Best Hyperventilating Poems

My opinion on religion Take 1
I am in the unexpected throes of spring cleaning
Suddenly with no warning 
7 people are unexpectedly arriving in a few...

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His hand is strafing the castellation on his trumpet, the valves moving up down up down like deranged pistons under the random machine gun fire...

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Hopeful

Time to go home there’s that cursed bell
Excitement for most - for him an impending hell
A torturous journey - that takes him down life’s dark...

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I 
Throw myself into my poetry
Fling myself until I bleed
Until I'm knee deep in similes 
Until from my eyes seep seas of salty seeds
Spiraling in...

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Have you ever been lost?
Lost to the point where you didn't know which way to look.
Which direction to point your feet? And every street looked...

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My life cant be helped but still strike a pose
punch you in the face call for a second dose
i got so much ice hell just...

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Her heart beat faster as she heard the first ring.
Someone might answer.
What was she going to say?
Are you my mother?
She was in this alone.

Her parents...

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We came here pretentious, egoistic, hyper-inflated with our meager academic laurels and
filled with self-adulation of our GPAs
You saw us plainly; our minds almost blank like...

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RECONNAISSANCE PATROL
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


Scheduled for patrol tonight, damn I got the point
We must secure at least one exiting point
I hate night patrols, transiting from cover...

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Time … to open
My eyes…
Time … to finally realize
I am the monster … glazed in guise
Time … to take responsibility
Of your slow demise
Of your haunting,...

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come protest  us and flail your skinny  arms
say how we do society so much harm
Hyperventilating while stomping your feet
screaming your slogans in tune...

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Silence screamed that dark night,
As I lamented my foolish mistake,
Palpitating from fright,
I knew I’d still be up when dawn would break,
Heart hyperventilating, my body started...

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Day 3 

The storm still having the upper hand is at large 

Narrator 
Inquisitive teacher noted this peculiar youngster is very hyper, yet again autism...

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What do I feel like writing?
Oh yeah, I am going to write about special feeling called love
Is it love?
You don’t know what to call it
But...

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Nestled up on the bathroom floor. She’s hysterical.
The cold tiles lower her body temperature
heated from the constant rush of tears and hyperventilating 
The door is...

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