"wurly" poems - Hello Poetry

Here are my eyes my fried eggs teal lily-pads floating on white albumen. Here are my elbows like deformed peaches my knuckles the peas wrist corn on the cob. Here are my teeth my frosty Stonehenge a ring of slabs solid halibut. Here are my ankles four gobstoppers cracking as rocks under her size-five feet. Here is my nose fastened to my face the garbage chute meets hoover hybrid. Here are my knees two wrinkled potatoes mashing in their sockets as waves crumble on me. Here is my hair my straw candyfloss unlike her buttered popcorn curly-wurly waterfall. Here are my tonsils squashy strawberries wedged at the back of the cave I once made. Here are my lips azalea-pink sweets flecked with salt from our slice of sea.

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May 30, 2014

May 30, 2014 at 2:46 PM UTC

reece-aj-chambers

Anatomy

Here are my eyes my fried eggs teal lily-pads floating on white albumen. Here are my elbows like deformed peaches my knuckles the peas wrist corn on the cob. Here are my teeth my frosty Stonehenge a ring of slabs solid halibut. Here are my ankles four gobstoppers cracking as rocks under her size-five feet. Here is my nose fastened to my face the garbage chute meets hoover hybrid. Here are my knees two wrinkled potatoes mashing in their sockets as waves crumble on me. Here is my hair my straw candyfloss unlike her buttered popcorn curly-wurly waterfall. Here are my tonsils squashy strawberries wedged at the back of the cave I once made. Here are my lips azalea-pink sweets flecked with salt from our slice of sea.

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Sweet treats just for me I need to get some money Sweets, they are not free Sweets treats just for me To the shop, I run so fast Don't stop to think, go Sweets treat just for me Eyes look through the glass Curly wurly yum Cola bottles yum Sherbert dip is so delish Too much sugar, sick.

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Oct 28, 2020

Oct 28, 2020 at 1:42 PM UTC

ThebetterMe

Sugar rush

Sweet treats just for me I need to get some money Sweets, they are not free Sweets treats just for me To the shop, I run so fast Don't stop to think, go Sweets treat just for me Eyes look through the glass Curly wurly yum Cola bottles yum Sherbert dip is so delish Too much sugar, sick.

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I once stood in the middle of a motorway at 3am just for fun, I told myself, just for fun - But I don't think it was, now I'm okay I still sway, dream of far away but I get my exams done, so I don't let my mother down again so I don't hide inside from remaining friends. I keep myself planted, smile slanted, half frown - and I don't make a sound until I mean to, until I breeze through, until I need to, this is the studied truth of the newly grounded. I'm not into rushing things these days, I mean I still do but less so in less ways and my mind's all curly wurly and I have resting ***** face and skin like a coffin - I still can't get up early, still feel displaced a little too often - but this is my city now and I don't want to leave or get out, because this time I am okay and I'm dealing and my anxiety still leaves me reeling but I'm not panicking as much or screaming and my pillows are the only ones who don't believe me. Still, everything is temporary, in constant flux fresh cut grass and students in class sunsets and sunrises church bells and waist sizes metal and petrol and monster trucks, and it's all beautiful, that's the most important thing you'll ever find out - it's better to shine bright without background doubt than to disappear into the darkness, the dark mess, I mean, I still want to run and shout but now it's more writing my thoughts down and actually seeing the day and not 3am standing in a motorway telling myself, just for fun. This is not the barrel of a gun, hard and cold it's not the answer it's not made of gold it's not a solution, it's the end of it all and I don't know if we rot or acsend, but it wasn't just for fun, it was leaving the motor running, it was something I was running away from - Life, it isn't easy, it's not like saying 'it's okay' when it's not yourself you're telling and when it's you, it can't be told or shown you have to push hardest when you're alone because finally, once clear of fear's icy gripping hands I came to understand that life is beautiful, even when it's sad, it's the best thing I never knew I had, so I started living, just for fun. I'm not done, you see? I'm not done.

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Feb 18, 2017

Feb 18, 2017 at 11:52 AM UTC

elliefordelliott

M50 to Gloucester

I once stood in the middle of a motorway at 3am just for fun, I told myself, just for fun - But I don't think it was, now I'm okay I still sway, dream of far away but I get my exams done, so I don't let my mother down again so I don't hide inside from remaining friends. I keep myself planted, smile slanted, half frown - and I don't make a sound until I mean to, until I breeze through, until I need to, this is the studied truth of the newly grounded. I'm not into rushing things these days, I mean I still do but less so in less ways and my mind's all curly wurly and I have resting ***** face and skin like a coffin - I still can't get up early, still feel displaced a little too often - but this is my city now and I don't want to leave or get out, because this time I am okay and I'm dealing and my anxiety still leaves me reeling but I'm not panicking as much or screaming and my pillows are the only ones who don't believe me. Still, everything is temporary, in constant flux fresh cut grass and students in class sunsets and sunrises church bells and waist sizes metal and petrol and monster trucks, and it's all beautiful, that's the most important thing you'll ever find out - it's better to shine bright without background doubt than to disappear into the darkness, the dark mess, I mean, I still want to run and shout but now it's more writing my thoughts down and actually seeing the day and not 3am standing in a motorway telling myself, just for fun. This is not the barrel of a gun, hard and cold it's not the answer it's not made of gold it's not a solution, it's the end of it all and I don't know if we rot or acsend, but it wasn't just for fun, it was leaving the motor running, it was something I was running away from - Life, it isn't easy, it's not like saying 'it's okay' when it's not yourself you're telling and when it's you, it can't be told or shown you have to push hardest when you're alone because finally, once clear of fear's icy gripping hands I came to understand that life is beautiful, even when it's sad, it's the best thing I never knew I had, so I started living, just for fun. I'm not done, you see? I'm not done.

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