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"tryptophan" poems
I've gorged my insides outside Stuffed them full of tryptophan and solidarity in this plague Dripped acid on my laced lungs To hold some type of shape to their lackluster position Stitch my teeth on paper airplanes Promise your little girl you'll send her to the moon The sky The stars The dentist to fix her broken teeth To tape kisses on her open wounds It was never enough to wake me when you left Because I was right And we were all falling down As our youth was shot up Fill my bones with your time, let these clocks rip my eyelids off So all I can see is you walking away Wearing my last love letter on your palms Go, fly, be on the moon I'll meet you there in a few
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Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 2:39 AM UTC
Meet Me On The Moon
My darling tryptophan Tired glances exchanged through a tasty veil White or dark has never been more important The lights of night shine bright tonight for it is a sight unseen of holes so sweet Buy the holes my love my love Darling tryptophane shall we sleep together tonight? Embraced in a sloppy napkin hug Cloth sliding on the floor Dog eating those that we don’t want Making by with the turkey fry Wasted what was not wanted
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Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 12:52 AM UTC
A Delightful Treat
mashing brains like potatoes, add a little salt to bring out the flavour castrate the scientist in your head and bring back the magic
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Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 8:23 PM UTC
tryptophan
Tryptophan, Turkey comas On a stuffed stomach, Chock full of dreams Button bursting insight So much food So much family So much joy So much to be thankful for Thankful Not to be dead, To be enjoying life Here on Earth Thankful Not to be poor, To be able afford The comforts in life Thankful Not to be alone, To have friends and family Helping to guide me Stuffed Sprawled on the couch Realizing how much I have Realizing it could all be Gone within a blink. Thankfully, I’m here Thankfully I’m alright.
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Dec 24, 2010
Dec 24, 2010 at 7:14 AM UTC
Stuffed
i look to the sky and find myself amongst the star(s o softly breathing, i wish i could inhale thee) i mold their skins made of reaction after reaction after re(energize)action i hold hydrogen in my rough palm until the cold fire burns twin holes through my hand(s tuck together with dripping plasma opals that i wrap about Night's neck with tender finger)s o speakth The Lord i look to the sky hoping to find myself amongst the light of sweet star(s low and bright) but i find myself within black holes drinking all my hopes until they're re(purposed) duced to nothing mere (wo)man can see i'd cry but tears fail to f a l l in space - serving only to blind you
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Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 2:03 AM UTC
Tryptophan Induced Musings
Im a courtisan of cortisone I dream in adrenal tones caught in thrall of them all Im a dope fiend for my dopamine but oxytocin is the belle of the ball if only I could find some more to score
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Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC
oxytoxic (tripping on tryptophan)
Dear Mr. One-In-A-Billion I'm one of the billion trying to get some of your billions but I'm just part of the sum of your billions. I'm the one in your pocket with only ones in my pocket avoiding guns and rockets that came from your pocket. You keep a gun to my head by putting guns in my head with the guns you have led bringing guns to a head. I became your captive you're a velocicaptor commercial raptor with a manner didactic to mandate moralistic methods of capture. When I ask you to stop I'm thwarted by cops when I ask you to go I'm thwarted by no's. You tell us to fly when you know that we're hurt you say it's the sky when we know that it's dirt you give us a tie when all we have is a shirt until the day we die and no longer have worth. You providers provide petite provisions then dastardly deride demographic divisions parading pride parroting patriotism but the parrots died during the schism. You don't trust me because of my bank account I don't trust you because of your body count you don't care because your banks can't be counted I care too much because every body counts. Monopoly is a boar's game the banker controls the board the banker determines the gored and property determines the score. For equality we must equalize our equity and make austerity analogous to antiquity allowing annihilation of our antipathies so we can delete deficit driving deficiencies. We need charity baked into the system so parity will be caked onto our vision so we can stop worrying about cheddar and give our cheese to the beggars but you're the only baker around with a shop full of dough that you throw into the oven to feed us sugarcoated lies. Please stop feeding us tryptophan through avenues like Instagram or other similar brands infecting culture with a businessman until we're business ****** except for a select few one of whom is you and your billionaire brood.
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Jul 23, 2023
Jul 23, 2023 at 6:46 PM UTC
Dear Mr. Billion
Dear Mr. One-In-A-Billion I'm one of the billion trying to get some of your billions but I'm just part of the sum of your billions. I'm the one in your pocket with only ones in my pocket avoiding guns and rockets that came from your pocket. You keep a gun to my head by putting guns in my head with the guns you have led bringing guns to a head. I became your captive you're a velocicaptor commercial raptor with a manner didactic to mandate moralistic methods of capture. When I ask you to stop I'm thwarted by cops when I ask you to go I'm thwarted by no's. You tell us to fly when you know that we're hurt you say it's the sky when we know that it's dirt you give us a tie when all we have is a shirt until the day we die and no longer have worth. You providers provide petite provisions then dastardly deride demographic divisions parading pride parroting patriotism but the parrots died during the schism. You don't trust me because of my bank account I don't trust you because of your body count you don't care because your banks can't be counted I care too much because every body counts. Monopoly is a boar's game the banker controls the board the banker determines the gored and property determines the score. For equality we must equalize our equity and make austerity analogous to antiquity allowing annihilation of our antipathies so we can delete deficit driving deficiencies. We need charity baked into the system so parity will be caked onto our vision so we can stop worrying about cheddar and give our cheese to the beggars but you're the only baker around with a shop full of dough that you throw into the oven to feed us sugarcoated lies. Please stop feeding us tryptophan through avenues like Instagram or other similar brands infecting culture with a businessman until we're business ****** except for a select few one of whom is you and your billionaire brood.
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In the viscous ichor of tryptophan Steal me away for a moment Lead my endless toes Eyes behind a waving fan In an empty ballroom, paired electron share our energetic light In the everlasting yearning mind With regal flow you go Silk water against the door Dream of me you sweet pea Soon again with you I'll be It hates for me to see you go a fake alone particulate door Dream of you far past adieu And yet let no man aware of thee.
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Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 12:06 AM UTC
Waltz No.2
tryptophan and cream gently whispering, “goodnight” be even. be whole.
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Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 12:06 PM UTC
warm milk
We’re all born in the same place Ourselves And we all run the same race To hell Born into a world already turning My feet start urgently burning Before my brain begins churning I ignore what I’m learning For my movement yearning Now that I’m of a reactionary fashion It’s time for social interaction I’m told to pick a faction That’ll be my infallible bastion I’ll defend with blind passion My need to know more Brought the conquistador Who had the keys to my door With no reason implored He beat me to the floor He comes from society To check my propriety Conquering through anxiety Or straight up fighting me Until the pain starts piling From his constant defiling I’ve made a million mistakes So I don’t deserve any breaks But all he does is take Everything at stake My life he shakes To make me fake Through the storm He screams conform Until my soul is torn After I adorn His demon horns I adopted his impersonal sensation So to avoid my temptations I commit self immolation For the hellish integration Of society’s placation But he keeps demanding more He keeps demanding war And me to be ****** Until I’m not sure If I can be cured Or even endure When they obscure The path of the pure With their malice lure The safety of sedating Keeps me from hating So life becomes waiting Avoiding their blading And incision trading Which is why I’m delaying And the conquistador is staying I can’t wake up After I ate up The tryptophan Cryptogram Sold to man Turning ****** On the lamb From the sham Of Uncle Sam
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Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 5:10 PM UTC
Conquistador
We’re all born in the same place Ourselves And we all run the same race To hell Born into a world already turning My feet start urgently burning Before my brain begins churning I ignore what I’m learning For my movement yearning Now that I’m of a reactionary fashion It’s time for social interaction I’m told to pick a faction That’ll be my infallible bastion I’ll defend with blind passion My need to know more Brought the conquistador Who had the keys to my door With no reason implored He beat me to the floor He comes from society To check my propriety Conquering through anxiety Or straight up fighting me Until the pain starts piling From his constant defiling I’ve made a million mistakes So I don’t deserve any breaks But all he does is take Everything at stake My life he shakes To make me fake Through the storm He screams conform Until my soul is torn After I adorn His demon horns I adopted his impersonal sensation So to avoid my temptations I commit self immolation For the hellish integration Of society’s placation But he keeps demanding more He keeps demanding war And me to be ****** Until I’m not sure If I can be cured Or even endure When they obscure The path of the pure With their malice lure The safety of sedating Keeps me from hating So life becomes waiting Avoiding their blading And incision trading Which is why I’m delaying And the conquistador is staying I can’t wake up After I ate up The tryptophan Cryptogram Sold to man Turning ****** On the lamb From the sham Of Uncle Sam
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Lawrence Hall [email protected]   https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/ poeticdrivel.blogspot.com                 Tryptophan Dreams after Thanksgiving Dinner                       (channeling our inner Dorothy Parker) Sleepy now, from excess of meat and cup But unlike the poor turkey, we will wake up!
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Nov 26, 2021
Nov 26, 2021 at 8:24 AM UTC
Trytophan Dreams after Thanksgiving Dinner
Do I capitalize the g in God? I guess my answer is self evident I don't think I need to dot my i's To receive God's love But he also wants me to mind my p's and q's So I can know His word And understand His scripture But society's an encryptor Feeding me tryptophan Until this cryptogram Leaves me ****** By turning the Bible into a crossword puzzle My only chance to prosper is muddled
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Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 5:00 PM UTC
Muddled