Long Vomiting Poems

Words of a mother melting your spirit despite it being cold. Her loving you no matter what chasing that heart of gold. 
         "You don't need to...

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The world that unfolds before me is unknown, but for some reason it is mine. Yes.
Anyone could say that my life is monotonous. But not. I protest. This is not true. Only mine.
No one just...

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I Jumped up suddenly out of my bed
With Jack the ripper spinning in my head
And the word cabinet kept floating in my bed
I had a very serious message to deliver
But I don't know who to...

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I can't make you understand how I feel,
And I've spent a lifetime trying to explain it.
Chances are YOU'LL never experience it,
As you are in the latest years of your life ...
There's no way to induce...

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Is there room to care for the penultimate?
Can't decide if the space can satisfy two collard greens.  
One oblivious cabbage... one who has desperately tried to expand the space, to save the others, who...

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My 1st round:

I know we just met and you seem like you're cool but there's a whole bunch of s**t that I don't know about you. Now I don't care about your race, what kind...

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*Bear with the length of this poem. It is very important regarding the Palestine, Ohio Catastrophe.

One of the biggest environmental disasters has happened in Palestine, Ohio
But, the people there are left in it without adequate...

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When you are in the mood just do what you have to do and don’t get confused; when you are in the mood take a voyage to the moon and plant some poles in the...

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You can try your might
You can run all night
What's done in the dark will come out in the light
It can be messy
Pathetic 
Distorted 
Corroded 
Be ready to flight 
But what's done in the dark always...

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A one eyed drunken pen stares at blank paper with blury vision It begins to stuble and trip as it walks on the lines, It vomits words unsettled in its abdomen the master of this...

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The Art of Being Empty 
I was baptized in the TV light of The Biggest Loser  
and worshipped a version of myself that I believed 
could go forty days without eating, like Jesus. 
...

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The cloud rained heavily on the boy, it stayed a while.
He tried to find somebody to help, but did not know the number to dial.
He stopped playing his beloved guitar,
Each dark cloud that passed him...

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I’ll never forget the Black Death.
It came from a germ which, lived on that fleas. 
Each second passes through everyone’s breath.
The fleas! The fleas!  
As the rats begin to die, the fleas begin to...

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Just a lonely depressed, emotional, lost girl who doesn't know what to do. I'm confused but I'm kinda happy guess it depended on if I was dope sick.. I didn't start using big stuff as...

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If I was to take a word, say focus,
Stand it on its head,
And ask with growing sense of dread,
Why my friend did you just now,
Fly upon this particular 
Moment’s verbal locus?
Torture I might answer, like...

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Breaking into abandoned psychiactric centers isn’t as fun as it seems. 
Oh, some nights have I had. 

I don’t feel too well. 

I just need to let everything pour out. To come out onto the...

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Under the heavy and ash-gray wing of the evening,
In the melancholic waltz of memories awakened in rains,
Through the night stretching its hand like an old bell-ringer,
Ringing the bell of departure and appearing desolate in the...

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Poem 1

I'm sick of trying to apologize and
sick of trying to make things better when all I do is
make things worse
and I'm
sicksicksick
but it's still the only medicine and it still 
gets me high
so I'll keep...

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The chick grows to puberty hearing the sound of surfs as a lullaby,
returning waves as rocking cradle, fed by passing clouds and drank 
of fogs. He learned: how to fly friend with wind, flow of...

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Death
kills not despair
emotion found in Hell
nor does it kill wrath
against life imperfect
kills driver's chance 
instead
to turn wheel
to gratitude gear
before bodyless 
descent
down 
slippery slope
of no return
all stays static
in Hell
no need for change
in boring hell
only the perfect...

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Scarecrow Addict
           

Gritted and dusty
Powered by flack jacket eyes
Bootsteps through grey puddles
Flotilla of cigarette butts
Trash kicked aside
In a desert of litter
Seeking the soulless of death
Chattering...

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You think you're so good 
But later I realize that you are the woman, 
Who is cold, hatred, fury, Insensitive and Calloused? 

You are sinfully proud and arrogant.
You think you are so perfect in everything,...

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While watching Bill Reid’s wooden sculpture 
“The Raven and the First Men”(1)

One day, 
after the long and countless searches of bottom of the abysmal waters
with cycles of formation and extinction of renewed waves and ripples,
a...

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I can still feel autumn lingering in the clouds and the birds are flying restlessly about, the leaves are still hanging on the tree holding court with the squirrels in dugout boat as they wait...

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Monday night. Moving magazines. Aimed dead at killing an evening, my fingers target =========
These same old four buttons;  >.

1, 2, 3, 4. Five’s a pipedream. Gaudy, small-minded and trapped in affected...

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