"toliet" poems - Hello Poetry

My parents think it's just the flu. I guess it could be if love could get you sick. I feel queasy all the time. I can't keep food down. I'm tired and my body aches. I tremble and shake. My head pounds and spins. But it's just the flu right? No I may be sick, but it is nothing that can be cured by a doctor. No amount of medicine can make this go away. There is no cure for the hole in my heart. **Do you know what it's like? I bet you haven't got the slightest clue.** Do you have any idea how hard it is to try to live with a hole in your heart? To lie on the floor screaming. Begging for the pain to stop. Before you know it, you're racing for the bathroom. Running to the toliet. Your stomach hurts from sobbing. Here comes dinner. I go back and curl up in bed. Tired and aching. Mom comes in and ask if she can do anything. I just tell her I do not feel well. Who knew love could make you so sick. I miss you. Every time I think of you; every word you say to me... it all just makes me sick. But it's just the flu right?

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Mar 17, 2013

Mar 17, 2013 at 11:21 PM UTC

damaged

Just the flu right?

My parents think it's just the flu. I guess it could be if love could get you sick. I feel queasy all the time. I can't keep food down. I'm tired and my body aches. I tremble and shake. My head pounds and spins. But it's just the flu right? No I may be sick, but it is nothing that can be cured by a doctor. No amount of medicine can make this go away. There is no cure for the hole in my heart. **Do you know what it's like? I bet you haven't got the slightest clue.** Do you have any idea how hard it is to try to live with a hole in your heart? To lie on the floor screaming. Begging for the pain to stop. Before you know it, you're racing for the bathroom. Running to the toliet. Your stomach hurts from sobbing. Here comes dinner. I go back and curl up in bed. Tired and aching. Mom comes in and ask if she can do anything. I just tell her I do not feel well. Who knew love could make you so sick. I miss you. Every time I think of you; every word you say to me... it all just makes me sick. But it's just the flu right?

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I've tried to make a list Of the seven deadly sins Now pay very close attention To where this list begins The number one sin Much worse than them all Is never marry a woman Til you meet your mother-in-law The number two sin Is almost just as bad Never say, "Who's the father?" When you become a dad The number three sin Is probably very well known Never forget your magazine When going to the throne The number four sin Unless you've hidden the bat Never tell your wife She might be getting fat The number five sin When it's time to watch the super bowl Never let your chick flick wife Get the remote control The number six sin And this one I'll repeat Before you leave the bathroom Put down the toliet seat The number seven sin Last but certainly not least Never tell you wife Your paycheck has increased If you commit just one of these Not only will you fail But life is over as you know it For she'll make your life pure, well, ( you know )

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Apr 21, 2010

Apr 21, 2010 at 11:40 AM UTC

larry-b

The 7 Deadly Sins

I've tried to make a list Of the seven deadly sins Now pay very close attention To where this list begins The number one sin Much worse than them all Is never marry a woman Til you meet your mother-in-law The number two sin Is almost just as bad Never say, "Who's the father?" When you become a dad The number three sin Is probably very well known Never forget your magazine When going to the throne The number four sin Unless you've hidden the bat Never tell your wife She might be getting fat The number five sin When it's time to watch the super bowl Never let your chick flick wife Get the remote control The number six sin And this one I'll repeat Before you leave the bathroom Put down the toliet seat The number seven sin Last but certainly not least Never tell you wife Your paycheck has increased If you commit just one of these Not only will you fail But life is over as you know it For she'll make your life pure, well, ( you know )

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T'was the night before Christmas The kids were in bed Dreaming of Santa All dressed up in red The wife was upstairs Wrapping gifts in our room I was watching old Scrooge In old London gloom when out of the blue there was a knock at the door I leapt from the couch and i slipped on the floor i answered the knock i still got there quick and to my surprise there stood St. Nick "Please, sir I pray" "may I enter through here" "My stomach is churning" "an explosion is near" I pointed the way first door on the right Santa went off To relieve himself right My wife came downstairs She asked 'bout the knock I said go upstairs She'd think my tale was a crock The bathroom door opened Santa came out Then he told me the tale Of what this all was about "All of these houses" "with warm milk and cookies" "get my gut growling" "like a room full of wookies" "Soy, two percent" "almond and skim" "all mixed together" "the result is quite grim" "It started to churn" "and I was getting quite frantic" "I was just coming in" "from above the Atlantic" "Most years it's fine" "But, this soy...never try it" "it should really be banned" "not put in one's diet" "Do you mind if I sit" "for a while just in case" "I've got more houses to hit" "And it will be a race" My wife stood quite still In fact she'd not said a word Imagine your toliet downstairs Home to dear Santa's **** I offered a drink Something to settle him down He said thanks, but begged off And he gave a slight frown "I've got to get going" "Time stops just so long" "Thanks for your help" "It could have all gone so wrong" He filled up our stockings He called his reindeer by name "I'll bypass the chimney and I'll leave as I came" I looked at my wife We both said "oh well" I mean when you take it all in Just who could we tell? So, in future please listen take a second and think It could end up quite bad don't leave him soy milk to drink

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Oct 29, 2017

Oct 29, 2017 at 10:20 PM UTC

roger-turner

santa's situation

T'was the night before Christmas The kids were in bed Dreaming of Santa All dressed up in red The wife was upstairs Wrapping gifts in our room I was watching old Scrooge In old London gloom when out of the blue there was a knock at the door I leapt from the couch and i slipped on the floor i answered the knock i still got there quick and to my surprise there stood St. Nick "Please, sir I pray" "may I enter through here" "My stomach is churning" "an explosion is near" I pointed the way first door on the right Santa went off To relieve himself right My wife came downstairs She asked 'bout the knock I said go upstairs She'd think my tale was a crock The bathroom door opened Santa came out Then he told me the tale Of what this all was about "All of these houses" "with warm milk and cookies" "get my gut growling" "like a room full of wookies" "Soy, two percent" "almond and skim" "all mixed together" "the result is quite grim" "It started to churn" "and I was getting quite frantic" "I was just coming in" "from above the Atlantic" "Most years it's fine" "But, this soy...never try it" "it should really be banned" "not put in one's diet" "Do you mind if I sit" "for a while just in case" "I've got more houses to hit" "And it will be a race" My wife stood quite still In fact she'd not said a word Imagine your toliet downstairs Home to dear Santa's **** I offered a drink Something to settle him down He said thanks, but begged off And he gave a slight frown "I've got to get going" "Time stops just so long" "Thanks for your help" "It could have all gone so wrong" He filled up our stockings He called his reindeer by name "I'll bypass the chimney and I'll leave as I came" I looked at my wife We both said "oh well" I mean when you take it all in Just who could we tell? So, in future please listen take a second and think It could end up quite bad don't leave him soy milk to drink

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You're wasting your breath Just standing there finding another reason to ***** at me- After inferring a ***** onto me, when I said I wasn't feeling up to go out, You nag on my driving, When I'm the one driving you around, So find another reason to ***** at me- If nagging me about not putting the toliet paper roll on the hook helps you sleep better, Okay. But let's remember whose going.

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Jun 9, 2014

Jun 9, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC

keele-grace

Are you seriously ******** at me for not putting the toilet paper on the dispenser?

You're wasting your breath Just standing there finding another reason to ***** at me- After inferring a ***** onto me, when I said I wasn't feeling up to go out, You nag on my driving, When I'm the one driving you around, So find another reason to ***** at me- If nagging me about not putting the toliet paper roll on the hook helps you sleep better, Okay. But let's remember whose going.

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Wrestle to find the light switch Dancing can't find the light switch **** this unzip ahhhhh oh **** forgot to lift the toliet seat up

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Jan 31, 2013

Jan 31, 2013 at 2:34 AM UTC

jam-rock

******* in the dark

Wrestle to find the light switch Dancing can't find the light switch **** this unzip ahhhhh oh **** forgot to lift the toliet seat up

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Lips be the knife Because your arms Are scarred enough And words the sting **** them and let them bleed Resort to your tongue The voice you were blessed with Money flying out of your parents pockets They work and live and cry because Who knows where you are Even when you're just in your bedroom Therapist voice is the only thing you hear In nightmares and through earbuds You are deaf to music and compliments I am the Positive Influence You agree when I say things will be okay But have you heard me hurl my dinner Into the toliet lately? The only thing I'm influencing is a heavy mind You don't use what you've learned That is your fault And when we are laying Next to one another I hear you breathe I wish I never met you And when the sun shakes us You kiss me.

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Jan 5, 2014

Jan 5, 2014 at 1:05 AM UTC

herenow

?

Lips be the knife Because your arms Are scarred enough And words the sting **** them and let them bleed Resort to your tongue The voice you were blessed with Money flying out of your parents pockets They work and live and cry because Who knows where you are Even when you're just in your bedroom Therapist voice is the only thing you hear In nightmares and through earbuds You are deaf to music and compliments I am the Positive Influence You agree when I say things will be okay But have you heard me hurl my dinner Into the toliet lately? The only thing I'm influencing is a heavy mind You don't use what you've learned That is your fault And when we are laying Next to one another I hear you breathe I wish I never met you And when the sun shakes us You kiss me.

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whispering shadows lean in for a hear a little whimper as down falls a tear why do people constantly **** on me are they searching for something more beyond the green pastures of safety do they see something i had missed i feel comfort in myself that it causes others to seek discomfort am i so in self tuned that it makes me seem so out of equalibrium i dont blame people who are mean to me a toliet is made to be **** in a punching bag gets punched a soccer ball gets kicked a staircase gets stepped on a door is made to be closed if i wasnt so busy opening the door maybe one day ill know to close it time to flush the toliet

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Jan 20, 2016

Jan 20, 2016 at 11:28 PM UTC

chris-7

time to flush

whispering shadows lean in for a hear a little whimper as down falls a tear why do people constantly **** on me are they searching for something more beyond the green pastures of safety do they see something i had missed i feel comfort in myself that it causes others to seek discomfort am i so in self tuned that it makes me seem so out of equalibrium i dont blame people who are mean to me a toliet is made to be **** in a punching bag gets punched a soccer ball gets kicked a staircase gets stepped on a door is made to be closed if i wasnt so busy opening the door maybe one day ill know to close it time to flush the toliet

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My head feels like it's wrapped in cling film I'm ******** noise Bob like a boat on the sea of atmosphere There's a man vomiting in the cubixal nextdoor Things can only be described as hot and sweaty and blurry I'm in a different toliet, someone has work at 11 tomorrow poor guy, this one is nice and bright and there's a coat hanger, I'm going to re-enter the cesspool of ducked ppl Turns there is a hangover in here but it's taking me too long to write that so I'm gonna go peeps are waiting Number 3 and I'm dancing round to he stall Had a bit of drink and almost threw up Recovery in my box of safety and alas! I depart

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Mar 31, 2019

Mar 31, 2019 at 4:37 PM UTC

RJP

Dance like your brain's about to flood

My head feels like it's wrapped in cling film I'm ******** noise Bob like a boat on the sea of atmosphere There's a man vomiting in the cubixal nextdoor Things can only be described as hot and sweaty and blurry I'm in a different toliet, someone has work at 11 tomorrow poor guy, this one is nice and bright and there's a coat hanger, I'm going to re-enter the cesspool of ducked ppl Turns there is a hangover in here but it's taking me too long to write that so I'm gonna go peeps are waiting Number 3 and I'm dancing round to he stall Had a bit of drink and almost threw up Recovery in my box of safety and alas! I depart

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there was beauty in her heart and in a heartbeat it was gone your breathing was too heavy and your hands were too strong the bruises she left on your neck were like reminders of a disease you vomited down her parents toliet she still kissed you on the cheek your skin felt so ***** you scrubbed until you scraped it all away now you walk around like a ghost hoping you're not seen you keep apologising to her even in your sleep

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Mar 31, 2014

Mar 31, 2014 at 2:05 PM UTC

storms

2011

there was beauty in her heart and in a heartbeat it was gone your breathing was too heavy and your hands were too strong the bruises she left on your neck were like reminders of a disease you vomited down her parents toliet she still kissed you on the cheek your skin felt so ***** you scrubbed until you scraped it all away now you walk around like a ghost hoping you're not seen you keep apologising to her even in your sleep

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SNICK The blade snaps open, the serrated jagged metal and blinding yellow plastic handle My salvation, my knight in yellow armor. Metal cold and unforgiving meeting the innocent flesh just below my knee, the back of my calf. Slow painful cuts cutting to the beats of my breaking heart Blood a pulsing living thing weeping out of the cuts running down my leg Crying the pain I feel inside Remembering their joyous laughter turns slow to furious slashing as tears streak down my face cutting deeper and deeper with every touch of the blade The tears freeze as the pain becomes blinding Close the blade, tuck it away, My leg a maze of angry weeping showing the feelings I feel inside showing the feelings I'm to afraid to admit out loud. Take a piece of toliet paper and clean up the mess Exit the bathroom stall, stand infront of the mirror Put on my eyeliner, gloss up my lips. Plaster on a bright smile. Exit the bathroom all together Walk to my cubicle, sit at my desk. Log on to my work station with that smile still on my face.

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Jan 23, 2015

Jan 23, 2015 at 4:19 PM UTC

fenix-Flight

The Cutting Stall

SNICK The blade snaps open, the serrated jagged metal and blinding yellow plastic handle My salvation, my knight in yellow armor. Metal cold and unforgiving meeting the innocent flesh just below my knee, the back of my calf. Slow painful cuts cutting to the beats of my breaking heart Blood a pulsing living thing weeping out of the cuts running down my leg Crying the pain I feel inside Remembering their joyous laughter turns slow to furious slashing as tears streak down my face cutting deeper and deeper with every touch of the blade The tears freeze as the pain becomes blinding Close the blade, tuck it away, My leg a maze of angry weeping showing the feelings I feel inside showing the feelings I'm to afraid to admit out loud. Take a piece of toliet paper and clean up the mess Exit the bathroom stall, stand infront of the mirror Put on my eyeliner, gloss up my lips. Plaster on a bright smile. Exit the bathroom all together Walk to my cubicle, sit at my desk. Log on to my work station with that smile still on my face.

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