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wendy ou Jun 2015

wendy

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wnedy is a FLAGPOLE
SHE IS A hagpole
a hhorsepole maybe tooooo
does she go poo??????????

wnedy is a pigpole
SHE IS A hagpole
a hhorsepole maybe tooooo
does she go poo??????????

yes im inspired

Big Virge Oct 2014

"People Like You" … A Poem written by Big Virge 1/11//2007

So, what is it ... with ... ???
PEOPLE LIKE YOU ... !?!
who think they're slick ...
but ... act the fool ... !!!

Well, here's my view
your moves are crude
as well as ... lewd ...

In fact I ... Think ... ?
it's fair to say ...
you're the, "Weakest Link" ...
in a ... Paper Chain ... !!!

Making claims ... and ...
Calling names ...
as if your words ...
are well observed

when ... clearly YOU ...
are living proof ...
that fools refuse to ...
face the ... TRUTH ... !?!

Instead they choose
to hurl ... abuse ...
when those not dumb ...
start to ... "Question" ... ???

Moves they make
that prove they're fake ....

They make false claims
without a case ... ?
which is a mistake ...
they should not make ...

So ... why is it ... ???
that they resist ...
things that they ...
should choose to ...
...... " Enlist " ....... !?!

Like .......................

Knowing when
they should accept
that their nonsense has .....
.... " No Defence " ......

When a man presents
Good Common Sense
they should reject
BiggING UP ... their chests
under false pretense ...
and making threats
to make things tense ...

Because ... in the end
when they reflect
at home alone ...
things they have said
will fill their heads
with thoughts of stress
they can't deflect ... !!!

But many I guess ... ?
will still deny
to face the lies
inside their mind

Lying to yourself ...
proves you need help ... !!!!!

People Like You ....
have got ... "ISSUES" ... !!!!!

I've got some toooo ... !!!
Believe, that's true ...

but ... not the type
that insights fights
inside my mind
or .... otherwise ....

I deal with mine ...
every time I write
about termites ...
of the Human Kind ... !!!!!!

Oh & face to face ...
I'm just the same ...
I choose to engage ...
rather than show rage ...

Engage with brains
that can relate
and ... conversate ...
on ... "Higher Planes" ...

Do you get what i'm saying ...?
If your answer is ... NO ...

What you are displaying ...
is ... " Ignorance " ... bro ....

People Like You ...

accept the road ...
to the "Dark Hado" ... !!!

A road that goes ...
to down below ...
where darkness GroWS ...
from ... "Devilish Roots" ...

PEOPLE LIKE YOU ... !!!!!
PEOPLE ... like you ... !!!!!

Can anyone school ...?
People ... like you ...

Well, my answer is no ...
and that's no joke ... !!!

but ... at the end of the day ...
I guess many would say ...
that they have to live Tooooo ... !!!!!!!
cos that's just the way ....

of .........

"People Like You"

Those with no manners
and NO ... Common Sense ...

The type ... Dr. Banners ...
Hulk Up ... to Distress ...!!!
and ... bring war like Thor ... !!!
with Hammers for heads ... !!!

Yes ... Heads like YOURS ... !!!!
A shark with no jaws ... !!!!!!

As usual ... your flaws ...
will bring your downfall ...

See ... it's people like you
who end up on all fours ...
spread out ... like a ***** ...
because of ... abuse ...
that they choose to use ...

Now ... I'm NOT about that ...
but like Terminators ...
Believe ... "I'll be back !!!" ...
if you play the Hater ...
when i'm chatting ... Facts ...

See it's people like you ...
I'm talking about ...

Those who exude ...
what comes out down south
usually when ...
They Open their mouths ...

Eeeeuuuwww .... !!!!!!!!!!!

It's people like YOU son ...
People ... like ... YOU ... !!!!!!

What should man do huh ... ?

with .......

People ... Like ... You ... !?!?!?!

We all know one or two !!!

#lies #people #denial #issues #jaws #thor #terminator

Simon Oct 2019

Bones Stinging with Rusted Edges

Stinging with rage! The skeleton would say. Not figuring out anything if never having layers is a good thing. Why must I have an upkeep in social deficiencies, if I can’t learn myself enough? The skeleton contemplated extensively. I’m too gray! Too…Tooooo… Poised! Being poised is a dampening effect. One revolutionizing logic without circumstance. Circumstance without valid reasons to erupt circumstantial balance. Deeming to involve constraints upon your own systems processes. Strife filling into those processes. Putting a bony skeletal hand to its bony chin. I’m a skeleton. I’m all strife! My bones don’t just sting. They rust! RUST!!! It said yelling with two skeletal arms moving clenching bony fists in the air. Try having rusted edges without completing desirable functions! Releasing edges without rust involved. I move one step, and SNAP! OOPS! Edges be screaming my velocities down the rut! Velocities pit my joints moving with other joints in an unbalanced poised expression. Poised is great. Having good flexible positions in the making. Except for the fact I sent the rusted edges. Which once again, is a catch of being too POISED! Maybe I should have asked for layers when wanting to become poised? But without favor. Favor of not having to worry about any deficiencies. Self deficiencies? It said opening it’s mouth wide. More like social deficiencies! I can’t go anywhere feeling my form is off completely! Skeletal arms in the air while staring up into the atmosphere. Mouth still open wide. What do I DOOOOO???!!! All the sudden, the skeletons stinging edges started to rust more. Huh?! Looking down at its skeletal body. Surprised and a little alarmed. The skeleton notices it wasn’t thinking. Since you sometimes don’t realize you just started thinking without one’s volition. The rusted edges were thinking. Or something sizzling with charisma? Charisma with claim, purpose, and factual statements. I don’t, UHHHHHHHH!!! Pausing deeply. Feeling something burn with rage! The stinging…! It’s getting more intense. I-I, I can’t stop myself from feeling it too much! It wants to envelope me. Wait? The skeleton stops. The stinging stopped all together. Not feeling the burning rage anymore. Whoa! Weird. W-what just happened? Sizzling effort of rust kept on thinking with sizzling charisma. OHHH! I get it now. The skeleton retracting its movements back to its original posture. I’m freaking out! Calling for what it seems to be. I’m detracting my own surface from its original desire. Bony hand against its chin. A claim without focus. The skeleton snaps it’s bony fingers. Feeling the sting rupture between rusted joints sizzling with claim, purpose, and factual statements. Away from the thinking. The skeleton seeing it’s joints become more flexible as two of it’s bony finger tips made contact with one another. Seeing is believing after all. It said smiling wide. Feeling the rusted edges absorb it’s smile into it’s thinking base. More stinging raised multiple alarms along the entire bone structure. The skeleton shook violently! Not feeling despair, concern or fear. But warmth. Warmth giving it an excitability it never sought out before. Probably because it never had to. Until now. I think my social deficiencies will start disappearing now. Feeling calmer. Along with my perfect poise that only existed in this bone structuring stage. I’m awaiting something newer. More affordable now that I’m beginning to understand.

How I would feel when moving without contempt for my own volatile commands. Making myself think being stuck in a rut for too long, was actually a good thing. How wrong was I.

#self #truth #thoughts #feelings #emotions #choice #pain #misery

Steven Hutchison Mar 2012

Colorful

orange like beeeee
careful beeeeee
cautious beeeeeee
irrationally aware
of the world around you

red like tooooo
night toooooo
stop tooooooo
hesitant when the moment
calls for action

blue like weeeee
were weeeeee
aren't weeeeeee
are drowning
in oceanic air

Lynda Kerby May 2014

a silly memory

when Colton was a wee one
and his brothers got 4 more french fries on their plate than he did
or a really cool toy for their birthday that he wanted
or some other perceived injustice
he would yell at the top of his lungs, "Mom! That's TOO fair! That is just TOOOOO fair!!!!"

Jaspal Kaur May 2017

Millions Of Everything

Millions of hearts,but each having different kinda feelings...
Some full of love n some just with nerves n blood....
Millions of brains,each having its own kinda thought process....
Smart brains rule the world while duffer ones ruled by others...
Millions of hands,but doers of different deeds.....
Some are helping hands while others are just fr snatching....
Millions of feet,each pair moving with its own pace...
Some towards heaven while other towards hell....
Life life life......
Such a complex as well as simple concept...and on. the other hand...
WE...the great creation of god known as humans...never live in present always think about past n tooooo worried about future....
Millions of tensions,sorrows,worries have ruined our brain to such a extent that we have forgot to live life....

#4

My first piece of writing

#firstpoem

Mr Xelle Nov 2021

Isn’t it something…

Isn’t that something?
They know nothing..
When you wink at me dude….man that’s something
When you text me “come thru”. Yeaa I’m coming.

Sitting court side barley 18, got his little brother on A team.
Just walked in but he can’t speak, so he sent a text saying “babe!”.
It’s a lot of faces around you, got a lot of people around me.
I keep looking up at you
he keeps checking up on me.

Man that something?!
They know nothing…
Sent a text “I love yoooou” dame you love me.
Sent a text “ dame me tooooo” now he’s smiling.

Sitting court side on the next seat,
Watch his little brother playing A- Team
Got alot of people around you
I got a lot of friends around me.
After the game ..just @ me
Baseball field come kiss me

I got something..
you came with nothing..
You keep holding me dude…man that’s something.
We got nothing to prove….man that’s something.

Smothered Divine Sep 2020

Birthday

A rose, everblooming.
Petals swelling around their base.
Bounded by a timeline,
We sway and I bite down on a kiss.
Busted, bruised, swelling and pink.
My heart pounds itself out, aching, running a mile a minute.
A tear slips through my dry, brick wall features.
Dust in the wind, for I am as alone as I came into this world.

My phone starts to ring, and it's you and only you.
"Happy birthday to you!".
You call me by our name;
A Rose by any other name...
Except with you, I'm a rose in a sea of blue.
Skies as bright as sapphires, clouds as soft as silk.
I make a wish, I blow it out.
My tears dry up; My soul is a drought.
I'm found. I love your voice. It cradles and cares for me,
My leaves shed.

I love you. Remember that, too.
You're my first and my last-

"-Happy birthdayyyy tooooo yoouuuuuu! I love you, Rose."

And I love you, too.

Happy Birthday to me<3
Love you, Ryelee. I'm tired as **** in my classes but I'm beyond happy you called.

Nellie 55 Feb 29

!Nope.

With the conversations, actions, and sins.
I've began to admire the scars from her skin. They told me stories, chills ran through me and I got cold.
Now I'm all alone.
Good riddance for that but still gonna miss the texts from my phone.
We detach ourselves with things that were tooooo toxic for us to get attached.
Now I'm on a trip to seek myself again.
******* for causing my feels to be open.
I'll be ****** if I allowed your scars and fresh wounds to cause me to be broken.
If I'm a excuse, I hope blood don't drop out of a deep end. *** is my self harm, maybe you should try it. Beats having open thighs with a half slit wrist. I guess it's good that I never gave you a good bye kiss.

Nellie 55 Jun 11

Disturbed

Was it meant to hurt?
I'm covered with paranoia,
I feel so absurd.
Anxiety high, comfort far below.
Tooooo much doubt.
No confidence.
Lost & nervous.
Stuck in my head again, I don't think I can be this broken again.
But I'm what most call
"Disturbed"

— The End —