"urgh" poems - Hello Poetry

. what's the difference between thieves, and magicians? not much... both have quick hands... and an awake, yet asleep public communal presence... the thief has a public of the victim, and the c.c.t.v. "stage"... the magician? has a public of the crowd, and the "dajjal" stage of a camera replenishing a concept of: not enough public... thieves and magicians are bedfellows... you allow one to flourish... the antithesis will come along, and in an indiscriminate fashion... allow the "magic" / "thieving" to take place... what is a magician, a public figure... compared... to a thief? i can't see the difference... the audience was fooled by the magician... the individual was fooled by the thief... are they... so much unlike each other? magicians can own a theater stage... thieves, sometimes... just sometimes... own the, basic... pointlessness of english c.c.t.v. mechanics, to make police officers make: a follow-up investigation... oh, but i have genius interrogation practices... no one wants to listen to... like 10 hours straights of listening to stefan molyneux... or 48 hours, sleep deprived... listening to BBC 24 hour news reels... that **** could crack anyone... what the americans did to the Iraqis? last time i heard... they blasted the slayer oeuvre down headphones into their ears... Americans... feeding conquered Iraqis with a slayer oeuvre? BRAVO! BRAVO! ENCORE! and didn't the encore come? ******* retards... crows feeding seagull chicks with sinew and regurgitated scavenger meat! if only they played them some Bach... i'm pretty sure... the Iraqis would still be left... disorientated... but the American army "interrogators"... ha ha! played them the slayer oeuvre! WEE-TARDS! anyone... and i mean anyone: will relieve themselves as being "tortured": doubly charged up, and ready to ingest hyper-coffee in the form of the Luftwaffe tactic of ingesting amphetamines (pervitin) - night-raids... the londoonoirnischt blitz, sloth krieg... ya ya yawn... urgh... burp... and always... those poncy - english, gay, aristocratic men... and their... psychotropic women... so what's the difference between a common thief... and a spectacle magician? one "owns" cctv footage, the other owns a stage... yet both share a: quicksilver take on, what cannot be interpreted in either handwriting or stenography... hmm... can't be sure whether both could be considered legal.

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Jul 31, 2018

Jul 31, 2018 at 12:16 AM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

thieves & magicians

. what's the difference between thieves, and magicians? not much... both have quick hands... and an awake, yet asleep public communal presence... the thief has a public of the victim, and the c.c.t.v. "stage"... the magician? has a public of the crowd, and the "dajjal" stage of a camera replenishing a concept of: not enough public... thieves and magicians are bedfellows... you allow one to flourish... the antithesis will come along, and in an indiscriminate fashion... allow the "magic" / "thieving" to take place... what is a magician, a public figure... compared... to a thief? i can't see the difference... the audience was fooled by the magician... the individual was fooled by the thief... are they... so much unlike each other? magicians can own a theater stage... thieves, sometimes... just sometimes... own the, basic... pointlessness of english c.c.t.v. mechanics, to make police officers make: a follow-up investigation... oh, but i have genius interrogation practices... no one wants to listen to... like 10 hours straights of listening to stefan molyneux... or 48 hours, sleep deprived... listening to BBC 24 hour news reels... that **** could crack anyone... what the americans did to the Iraqis? last time i heard... they blasted the slayer oeuvre down headphones into their ears... Americans... feeding conquered Iraqis with a slayer oeuvre? BRAVO! BRAVO! ENCORE! and didn't the encore come? ******* retards... crows feeding seagull chicks with sinew and regurgitated scavenger meat! if only they played them some Bach... i'm pretty sure... the Iraqis would still be left... disorientated... but the American army "interrogators"... ha ha! played them the slayer oeuvre! WEE-TARDS! anyone... and i mean anyone: will relieve themselves as being "tortured": doubly charged up, and ready to ingest hyper-coffee in the form of the Luftwaffe tactic of ingesting amphetamines (pervitin) - night-raids... the londoonoirnischt blitz, sloth krieg... ya ya yawn... urgh... burp... and always... those poncy - english, gay, aristocratic men... and their... psychotropic women... so what's the difference between a common thief... and a spectacle magician? one "owns" cctv footage, the other owns a stage... yet both share a: quicksilver take on, what cannot be interpreted in either handwriting or stenography... hmm... can't be sure whether both could be considered legal.

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My life will not revolve around another man no good for me I deserve a kind hearted man who buys me flowers chocolates hearts and vanilla ice cream I deserve to be able to cut myself off without glances whispers looks He should know how I work how I think and feel because he thinks the same I should not have to fight myself to stay away It should be easier No. I’m lying is this what love feels like?

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Feb 26, 2014

Feb 26, 2014 at 9:02 AM UTC

kay-peebles

Urgh

My life will not revolve around another man no good for me I deserve a kind hearted man who buys me flowers chocolates hearts and vanilla ice cream I deserve to be able to cut myself off without glances whispers looks He should know how I work how I think and feel because he thinks the same I should not have to fight myself to stay away It should be easier No. I’m lying is this what love feels like?

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I just hope that all of this living will be worth something in the end K R W

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Jan 6, 2016

Jan 6, 2016 at 6:27 PM UTC

kaatierosee

Urgh

I just hope that all of this living will be worth something in the end K R W

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I wish that one day I will write words that would pierce hearts and seem as if they were woven with magic touch lives and come alive I wish inspiration would come as easily as a bee is drawn to honey I wish urgh asdfghjkl I (hate) poetry.

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Jan 5, 2013

Jan 5, 2013 at 6:56 AM UTC

sofia-paderes

uninspired

I wish that one day I will write words that would pierce hearts and seem as if they were woven with magic touch lives and come alive I wish inspiration would come as easily as a bee is drawn to honey I wish urgh asdfghjkl I (hate) poetry.

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Its raining here and I couldn't help but think about you, even though I know you hate the rain. I always laughed at that, at how different we both were, at how much you used to hate the things I loved. I hadn't thought about you at all this week. but as I heard the spatter of raindrops against my window and your voice,unbidden,rang through my mind like a bell chime. again and again, saying “urgh, i hate the rain.” Isn't it weird? When that one thing you hate the most becomes that one thing to remind someone of you. I find it infinitely sad and infinitely funny at the same time. It makes me both; happy and sad. Making me want to laugh and cry at the same time,because that’s what you did to me. You made me lose my balance. I used to think that, I could keep my sentiments restrained; You showed me that nobody could control their emotions. You showed me that opposites go really good together. You showed me an "us". You showed me the kind of love that could either raise the world to its full glory or burn it down to ashes. You showed me that there was a war inside each of us and that we had to fight it. You trained me, taught me how to fight the raging battle between the two sides of my own soul. And then the war came and I was smack in the middle of it, where you taught me to be. And I was on the battle ground, wounded, bleeding -- dying, loosing. And I looked back at you for help. I looked back. And never found you there. You were never there.

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Apr 21, 2014

Apr 21, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC

ghaniasohail

The Dark Clouds Roll In

Its raining here and I couldn't help but think about you, even though I know you hate the rain. I always laughed at that, at how different we both were, at how much you used to hate the things I loved. I hadn't thought about you at all this week. but as I heard the spatter of raindrops against my window and your voice,unbidden,rang through my mind like a bell chime. again and again, saying “urgh, i hate the rain.” Isn't it weird? When that one thing you hate the most becomes that one thing to remind someone of you. I find it infinitely sad and infinitely funny at the same time. It makes me both; happy and sad. Making me want to laugh and cry at the same time,because that’s what you did to me. You made me lose my balance. I used to think that, I could keep my sentiments restrained; You showed me that nobody could control their emotions. You showed me that opposites go really good together. You showed me an "us". You showed me the kind of love that could either raise the world to its full glory or burn it down to ashes. You showed me that there was a war inside each of us and that we had to fight it. You trained me, taught me how to fight the raging battle between the two sides of my own soul. And then the war came and I was smack in the middle of it, where you taught me to be. And I was on the battle ground, wounded, bleeding -- dying, loosing. And I looked back at you for help. I looked back. And never found you there. You were never there.

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urgh i'm so stressed my pile of work used to be so small just a few things but it grew and grew and grew it may fall on me when I thought it wouldn't get bigger, it did it's still growing it will never end its been two weeks I haven't made a dent my pile of work will never end

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Dec 3, 2013

Dec 3, 2013 at 10:17 PM UTC

apathy

pile of work to do

urgh i'm so stressed my pile of work used to be so small just a few things but it grew and grew and grew it may fall on me when I thought it wouldn't get bigger, it did it's still growing it will never end its been two weeks I haven't made a dent my pile of work will never end

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WHY AM I EVEN ******* ALIVE?! I can't do it anymore, I can't I can't... Urgh! The breakdowns, I DONT DESERVE THIS I am nothing I dont exist I mean nothing I dont matter I get nothing I dont care Please help me, what do I do I dont know anymore Im a mistake, a ***** up Useless Pathetic Good for nothing Everything I do is wrong, when I'm upset I get called angry When I try to defend my sadness I'm just angry I speak and it doesn't matter, why would it Don't I matter How I feel It doesnt feel like it Im not the only one I did it too Im wrong Stop doing this Stop doing that You dont do this You do that I CANT I CANT I CANT MY HEAD it SpiNs pLeASe sTOp the MaDNesS

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Jun 16, 2016

Jun 16, 2016 at 4:34 AM UTC

sparkticas

I'm Truly Sorry...

WHY AM I EVEN ******* ALIVE?! I can't do it anymore, I can't I can't... Urgh! The breakdowns, I DONT DESERVE THIS I am nothing I dont exist I mean nothing I dont matter I get nothing I dont care Please help me, what do I do I dont know anymore Im a mistake, a ***** up Useless Pathetic Good for nothing Everything I do is wrong, when I'm upset I get called angry When I try to defend my sadness I'm just angry I speak and it doesn't matter, why would it Don't I matter How I feel It doesnt feel like it Im not the only one I did it too Im wrong Stop doing this Stop doing that You dont do this You do that I CANT I CANT I CANT MY HEAD it SpiNs pLeASe sTOp the MaDNesS

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urgh unrequited love

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Apr 4, 2019

Apr 4, 2019 at 3:05 PM UTC

Hello? ... Hello? ... Oh! It works! It works! AHH, MY PLAN! It FINALLY works! Hello there, reader! Its nice to meet you! Finally, my bridge works. Hi! My name is Blue. Me and my friends- Oops.. My friends and I, Will tell you GREAT stories And they'll blow your MIND! Yellow's ones are the best, Moral and heart. Black's ones are scary, Any day, I'll take a pass. In fact, Black is logical. Terrifyingly precise. And Red ... Urgh, Red, We don't fit, Red and I. Okay, so anyway, My stories are nice? Let's say they're creative, Adventurous, in my eyes. So now that I'm done, This is my good bye. I hope to meet you In another special time.

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Aug 13, 2018

Aug 13, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC

An_Average_Writer

Blue's message - Hues (Part 1)

Hello? ... Hello? ... Oh! It works! It works! AHH, MY PLAN! It FINALLY works! Hello there, reader! Its nice to meet you! Finally, my bridge works. Hi! My name is Blue. Me and my friends- Oops.. My friends and I, Will tell you GREAT stories And they'll blow your MIND! Yellow's ones are the best, Moral and heart. Black's ones are scary, Any day, I'll take a pass. In fact, Black is logical. Terrifyingly precise. And Red ... Urgh, Red, We don't fit, Red and I. Okay, so anyway, My stories are nice? Let's say they're creative, Adventurous, in my eyes. So now that I'm done, This is my good bye. I hope to meet you In another special time.

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I read once that when we meet our soul mate we feel calm. At peace, at home. And I think that makes sense, I have always been an empty road, a drifting sea. And to find land, that would be my sou mate.

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Sep 28, 2014

Sep 28, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC

cassie-stoddard

Urgh. Tonight the words don't make sense

I read once that when we meet our soul mate we feel calm. At peace, at home. And I think that makes sense, I have always been an empty road, a drifting sea. And to find land, that would be my sou mate.

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Ok, let me get this straight.. actually no. I don't want it straight.. straight never went .. straight to what it's supposed to lead to Let me get this curved? maybe that would help then again.. curved is straight with a dent what if I have multiple d n s e t Then let me get this dented? ups and downs? urgh... de ja vu... Let me get this... now.. that's more like it ...

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Jun 25, 2018

Jun 25, 2018 at 4:23 AM UTC

maria-etre

Nowness of Things

Ok, let me get this straight.. actually no. I don't want it straight.. straight never went .. straight to what it's supposed to lead to Let me get this curved? maybe that would help then again.. curved is straight with a dent what if I have multiple d n s e t Then let me get this dented? ups and downs? urgh... de ja vu... Let me get this... now.. that's more like it ...

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5h30: First Alarm. Snooze. Urgh. Bed. 7h00: Awake. Running late. Hustle. 7h40: Traffic selfie. To long distance friends. Smile. 8h05: Work. Cheeky wink from work wife. "You look great" 12h00: Lunch. Rooftop Carpark The View. 17h30: Late afternoon coffee. Gym. Motivated. 19h30: Home. Dinner. Stuffed. 22h00: Bed. Find something to be Grateful for.

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Apr 21, 2018

Apr 21, 2018 at 6:27 PM UTC

theultravioletheart

Living

5h30: First Alarm. Snooze. Urgh. Bed. 7h00: Awake. Running late. Hustle. 7h40: Traffic selfie. To long distance friends. Smile. 8h05: Work. Cheeky wink from work wife. "You look great" 12h00: Lunch. Rooftop Carpark The View. 17h30: Late afternoon coffee. Gym. Motivated. 19h30: Home. Dinner. Stuffed. 22h00: Bed. Find something to be Grateful for.

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"Hello? Yes? Are you-" Hang up What? Hang up! No! Shut up, Sit down, Don't talk. Uhh... "Never mind, Sorry to bother, I'll just, Leave..." What the hell, Anxiety?! Just looking out, For what might happen, If you stumble or stutter, What would they think? Imagine! But if you do this, Every time I talk, I won't have anyone, To help me out! "Hey, we're having a party, Wanna come over and have fun?" "That would be great- " NO! WAIT! "But... Err, I have some work, That needs to be done" Again, really? Now what may the problem be? It's just, so many people! So much danger! Urgh, I hate you Anxiety.

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Jan 19, 2019

Jan 19, 2019 at 10:10 AM UTC

An_Average_Writer

Anxiety

"Hello? Yes? Are you-" Hang up What? Hang up! No! Shut up, Sit down, Don't talk. Uhh... "Never mind, Sorry to bother, I'll just, Leave..." What the hell, Anxiety?! Just looking out, For what might happen, If you stumble or stutter, What would they think? Imagine! But if you do this, Every time I talk, I won't have anyone, To help me out! "Hey, we're having a party, Wanna come over and have fun?" "That would be great- " NO! WAIT! "But... Err, I have some work, That needs to be done" Again, really? Now what may the problem be? It's just, so many people! So much danger! Urgh, I hate you Anxiety.

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