Heh Poems

What Makes My Soul Roar

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NOT BASELESS IS 

Not baseless is the ocean’s roar, the build up to that bass before 
it all comes crashing into shore, foaming it draws back for more
I’m sure that there are high notes too...

There Once Lived A Woman Named Jell-O Jiggler

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There once lived a woman made of Jell-O. She jiggled and wiggled 
as she walked.  Invisible to most she was as clear as a window pane.  
She often wore her heart on her sleeve and ended the day...

Boy How She Loves To Bite

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She is a flesh devouring fairy who feasts on children 
who dont' wash their hands and primp their toes 
Darkly inclined she lives in the shadows, once bitten  
you will turn as evil as her ext...

Morning Reflections

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The sun is up the sky is blue today is beautiful and so are you
inside this April morn, the angels are sending you kisses 
that you don't have to earn... 

The day has risen dawn is here, bri...

Ataraxia

...Writing this I must be doing
This I love I must I love it must
Why?
Heh, the words melt into nothing as they say
Can’t understand it anyways
The papers scramble and run and wait that’s not suppo...

Soup or Salad?

...Pen this in blood
Spitfire from rut
Lines clutched
Mind stumped 
Rhyme on what 
Leg with crutch
Make sense nah
Not interested 
Art is nonsensical 
Brillance adored 
Relatable craziness
Str...

I think I'm dying,,,

...Heh, I think I’m dying..
But that’s ok!
I always bounce back.
“No, not this time.”
But..
I’m supposed to save people,
and care for them!
That’s my job!..
“Now your job is to be dead.”
Oh no....

Precariousness Imperilment

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Why Hello, I am Danger
I am a stiletto in the shadows, ready to slit your throat
Should you gloat about laws I broke
I am precariousness in a dress
Peril, hazard, and risk, I'm menace sitting o...

Gar-Lick

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    The witching hour draws near
      (whatever that implies)
    Your breath reeks of stale beer

    I cringe when you ask me for a kiss
      (from my virgin lips?!)
        ~ First take ...

I Couldn't Talk About It So I Wrote A Poem

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Dear uncle, what can I say at the twilight of my life 
about the things you did to me 
About a time of my youth when I could barely talk, 
let alone write poetry 
We were family so I was told...

Mixed up feelings

...,,Why then? Why, explain!
Two days before you were saying again thank you with a high pitched voice after I tried to pay close attention to anything you do so you remember a positive trait!
So we c...

You could've have known!

...Your voice shrills like a whistle through my ears.
I twitch shocked together.
Why is it always something new for me when you always do it when I confront you?
,,You know nothing! Ofcourse because ...

DP3 DIARY OF DIONDRA POSH: Temporary Employment

...May  2051

Dear diary I think I'll try for a part
Time job which I just know beyond
Anything I'm gonna hate! So I'll work
It out um. Without a doubt. I just
Don't wanna sit at home to much!
I ...

Solo

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Wasted sunsets, when the sun comes down she will not  find me 
                       there 
                                 solo as the moon steady as an ocean stone,  
I arrive there solo, ...

Aurora Sometimes

...Just being whimsical, needing more
tomorrows..  
not enough smiles and side glances
allow this one request
to forget yesterday's sorrows
and last chances. 

Taught me to talk without words
ju...

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