Submissions by Killpoint
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Early Birds & Fat Worms
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Silly little fat worm, eat dirt.
It’s what you live for, stretch to make ends meet.
Wiggle your way out of trouble.
Let me hear you hear you shriek in pain,
yet you have no voice.
You remain quiet as they hurt you.
You shall never be loved,
you shall always be looked upon with disgust as you swirl in the mad.
Do not leap for joy when they say there are many fish in the sea waiting for you.
Be afraid, be very afraid, you shall be hooked,
gutted, they shall reap the heart right out of your chest.
You shall watch as another man steals them...
Silly little fat worm, eat dirt.
It’s what you live for, stretch to make ends meet.
Wiggle your way out of trouble.
Let me hear you hear you shriek in pain,
yet you have no voice.
You remain quiet as they hurt you.
You shall never be loved,
you shall always be looked upon with disgust as you swirl in the mad.
Do not leap for joy when they say there are many fish in the sea waiting for you.
Be afraid, be very afraid, you shall be hooked,
gutted, they shall reap the heart right out of your chest.
You shall watch as another man steals them...
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My white whale
attracted to a crazy girl with a mean streak of drama,
a mind of a shark and a bad load of karma,
makes the pieces of a cold heart beat as though it still can,
takes no recess, is bold, has wit and all sweet as cane,
that kind of sassy leaves you feetless,
but what's gravity if the pull to her waist and meekness could render you speechless,
do you not hear as she speaks, no,
do you not feel the sweet sound that escapes those moist lips,
fall in love with her quickly, hey Vicky,
weekly i'd call in hope you'd be with me,
trick me, run circles around me, ...
a mind of a shark and a bad load of karma,
makes the pieces of a cold heart beat as though it still can,
takes no recess, is bold, has wit and all sweet as cane,
that kind of sassy leaves you feetless,
but what's gravity if the pull to her waist and meekness could render you speechless,
do you not hear as she speaks, no,
do you not feel the sweet sound that escapes those moist lips,
fall in love with her quickly, hey Vicky,
weekly i'd call in hope you'd be with me,
trick me, run circles around me, ...
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