"tigh" poems - Hello Poetry

*Make peace with yourself, inspite of the everlasting riot in your head. I have been placing one foot in front of the other, creeping my way mindlessly through melancholy. This isn't how it's supposed to be. Have faith in what you do, so that one day faith will repay you. I have been contemplating doing all, but the things I should be doing primarily. This isn't how it's supposed to be. Save time for your unique hobbies; write all the poetry you need to be happy. I have given up on the words, and the dialect, and the books piled up on the shelves countlessly. This isn't how it's supposed to be. Draw yourself a tigh-fitting box, then burst right out of it. I have been confined to my comfort zone, unkowingly losing a handful of opportunities. This isn't how it's supposed to be. Fall in love with yourself, instead of spending time finding it with somebody else. I have loved him too hard, yet ended it abruptly just so I could set myself free. And that's how it's supposed to be.*

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Apr 4, 2015

Apr 4, 2015 at 12:26 PM UTC

daisies

Achievements

*Make peace with yourself, inspite of the everlasting riot in your head. I have been placing one foot in front of the other, creeping my way mindlessly through melancholy. This isn't how it's supposed to be. Have faith in what you do, so that one day faith will repay you. I have been contemplating doing all, but the things I should be doing primarily. This isn't how it's supposed to be. Save time for your unique hobbies; write all the poetry you need to be happy. I have given up on the words, and the dialect, and the books piled up on the shelves countlessly. This isn't how it's supposed to be. Draw yourself a tigh-fitting box, then burst right out of it. I have been confined to my comfort zone, unkowingly losing a handful of opportunities. This isn't how it's supposed to be. Fall in love with yourself, instead of spending time finding it with somebody else. I have loved him too hard, yet ended it abruptly just so I could set myself free. And that's how it's supposed to be.*

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I am inside her, Every move I feel it; I am lost/found Thoughts, feel, The sight Glimpses of her - ******* ******* touch me, gentle perfect Cockhard, this love Her navel to shaved ***** Beard on milk skin. Behind, the beat move Her moans are.....Infections, they Fill me with tiny Virui of lusts sweetly whispered, then...... Acted upon Oh I want to *** - on you, in you Please, she whispers I need you to - **** me I need you too, I need you too Hair, it moves, but I want to see Her face, observe/witness Her quiet fierceness, with **** walled inside As she rides, then her small wail As she touches herself, just there As we are joined, her *** breaks, On me, i revel in it, every drop Every part of her - I am hers. Feet, knees, long ***** tigh *** I will mold them all With my tongue and fingers Till she is, and is again Now you come, and again Reins held, she has me I want to be in prison With this one, just alone She and I

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Mar 8, 2014

Mar 8, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC

paul-thomas-galbally

Inside her/me/we

I am inside her, Every move I feel it; I am lost/found Thoughts, feel, The sight Glimpses of her - ******* ******* touch me, gentle perfect Cockhard, this love Her navel to shaved ***** Beard on milk skin. Behind, the beat move Her moans are.....Infections, they Fill me with tiny Virui of lusts sweetly whispered, then...... Acted upon Oh I want to *** - on you, in you Please, she whispers I need you to - **** me I need you too, I need you too Hair, it moves, but I want to see Her face, observe/witness Her quiet fierceness, with **** walled inside As she rides, then her small wail As she touches herself, just there As we are joined, her *** breaks, On me, i revel in it, every drop Every part of her - I am hers. Feet, knees, long ***** tigh *** I will mold them all With my tongue and fingers Till she is, and is again Now you come, and again Reins held, she has me I want to be in prison With this one, just alone She and I

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AiaiaiAI! I broke the bads **** beyond the saddened eyes of a Notorious Funkyman As if me were you just to catch an incognito glimpse of you Oh how I wish that'd stayed a joke in town haven’t ******* like a bird on my head n convert me to a punk cannot turn't back such an irrelevant inconvenient run was dark dark dark brown beyond the thickening curtains shattering gossipers at hours before the break of dawn I don't do with tarot cards my heart longing burning for your mirage allows me not visualize truth as is cruel so I blow a puff high tigh tight yotabye n bluff you up only how I wish was that a dream now but no man t was no funky man although with a funkyman was so bad bad and I! after as bad as you can be in hearts and still me is so good in dance nobody could score us! ...Once we have had fans. Read you thru the minds if not hearts and broke it open now! saw yours was not true talkin to me although remains so lovingly eyes with glittery in memory as sad as it can be if you not yourself convert it later on to … jokingly I say ... like you keep this a secret itsmak for luck only then I knew what you meant... then I saw what you saw...when you looked at me I looked at him not with fake eyes of you oh love me true and said Goodbye. ie rolls a colorful bead - its a gift with a who knows what future brings me nodding agreeably for the phrase only Nay its neither for you nor ie future a farewell at most to include you both and me and I promise me never I break hearts by puffs again will stick to tarot cards keep tis a hard learned lesson past where heart allows if not minds.

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Sep 6, 2014

Sep 6, 2014 at 4:46 AM UTC

dnalumuland

JOKER HEARTS

AiaiaiAI! I broke the bads **** beyond the saddened eyes of a Notorious Funkyman As if me were you just to catch an incognito glimpse of you Oh how I wish that'd stayed a joke in town haven’t ******* like a bird on my head n convert me to a punk cannot turn't back such an irrelevant inconvenient run was dark dark dark brown beyond the thickening curtains shattering gossipers at hours before the break of dawn I don't do with tarot cards my heart longing burning for your mirage allows me not visualize truth as is cruel so I blow a puff high tigh tight yotabye n bluff you up only how I wish was that a dream now but no man t was no funky man although with a funkyman was so bad bad and I! after as bad as you can be in hearts and still me is so good in dance nobody could score us! ...Once we have had fans. Read you thru the minds if not hearts and broke it open now! saw yours was not true talkin to me although remains so lovingly eyes with glittery in memory as sad as it can be if you not yourself convert it later on to … jokingly I say ... like you keep this a secret itsmak for luck only then I knew what you meant... then I saw what you saw...when you looked at me I looked at him not with fake eyes of you oh love me true and said Goodbye. ie rolls a colorful bead - its a gift with a who knows what future brings me nodding agreeably for the phrase only Nay its neither for you nor ie future a farewell at most to include you both and me and I promise me never I break hearts by puffs again will stick to tarot cards keep tis a hard learned lesson past where heart allows if not minds.

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I took my pocket knife Hold it firmly And scratched the surface of my skin In front of Aurelia's naked eye Her negative aura could be felt Squimish and the room feels like hell Her cold stare Creeps me and makes me scare In a split second, her hand holds my knife She opens the blade and scratch her tigh But I didn't see her bleed I exhale in relief “You could’ve bleed if you do that” I warned her Again, I have to see the cold stare of her "Why did you cut yourself?" She asked me "Stress" I answered. Short straight and solid “Don’t you cut yourself again!” “If I don’t, what’s it for me then?” She paused for 5 seconds “I will cut my self too Peter” “What?! How about your lover?!” “Don’t care about him” The way she said it, she is serious I paused for a while Thinking of her lover that gone wild “You love me right?” That question, really hits my mind How did she finds out I carry the torch for her? How did she knows my heart have her name written? I panicked And wishing God to get me killed Then she continues her question “As a friend” My heart beats goes back to normal And in a low voice I replied “yes” By the time, I made a promise with an angel The angel who saved me from the reaper The angel who prevents me to be burnt in hell The angel who prevents my family crying on my funeral The angel that will do the same if I harm myself

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Apr 9, 2018

Apr 9, 2018 at 4:20 AM UTC

FinkZ

The angel who saved my life (true story)

I took my pocket knife Hold it firmly And scratched the surface of my skin In front of Aurelia's naked eye Her negative aura could be felt Squimish and the room feels like hell Her cold stare Creeps me and makes me scare In a split second, her hand holds my knife She opens the blade and scratch her tigh But I didn't see her bleed I exhale in relief “You could’ve bleed if you do that” I warned her Again, I have to see the cold stare of her "Why did you cut yourself?" She asked me "Stress" I answered. Short straight and solid “Don’t you cut yourself again!” “If I don’t, what’s it for me then?” She paused for 5 seconds “I will cut my self too Peter” “What?! How about your lover?!” “Don’t care about him” The way she said it, she is serious I paused for a while Thinking of her lover that gone wild “You love me right?” That question, really hits my mind How did she finds out I carry the torch for her? How did she knows my heart have her name written? I panicked And wishing God to get me killed Then she continues her question “As a friend” My heart beats goes back to normal And in a low voice I replied “yes” By the time, I made a promise with an angel The angel who saved me from the reaper The angel who prevents me to be burnt in hell The angel who prevents my family crying on my funeral The angel that will do the same if I harm myself

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King David was a righteous king, A shepherd loved by God, And Joab did the ugly work Without a single nod. A principal can stroll the halls, Grandfatherly and kind. His number two’s the children’s bane, Reviled in student mind. The highest of the high can shine, All warmth and lenity, Their trusted second is the sting. Cursed in synecdoche. Every Adama needs a Tigh, All discipline and screeds, Since troops can sooner love a chief Untainted by cruel deeds.

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May 19, 2021

May 19, 2021 at 9:18 PM UTC

david-plantinga

Joab and Tight

King David was a righteous king, A shepherd loved by God, And Joab did the ugly work Without a single nod. A principal can stroll the halls, Grandfatherly and kind. His number two’s the children’s bane, Reviled in student mind. The highest of the high can shine, All warmth and lenity, Their trusted second is the sting. Cursed in synecdoche. Every Adama needs a Tigh, All discipline and screeds, Since troops can sooner love a chief Untainted by cruel deeds.

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If there was nothing Would you have left? If there was nothing, Could you say it with your chest? As if the matter between us Split the sky Your hips And my thighs A tigh -tening Grip And the curve of your lips I never noticed Don’t retreat Because you’re scared To meet me In my room Under my skin Beneath the clothes Hell bent Give in Give in Give in

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Oct 28, 2023

Oct 28, 2023 at 8:59 AM UTC

kromo

give.

If there was nothing Would you have left? If there was nothing, Could you say it with your chest? As if the matter between us Split the sky Your hips And my thighs A tigh -tening Grip And the curve of your lips I never noticed Don’t retreat Because you’re scared To meet me In my room Under my skin Beneath the clothes Hell bent Give in Give in Give in

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Tears roll down my face as I open my eyes. Feeling deep pain not knowing why. I wipe the tears as I kneel down to pray. Only God can help me get through the day. Stand up and fight the Black Dog is all I can do. Think of happy things not to feel blue. No one can see this deep pain I carry inside. This Black Dog whispers in my ear only telling lies. Sometimes he attacks I can’t even stand. Feeling so beat up and battered no one to take my hand. I hope one day I find a leash. To put on this Black Dog and tigh him to a tree.

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Jan 6, 2019

Jan 6, 2019 at 7:52 PM UTC

MNales

Black Dog

Tears roll down my face as I open my eyes. Feeling deep pain not knowing why. I wipe the tears as I kneel down to pray. Only God can help me get through the day. Stand up and fight the Black Dog is all I can do. Think of happy things not to feel blue. No one can see this deep pain I carry inside. This Black Dog whispers in my ear only telling lies. Sometimes he attacks I can’t even stand. Feeling so beat up and battered no one to take my hand. I hope one day I find a leash. To put on this Black Dog and tigh him to a tree.

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