"visine" poems - Hello Poetry

tweakers tweakers everywhere. there's barely room to stand. little knots of junkies nod. i think they're with the band. ravers... rolling. round and round. chewing fruity gum. cokeheads chatting. chatting chatty chats. i feign i'm deaf and dumb. stoners take it all by calm. in need of nothing save visine. drinkers drink. until they puke. get sad or just plain mean. pill poppers pop to **** the pain. or relieve life's daily stress. remember! you can always do a little more but not a little less.

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Mar 19, 2014

Mar 19, 2014 at 7:44 AM UTC

beelzebub-jones

keep in mind

tweakers tweakers everywhere. there's barely room to stand. little knots of junkies nod. i think they're with the band. ravers... rolling. round and round. chewing fruity gum. cokeheads chatting. chatting chatty chats. i feign i'm deaf and dumb. stoners take it all by calm. in need of nothing save visine. drinkers drink. until they puke. get sad or just plain mean. pill poppers pop to **** the pain. or relieve life's daily stress. remember! you can always do a little more but not a little less.

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Blood splattered across the table Life personified in fables Mother goose fantasies Overshadowed reality Matter of fact Splatters are galaxies Stabilizing through Visine Bloodshot eyes Leaked tears Membrane lining Littered across the table

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Mar 24, 2013

Mar 24, 2013 at 8:02 AM UTC

timothy-brown

Terror (Kutisha)

Blood splattered across the table Life personified in fables Mother goose fantasies Overshadowed reality Matter of fact Splatters are galaxies Stabilizing through Visine Bloodshot eyes Leaked tears Membrane lining Littered across the table

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I hear Albert Einstein's eyeballs Are packed away in a lock box Somewhere in New York City Under golden key and lock I can't help but wonder About what it is he sees Stuffed in that darkened rectangular box For all of eternity Do they pull them out and dust them off Every now and then Let them look around without a sound A wink without a grin Are they kept inside a pickle jar Or do they roll around freely These are a few of the questions That keep confounding me Do they MC square as they sit there and stare Do they soak them in Visine They must dry out rather quickly With no way to possibly blink Why would they save Albert's eyeballs What could they possibly find Unless they just love the color Of the brown tint in his eyes

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Sep 4, 2014

Sep 4, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC

mike-hauser

Albert's Eyeballs

I hear Albert Einstein's eyeballs Are packed away in a lock box Somewhere in New York City Under golden key and lock I can't help but wonder About what it is he sees Stuffed in that darkened rectangular box For all of eternity Do they pull them out and dust them off Every now and then Let them look around without a sound A wink without a grin Are they kept inside a pickle jar Or do they roll around freely These are a few of the questions That keep confounding me Do they MC square as they sit there and stare Do they soak them in Visine They must dry out rather quickly With no way to possibly blink Why would they save Albert's eyeballs What could they possibly find Unless they just love the color Of the brown tint in his eyes

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Late one nice warm evening Came a very loud knock upon my door It was a complete stranger Tired bewildered and lost Now imprisoned in my dark magical woods A gracious host of course I bowed and extended my hand and stated Please come in, dear friend take a seat and let’s discuss pressing matters Such as the ghost to my left or the ghoul to the right dressed in tatters As you can plainly see I am playing poker with the 3 eyed demons of the 4th night Who infamous cheaters like the mummies rarely ever get a second invite The vampires are sitting in the shadows where they think no one may see Putting visine in their red eyes White roses in black lapels and sharpening their pointed teeth The werewolves yellow dripping fangs Are climbing the curtains growling Come the rising of the round moon The goblins little monsters stroll in nosily Angrily demanding recognition which is rightly their due The witches spitting and cursing their hats Hopped clumsily off their brooms While the strongest warlocks were locked in battle Throwing spells across the amber walled room They have arrived for my banquet As all have received the coveted invitations before When some foolish stranger like you Unaware knocks upon my door, All Rights Reserved @ Tammy M Darby March 2, 2019. All Material Stored in Author Base Humorous Dark Poetry

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Mar 2, 2019

Mar 2, 2019 at 11:33 PM UTC

tammy-m-darby

The Banquet

Late one nice warm evening Came a very loud knock upon my door It was a complete stranger Tired bewildered and lost Now imprisoned in my dark magical woods A gracious host of course I bowed and extended my hand and stated Please come in, dear friend take a seat and let’s discuss pressing matters Such as the ghost to my left or the ghoul to the right dressed in tatters As you can plainly see I am playing poker with the 3 eyed demons of the 4th night Who infamous cheaters like the mummies rarely ever get a second invite The vampires are sitting in the shadows where they think no one may see Putting visine in their red eyes White roses in black lapels and sharpening their pointed teeth The werewolves yellow dripping fangs Are climbing the curtains growling Come the rising of the round moon The goblins little monsters stroll in nosily Angrily demanding recognition which is rightly their due The witches spitting and cursing their hats Hopped clumsily off their brooms While the strongest warlocks were locked in battle Throwing spells across the amber walled room They have arrived for my banquet As all have received the coveted invitations before When some foolish stranger like you Unaware knocks upon my door, All Rights Reserved @ Tammy M Darby March 2, 2019. All Material Stored in Author Base Humorous Dark Poetry

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8 am I'm half asleep on the bed, she's looking for her ******* On the floor, blue thong She bends to pick it up and oh Look at how sweetly those ******* hang. She puts her hand across her chest Cupping one breast as if she's protecting it. Pulling up her jeans now Zip. Button. Looks at herself in the mirror Fixes hair, hurriedly. Moves closer and examines eyes Pulls cap off little Visine bottle, then Drop- Drop- Blink blink. Catches my reflection in the mirror, Smiles. But this is morning, we can't look at each other more than two seconds Without it getting awkward. She walks over to the bed Leans over, kisses me, then says I had a really good time. My life is like this. A lot of hits, Never number one.

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Aug 10, 2013

Aug 10, 2013 at 4:41 PM UTC

llahi-fuego

Morning After

8 am I'm half asleep on the bed, she's looking for her ******* On the floor, blue thong She bends to pick it up and oh Look at how sweetly those ******* hang. She puts her hand across her chest Cupping one breast as if she's protecting it. Pulling up her jeans now Zip. Button. Looks at herself in the mirror Fixes hair, hurriedly. Moves closer and examines eyes Pulls cap off little Visine bottle, then Drop- Drop- Blink blink. Catches my reflection in the mirror, Smiles. But this is morning, we can't look at each other more than two seconds Without it getting awkward. She walks over to the bed Leans over, kisses me, then says I had a really good time. My life is like this. A lot of hits, Never number one.

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We blazed and the memory after was so hazy I unpaused the video and continued where we left off And put visine in my eyes because of the irritation I thought it would clear the path of what was to come Back and forth of 20 questions left unanswered Because it was overwhelming and the light was too bright So you put on your all black shades to tame it and soon those 20 questions came down to 0 I left purgatory, not anymore caught in between the two I repented my sins , my reward was you Although it wasn't what I had wanted at first Beggars can't be choosers I'm glad I get to have your body as much we want I'm glad I get to have as many pills touch my tongue and put me in trans I'm glad I get to have your cold breath give my neck goosebumps until I have to fade into the real world of drunken nights, pills, responsibilities , bills, cranky professors, being psychedelically in touch with nature, enjoying the breeze.

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Dec 6, 2013

Dec 6, 2013 at 12:47 AM UTC

lou

Day 2

We blazed and the memory after was so hazy I unpaused the video and continued where we left off And put visine in my eyes because of the irritation I thought it would clear the path of what was to come Back and forth of 20 questions left unanswered Because it was overwhelming and the light was too bright So you put on your all black shades to tame it and soon those 20 questions came down to 0 I left purgatory, not anymore caught in between the two I repented my sins , my reward was you Although it wasn't what I had wanted at first Beggars can't be choosers I'm glad I get to have your body as much we want I'm glad I get to have as many pills touch my tongue and put me in trans I'm glad I get to have your cold breath give my neck goosebumps until I have to fade into the real world of drunken nights, pills, responsibilities , bills, cranky professors, being psychedelically in touch with nature, enjoying the breeze.

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It's been plenty of times that I thought about you. This is just to let you know I haven't forgot about you. I hope you haven't forgot about me because I wouldn't be the man that they see, not without you. I still rememeber the day we first meet. I remember our first kiss better than my first breath. And before you love seemed worthless but after you it all seems worth it. On the road to the next you gave me these high beams You're the reason for this wordplay and rhyme scheme. Somehow you caused all of the red in my eyes and by surprise you were also my visine. Now I don't have a destination so I need no GPS But my favorite drug is affection and their is no CVS But notice how I've yet to run The best of me has yet to come But when it does you still gon have it If not then I fear you'll grab it. But the first time you did it ended so tragic But the force that connects us must mirror that of a magnet Going back is clearly not an option though Because breaking my heart was very optional Yet you chose the road of a murderer by trying to **** my soul but you only put it in the hospital. Since that day I still haven't made a full recovery Now I got other girls out here loving me But an injury sustained heart can only have so much to give which in turn makes not wanna speak on any of this publicly With all this uttered and said Hopefully this composition doesn't go over your head Just know that I'll still love you for eternity and Ill find the heart to forgive you for all that you've done before I'm over and dead

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Oct 27, 2010

Oct 27, 2010 at 12:43 PM UTC

tyron-straughter

My First Love

It's been plenty of times that I thought about you. This is just to let you know I haven't forgot about you. I hope you haven't forgot about me because I wouldn't be the man that they see, not without you. I still rememeber the day we first meet. I remember our first kiss better than my first breath. And before you love seemed worthless but after you it all seems worth it. On the road to the next you gave me these high beams You're the reason for this wordplay and rhyme scheme. Somehow you caused all of the red in my eyes and by surprise you were also my visine. Now I don't have a destination so I need no GPS But my favorite drug is affection and their is no CVS But notice how I've yet to run The best of me has yet to come But when it does you still gon have it If not then I fear you'll grab it. But the first time you did it ended so tragic But the force that connects us must mirror that of a magnet Going back is clearly not an option though Because breaking my heart was very optional Yet you chose the road of a murderer by trying to **** my soul but you only put it in the hospital. Since that day I still haven't made a full recovery Now I got other girls out here loving me But an injury sustained heart can only have so much to give which in turn makes not wanna speak on any of this publicly With all this uttered and said Hopefully this composition doesn't go over your head Just know that I'll still love you for eternity and Ill find the heart to forgive you for all that you've done before I'm over and dead

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You walk across the street and get run over by a truck It happens to the best of us Even those with luck First there comes the adrenaline rush Then comes the real hit You're spattered across the pavement Thinking, this is it I'm being metaphorical, so I don't mean it's real It's just what happens when something bad finally slips, and you reel There's tears in awkward places You discover that at work No one bothered to design a place for crying So you're feeling like a dork There's sleepless nights Trips on your break to buy some premium Visine Time goes on and a new plan emerges from your psychic mist And even if you still feel down You know everyone takes a hit The thing is to keep going on take on the role of gracious loser That's really all that's left Now you can't be a chooser Gradually, you become attached to new goals, hopes and dreams and looking back maybe it won't be as bad as it seemed

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May 6, 2012

May 6, 2012 at 9:46 PM UTC

zulu-samperfas

Some Days

You walk across the street and get run over by a truck It happens to the best of us Even those with luck First there comes the adrenaline rush Then comes the real hit You're spattered across the pavement Thinking, this is it I'm being metaphorical, so I don't mean it's real It's just what happens when something bad finally slips, and you reel There's tears in awkward places You discover that at work No one bothered to design a place for crying So you're feeling like a dork There's sleepless nights Trips on your break to buy some premium Visine Time goes on and a new plan emerges from your psychic mist And even if you still feel down You know everyone takes a hit The thing is to keep going on take on the role of gracious loser That's really all that's left Now you can't be a chooser Gradually, you become attached to new goals, hopes and dreams and looking back maybe it won't be as bad as it seemed

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Many years ago I'd watch TV shows then there'd come the ads and I'd be a little mad and women cooked and cleaned and used a little Visine And took care of the kids And men did their important work And also had their play so when I look today I'd think 30 years, it may have changed some things But it's still the same it seems

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Aug 7, 2012

Aug 7, 2012 at 11:21 PM UTC

zulu-samperfas

Nothings Changed

Many years ago I'd watch TV shows then there'd come the ads and I'd be a little mad and women cooked and cleaned and used a little Visine And took care of the kids And men did their important work And also had their play so when I look today I'd think 30 years, it may have changed some things But it's still the same it seems

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I get lost in the content. My eyes ache at the pain that burns around the world. No visine will ease the heat. I scroll and see a shooting followed by a dash cam of an accident followed by a cute puppy followed by some family drama followed by a selfie followed by it's unending, and there's nothing to be done, so I scroll and scroll and scroll, giving as much attention to the meaningless and the meaningful. It's all the same to me.

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Aug 6, 2018

Aug 6, 2018 at 8:26 PM UTC

dean-eyers

Scroll on

I get lost in the content. My eyes ache at the pain that burns around the world. No visine will ease the heat. I scroll and see a shooting followed by a dash cam of an accident followed by a cute puppy followed by some family drama followed by a selfie followed by it's unending, and there's nothing to be done, so I scroll and scroll and scroll, giving as much attention to the meaningless and the meaningful. It's all the same to me.

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