, insane souls who choose to live in passion and get thorn between despair and despairing hopes? cause all these impossible seeming visions are carrying this small seed to become true.. and as long these chance for reality exists, it will endless stoke the fire that burns inside - it will form new wings out of broken leftovers of the previous , dosent matter how much times the old ones got crushed to dust... and nothing will ever balance out the feeling to fly within the own inner universe while any smallest part of it is coming true.. and no thing exists, that will ever ne able to cause more energy and trust in the fate ahead.. ...as to reach the sky.

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