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"thump" poems
I saw you one day and never thought a thing As we grew 3 years, I noticed My heart decided to thump faster I smiled shyly at you and you smiled back So I asked you a question, over a note You broke my heart...You won't ever know I cried when you left, clutching your answer in my arms Sobbing for days, broken inside Last day of school, you gave me a hug High school began and I saw you again My heart betrayed me, no matter how much I trained it not to You smiled at me, and I grimaced back I wanted to hate you, and I let you know You talked to me, asking why? I can't tell you, I might cry I keep a straight face, a bravado to cover my feelings Yet somehow, I wish you could see a ***** through my armor I have a class with you I stare at you, hoping you stare back When you do, I sneer at you and glare I confuse myself I have feelings
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 2:41 PM UTC
Feelings
This is past due like the rent paid on the thirteenth Late better than never-- and I got this here forever Flow like rain during any kinda weather Keep this here close to my heart And when the block comes, I don’t know where to start Beat-beat Thump-thump I'll just let the words flow from my heart But you ain’t feelin me’-- You ain’t hearin’ Queen So I got to bring you back to the forefront with my so⋅lil⋅o⋅quy I remind you of all the things that had you fearin’ me This Army of One, brighter than that star He created we call Sun Under its blaze, us two can become one (lets make our Son under His) While I lay with fragmented words.... spoken Promises I made to myself remain unbroken And my gift is as natural as the slender ducts of my abdomen called fallopian I am Woman The prototype made perfect and pure Whose prose is as tight as my kegels allow my femininity to be Wrath your ******** may not be able to endure Thought you knew a good Woman and tight ***** make you surrender on your knees And dream dreams about your seed taking root in this royal vessel I am Mother Earth And this is my Gift—my Gyft I am Myself and such a present I present to thee For I AM Queen Poetree So when I seem silent When you think you hear nothing but your heart beat Nothing but the cool air enraptured in the breeze I am the Life that flows from you I am the Wind rustling the trees leaves I am the fragrance left in the air you interpret as another I am the overwhelming sensation made between two lovers under duvet covers I am the softness of lips and the sensation made by the flick of a passionate tongue I am that empty space you try to fill with another one So when you think you hear nothing When you think you’re all alone I am every word, every adlib of your favorite song Every stroke every morning when you brush your hair I am your deep breath because, baby, I am your air I am everything pleasurable—every pleasure experienced since your creation And it all stems from the balance of my concentration during this poetic intrapersonal conversation I am everything virtuous I am the eye of the storm I am your hope, your future I am the pages of your favorite novel whose cover is worn I am air, I am sky I am the clouds, and the Sun’s heat But most importantly, to my core I am Queen Poetess B…
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Apr 12, 2010
Apr 12, 2010 at 5:53 AM UTC
I AM *Queen*
This is past due like the rent paid on the thirteenth Late better than never-- and I got this here forever Flow like rain during any kinda weather Keep this here close to my heart And when the block comes, I don’t know where to start Beat-beat Thump-thump I'll just let the words flow from my heart But you ain’t feelin me’-- You ain’t hearin’ Queen So I got to bring you back to the forefront with my so⋅lil⋅o⋅quy I remind you of all the things that had you fearin’ me This Army of One, brighter than that star He created we call Sun Under its blaze, us two can become one (lets make our Son under His) While I lay with fragmented words.... spoken Promises I made to myself remain unbroken And my gift is as natural as the slender ducts of my abdomen called fallopian I am Woman The prototype made perfect and pure Whose prose is as tight as my kegels allow my femininity to be Wrath your ******** may not be able to endure Thought you knew a good Woman and tight ***** make you surrender on your knees And dream dreams about your seed taking root in this royal vessel I am Mother Earth And this is my Gift—my Gyft I am Myself and such a present I present to thee For I AM Queen Poetree So when I seem silent When you think you hear nothing but your heart beat Nothing but the cool air enraptured in the breeze I am the Life that flows from you I am the Wind rustling the trees leaves I am the fragrance left in the air you interpret as another I am the overwhelming sensation made between two lovers under duvet covers I am the softness of lips and the sensation made by the flick of a passionate tongue I am that empty space you try to fill with another one So when you think you hear nothing When you think you’re all alone I am every word, every adlib of your favorite song Every stroke every morning when you brush your hair I am your deep breath because, baby, I am your air I am everything pleasurable—every pleasure experienced since your creation And it all stems from the balance of my concentration during this poetic intrapersonal conversation I am everything virtuous I am the eye of the storm I am your hope, your future I am the pages of your favorite novel whose cover is worn I am air, I am sky I am the clouds, and the Sun’s heat But most importantly, to my core I am Queen Poetess B…
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Mass is not proportional to volume A girl as small as a violet A girl who moves like a flower’s petal She attracts me with a force greater than her mass Now, I am like Newton’s apple Rolled and fell toward her unstoppably With a thump, a thump My heart Keeps bouncing between the sky and the ground It was my first love.
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May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 3:18 AM UTC
The Physics of Love
Today not all of our mistakes are failures Today I'm closing the door on the things we keep behind our teeth, the ways we never learned how to be soft, but always tried our best anyway this is a tribute to the lost sleep the nights I keep marked in tallies on my arms, the letters I keep locked up in a dark drawer, where maybe something besides moths and regret will eat away at them. Today, not all of our thoughts are broken today you take me out of my skin and I learn how to dance; the rhythm is choppy but I follow it anyway, after all we are only testing the waters here we are only stargazers awaiting some grand cosmic miracle, we are waiting with our hands in our pockets for something big to happen, we are falling in and out of obsession chasing strangers around and around in circles, throwing our fists in the air claiming "not everything is lost", slowly coming to the realization that it's also true not everything is found. Today you don't know what you're looking for but you can't stop searching the horizon, like maybe if you peer long enough, your brain will slow down enough to process the harsh thump-thump, thump-thump that tells you you're still alive that tells you you're still here that tells you you're still waiting And my fingernails are digging into my palms now from the suspense of writing and re-writing my name onto fresh pages, crumpling and collecting them in the bottom of waste baskets along with half smoked cigarettes and last night's rain, because it is rare that two paths will cross in this world with anything more than a brief flash of recognition, it is rare that anything better can be captured before it slips down through the cracks; but that thought was me eons ago that was me in someone else's skin today I'm putting nets out to catch the things we throw around & never keep, I'm writing your story into my daily script & keeping a list of "to-dos" before the big event; tonight I'm alone and I'm too busy to look out the window, maybe the stars will flicker or maybe they won't, but regardless I'm still counting my heartbeats to know that I'm here (still counting my heartbeats to know the time I have left), I'm still patching this wound up with fragments of could have been, reminding myself that not all of our hearts are broken, and not all of our moments are failures.
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Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 1:32 AM UTC
not everything is broken
Today not all of our mistakes are failures Today I'm closing the door on the things we keep behind our teeth, the ways we never learned how to be soft, but always tried our best anyway this is a tribute to the lost sleep the nights I keep marked in tallies on my arms, the letters I keep locked up in a dark drawer, where maybe something besides moths and regret will eat away at them. Today, not all of our thoughts are broken today you take me out of my skin and I learn how to dance; the rhythm is choppy but I follow it anyway, after all we are only testing the waters here we are only stargazers awaiting some grand cosmic miracle, we are waiting with our hands in our pockets for something big to happen, we are falling in and out of obsession chasing strangers around and around in circles, throwing our fists in the air claiming "not everything is lost", slowly coming to the realization that it's also true not everything is found. Today you don't know what you're looking for but you can't stop searching the horizon, like maybe if you peer long enough, your brain will slow down enough to process the harsh thump-thump, thump-thump that tells you you're still alive that tells you you're still here that tells you you're still waiting And my fingernails are digging into my palms now from the suspense of writing and re-writing my name onto fresh pages, crumpling and collecting them in the bottom of waste baskets along with half smoked cigarettes and last night's rain, because it is rare that two paths will cross in this world with anything more than a brief flash of recognition, it is rare that anything better can be captured before it slips down through the cracks; but that thought was me eons ago that was me in someone else's skin today I'm putting nets out to catch the things we throw around & never keep, I'm writing your story into my daily script & keeping a list of "to-dos" before the big event; tonight I'm alone and I'm too busy to look out the window, maybe the stars will flicker or maybe they won't, but regardless I'm still counting my heartbeats to know that I'm here (still counting my heartbeats to know the time I have left), I'm still patching this wound up with fragments of could have been, reminding myself that not all of our hearts are broken, and not all of our moments are failures.
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The bullet flew so quickly from the pistol it felt like the blood in my veins stopped for a moment As if quantum physics were just a mere myth Of random laws and physicists Each individual cell and atom in my body stopped and rushed to abyss Thump, thump. As the bullet reached the end of your skull, I swore I died instead of you But instead of dying and leaving the realm of the living I enter bliss and happiness Flowers scattered over bright green grass for miles, Soft and whispering wind rushed past my freckled skin The trees swayed with the wind It brought an epitome of perfection, only your carcass brought death and decay Snapping back to reality, your eyes rolled back, and your jaw opened wide I wanted to tear it open, to give you a somewhat permanent evil smile Your body hit the ground so hard, the sound vibrated across my body, giving my heart the ability to beat normally again You looked so peaceful for a mere moment I swore I could have kissed you even though I despise your very being Your skin quickly went colorless, and you laid there so still I burst into panicked laughter, and covered my filthy mouth It was definitely rude to laugh at someone's death My stomach growls, and my hands shake with satisfaction I've finally done it. I killed my insecurities After a short moment of freedom and what seemed to be like genuine tears of joy... Your eyes roll back to normal, and they focus me closely Rising from the ground, you flick your hair back as if the wind blew it out of place You fix your shirt, as if the blood stains weren't there "It's so silly to think you could get rid of me so easily," you say. I'm never going to feel alive ever again
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Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 7:53 AM UTC
Killing My Insecurities
The bullet flew so quickly from the pistol it felt like the blood in my veins stopped for a moment As if quantum physics were just a mere myth Of random laws and physicists Each individual cell and atom in my body stopped and rushed to abyss Thump, thump. As the bullet reached the end of your skull, I swore I died instead of you But instead of dying and leaving the realm of the living I enter bliss and happiness Flowers scattered over bright green grass for miles, Soft and whispering wind rushed past my freckled skin The trees swayed with the wind It brought an epitome of perfection, only your carcass brought death and decay Snapping back to reality, your eyes rolled back, and your jaw opened wide I wanted to tear it open, to give you a somewhat permanent evil smile Your body hit the ground so hard, the sound vibrated across my body, giving my heart the ability to beat normally again You looked so peaceful for a mere moment I swore I could have kissed you even though I despise your very being Your skin quickly went colorless, and you laid there so still I burst into panicked laughter, and covered my filthy mouth It was definitely rude to laugh at someone's death My stomach growls, and my hands shake with satisfaction I've finally done it. I killed my insecurities After a short moment of freedom and what seemed to be like genuine tears of joy... Your eyes roll back to normal, and they focus me closely Rising from the ground, you flick your hair back as if the wind blew it out of place You fix your shirt, as if the blood stains weren't there "It's so silly to think you could get rid of me so easily," you say. I'm never going to feel alive ever again
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Dim the lights Whisper in my ears all night. Hands on my breast Tingle me all the way down Make my legs feel weak Touch me , like I never been touched Make me grasp, while you suck upon my ear Tease me with your tongue, ****** and tear my clothes apart. Unbutton and unzip your trousers and watch me bite the head of your hard **** through your underwear. With my hair in your hands firmly. I take out your **** and start to lick it. Massaging the head of your **** with my cold little slutty mouth. While I rub my clint . While I watch you moan and groan so loud because it feels so good. while I finish ******* the tip of your **** I whisper Papi **** me like a ***** Lift me up and throw me on the bed ,Spread my legs apart , tie my hands together, make me feel like a prisoner. I'm a slave for your pleasure. Direct me ,I can feel your warmth your aching for me. You pull my hair back and ask. is this how you like it ? press your **** deep into my Asian persuasion ***** While I Thump and humpand grind on your property, the key of my pleasure, the key of my ***** I'm craving for your explosion ,upon me , let ur inner soul ****** in me, sweet pleasure , heart beat rising, breathing heavily, seduction at its finest. The taste is so sweet . I upon you. sweetness upon sweetness.With the sounds of pleasure filling the room, echoing " Oh..oh ...umm yess ...yes...YES. .YESSSSSS"
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Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
Guilty pleasure
Thump,              thump,                          thump,             faltered         breath           painful               inhales                  but still                                                                  life. It’s             my                   only comfort.                                                     Just           making                          sure                                  he’s still alive.       I couldn’t           imagine              never       hearing that                heartbeat           ever   again.
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Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 10:03 AM UTC
His Heartbeat -Part 2-
Thump, thump. Thump, thump. I lie my head there on your chest and find my absolute favorite place to rest. Thump, thump. Thump, thump. And I've been tested many times over in my quest for peace, but I never would have guessed I'd find it so quickly with you. Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Your heartbeat is the rhythm of my universe.
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Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 11:27 PM UTC
Heartbeats
buzz buzz friday friday sitting on the brink ready to drink buzz buzz friday friday get the juke turned up my feet wanna thump buzz buzz friday friday got on my cool clothes yea you know how this goes buzz buzz friday friday let it all hang out this is what it's about buzz buzz friday friday buzz buzz friday friday
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Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 9:48 AM UTC
buzz
there are bones between my teeth moonlight glimmering in my eyes dried blood in my nails, in my hair my head pounding (thump. thump. thump.) you know they say blood is thicker than water but that just means blood is more likely to stick in my throat coughing up family ties one by one glistening red memories, leaving only a metallic aftertaste sick nightmare fantasy of ripping open bodies im the monster in your fairytale stories lets do a bit of editing, perhaps? lets shred the whole **** book, perhaps? lets set fire to the town, perhaps? im tired of pretending to be your precious child, perfect student, "the innocent one" i want to paint obscene material in your blood (in the name of art, of course) @god do you ever feel unreal? are you even real? am i? no i have to be real, I can feel the blood dripping down my arm, the bones cracking in my spine im real. im real. im real. everything hurts!!!!! fuCK i cant wait to rip you all to shreds !!!!!! T H I S I S N O T A D R E A M walking on eggshells is far more difficult with digitigrade legs, im not gonna try to be nice anymore i dont need to be nice anymore why be nice when you can **** why just **** when you can slaughter? nobody can stop me from lighting up the post office, nobody can stop me from gouging out your eyes im no god but im closer than you im no angel but you might be soon close your blinds, lock your doors big bad wolf is back again bigger, badder, better wolf greater, darker, madder wolf teeth like knives and claws like daggers six golden eyes staring into your soul oh right, thats me! i m i n y o u r h o m e
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 12:10 AM UTC
werewolf thoughts at midnight
there are bones between my teeth moonlight glimmering in my eyes dried blood in my nails, in my hair my head pounding (thump. thump. thump.) you know they say blood is thicker than water but that just means blood is more likely to stick in my throat coughing up family ties one by one glistening red memories, leaving only a metallic aftertaste sick nightmare fantasy of ripping open bodies im the monster in your fairytale stories lets do a bit of editing, perhaps? lets shred the whole **** book, perhaps? lets set fire to the town, perhaps? im tired of pretending to be your precious child, perfect student, "the innocent one" i want to paint obscene material in your blood (in the name of art, of course) @god do you ever feel unreal? are you even real? am i? no i have to be real, I can feel the blood dripping down my arm, the bones cracking in my spine im real. im real. im real. everything hurts!!!!! fuCK i cant wait to rip you all to shreds !!!!!! T H I S I S N O T A D R E A M walking on eggshells is far more difficult with digitigrade legs, im not gonna try to be nice anymore i dont need to be nice anymore why be nice when you can **** why just **** when you can slaughter? nobody can stop me from lighting up the post office, nobody can stop me from gouging out your eyes im no god but im closer than you im no angel but you might be soon close your blinds, lock your doors big bad wolf is back again bigger, badder, better wolf greater, darker, madder wolf teeth like knives and claws like daggers six golden eyes staring into your soul oh right, thats me! i m i n y o u r h o m e
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I wish for a hug... One that lasts only mere seconds. Yet could only mean nothing but eternity. I long for a hug... One that finds me struggling, and offers the line that'll hoist me up so that the whims of the world would simply fall away. I yearn for a hug... An embrace that grants me the briefest moment of solace. Amidst the clamour and chaos that overwhelm. I want a hug... One that's unconditional. One that'll just take me in, as I am. One that wouldn't cringe at the misfit of my bones. One that wouldn't judge if our heartbeats don't thump in sync.
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Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 11:37 AM UTC
Hug
Just reached the summit The adrenaline building up for the plummet Strap in to start the cruise Headphones in, listening to my tunes Now scanning the powdery terrain I’m flying like a jet engine plane Take off on the jump My knees take the big thump, Up ahead, there’s the rail The momentum gives me the power to sail Almost busting I gain my stability Now I got my mobility Carving back and forth Now at dusk I see my guide north My ride ending to a near I get excited for that frosty beer
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Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 8:42 PM UTC
The cruise
My heart bleeds tears So yours doesn't have to. It opens right up to every piece of joy and sadness and injustice and inspiration. Gushing tears....flood waters for the dramatic. No use in trying to hold them back. They burst all barriers and reinforcements. My heart beats pain....thump thump...thump thump Louder now. THUMP THUMP....THUMP THUMP Innocent children destroyed in all corners of society. Pump. Pump. Pump. Poisoned by our own government with lies   Imprinted at a young age and we believed them. For a while. Pump. Pump. Pump. An aorta so large that tears mainline my existence. It bleeds for you, your children, me, my children, our animals, our planet. Some days it stops all together in a moment of silence for the ethereal shedding their tears as rain on us all. No tourniquet could stop the strength of my pulsing heart My forceful, stubborn tears. As I bleed out these tears nourish the ugliness around my shell. Souls who are born with a heart like mine encase an ***** strong enough to hold, release and replenish tears of pain and joy over and over again. It allows us to not just see beauty but breathe it. It allows us to feel love so intensely that our teary reservoirs are life forces beating Universally. My heart bleeds tears so yours doesn't have to. Apply pressure with an embrace or your own beaming light so my heart beats in unison with yours.
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Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 8:55 PM UTC
My Heart Bleeds Tears
thump thump                               thump thu thump thump thump thump                                thump thu thump thump thump thu thump                                thump thu thump thump thump thump thump thump                                thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump                                thump thu thump thump thu...                                 thump thu thump -
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Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 7:47 PM UTC
Heartbeat love story
words fall like hapless fledglings tossed from a cliff edged nest with much screeching, squawking, countless feathers lost and then an awful thump or hopeful, glorious flight first love is tachycardiac love all adrenaline, sweating palms and stutter-stumbling sqeakings, ungainly gropings, when not with you, mopings unrealistic hopings for happy ever after endings, breakings, bendings, awkward mendings, repeated leavings, repented lovings. heartfelt givings, of broken hearted rendings. lendings, of time stolen from life tearing, teasing, tantalising teamings crying, begging, pleading strife and then, the metaphorical knife cutting, slashing, wordblow bashing, screaming, reaming, end to loves life. til eventually, words fall, like old birds leavings to settle, unremarked upon at the base of the tree of life. first love's loss, is slow dying. arrhythmia to flatline in a multitude of laboured breaths and long lingering sighs. a loss of warmth, from breast and thighs and water copious, falling from red rimed eyes. sobbing, murmuring, don't know whys? from lips turned toward, bleakset skies. as one settles firmly, into black dog muck no longer able to give a f▼ck. tucked in tight to sadness, lost all sight of former gladness, caught up and shackled tight, to the badness around and around, the carousel goes. then, at last, the blessed silence, as you die one of many of....                     life's little deaths
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 8:25 PM UTC
the lovebirds cycle
Lights shining bright Through the busy night I met you When I was feeling blue Words bubble up Like a soda pop Whenever I'm with you I feel so new There's something about you That draws such an alluring hue It makes my heart thump fast And make my whole world vast Hey, you I have something to tell you It is a piece of my emotion Sent to you with great passion Hey, Sunshine Why do you look so fine? I keep wondering why As I get lost staring at the blue, blue sky Hey, Sunshine I like how dazzling you are Like those cute smile of yours That erases all my problems and worries Hey, Sunshine I like the way you shine brightly Like those sparkling eyes of yours As you look at me with a radiant smile Hey, Sunshine Keep smiling brilliantly Like an ethereal flower in full bloom Captivating me again as always Hey, Sunshine I like those cute smile of yours The same way you make me feel happy It makes my heart flutter Hey, Sunshine Will you be mine? I really like you How about you? ....
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Aug 19, 2021
Aug 19, 2021 at 1:08 PM UTC
Hey Sunshine
Please don't do this I dont need this mess, Your starting trouble and i feel under duress, I know I look the Geek I'm quiet and so easy to play, But you just dont know its not always been this way. It's a cliche I know but I aint right in the head, For the most part I cant be taken as read, I have run with gangs in third world hole's Beaten bigger than you with far darker soul's So before you get too froggy and decide to jump Look past my smile at the ******* who will give you a thump It's not like I want to but your making this hard Now just walk away before I knock your teeth down your throat. You ****
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Mar 17, 2010
Mar 17, 2010 at 7:43 AM UTC
Closet ****
Your heartbeat, Still reverberates, Still rings in my ears Thump Thump Thump
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Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 12:11 PM UTC
Heartbeat
Pain is something you feel at all times of every day once it happens It never goes away fully you just adapt to it like it becomes your heartbeat You survive off of the expectation for it to thump against your chest Even when your muscles feel like they won't ever move again, they do. And that's what you come to understand is moving on. But just because you move in does not mean your pain leaves you, it becomes as temporary as a tattoo you got when you were drunk. It's carved into your generic code and don't you dare try to remove it because it will be unseccessful and painful, leaving you empty
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Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC
Pain
there was a little centipede a disabled chap was he one leg it was missing just below the knee he made a little crutch from a twig he found so he wouldnt fall as he walked around. he looked very funny with his little stump everytime he walked you could  hear a thump now he has a false leg he threw his crutch away he still roams around to this very day.
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC
disabled centipede
I say to you, That to those you hate. Give them a hug. Not because they wont know what to do, Or it’s confusing or peaceful But because if you throw a punch, they might punch you back, And with the retaliation in mind, giving a hug seems the best plan of attack… I know I’d prefer a cuddle to a thump or a smack. So hug them. If you do hopefully they wont know what to do back to you And ******* their mind by simply being kind Is well, **** it. It’s awesome.
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Aug 7, 2011
Aug 7, 2011 at 10:13 AM UTC
offensive cuddle
I am not born as yet, five minutes before my birth. I can still go back into my unbirth. Now it’s ten minutes before, now, it’s one hour before birth. I go back, I run into my minus life. I walk through my unbirth as in a tunnel with bizarre perspectives. Ten years before, a hundred and fifty years before, I walk, my steps thump, a fantastic journey through epochs in which there was no me. How long is my minus life, nonexistence so much resembles immortality. Here is Romanticism, where I could have been a spinster, Here is the Renaissance, where I would have been an ugly and unloved wife of an evil husband, The Middle Ages, where I would have carried water in a tavern. I walk still further, what an echo, my steps thump through my minus life, through the reverse of life. I reach Adam and Eve, nothing is seen anymore, it’s dark. Now my nonexistence dies already with the trite death of mathematical fiction. As trite as the death of my existence would have been had I been really born.
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Woman Unborn
Thump. Skip. Thump. Skip. Skip. Thump. Pain flows through my chest. Washing away the seconds and minutes. Time Stops. And the clock no longer ticks. One more moment. One last breath. Lungs shrivel. And blood freezes. I sense her Death. Awaiting, Assuring, Strong. Then the moment bursts. A hand grenade. A home-made bomb. Life flashes back And time ticks on.
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Aug 21, 2012
Aug 21, 2012 at 11:05 AM UTC
Heartbeats
1 Beat! beat! drums!—Blow! bugles! blow! Through the windows—through doors—burst like a ruthless force, Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation; Into the school where the scholar is studying; Leave not the bridegroom quiet—no happiness must he have now with his bride; Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, plowing his field or gathering his grain; So fierce you whirr and pound, you drums—so shrill you bugles blow. 2 Beat! beat! drums!—Blow! bugles! blow! Over the traffic of cities—over the rumble of wheels in the streets: Are beds prepared for sleepers at night in the houses? No sleepers must sleep in those beds; No bargainers’ bargains by day—no brokers or speculators—Would they continue? Would the talkers be talking? would the singer attempt to sing? Would the lawyer rise in the court to state his case before the judge? Then rattle quicker, heavier drums—you bugles wilder blow. 3 Beat! beat! drums!—Blow! bugles! blow! Make no parley—stop for no expostulation; Mind not the timid—mind not the weeper or prayer; Mind not the old man beseeching the young man; Let not the child’s voice be heard, nor the mother’s entreaties; Make even the trestles to shake the dead, where they lie awaiting the hearses, So strong you thump, O terrible drums—so loud you bugles blow.
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Beat! Beat! Drums!