I wrote poems with very deep meaning and shared them with total strangers, mostly human.

TRANSCRIPT OF POEMS:
1:10
Unable to restart
This bullying is tearing me apart
Last to be picked for the team
“He’s so weird,” they scream
Flicking pencils at me in class
Someday I’ll throw you through glass
Stuffing trash down my ear
When I get older, I’ll make you disappear
Shoving me around in the hallway, calling me gay
Your butt will be mine someday
Don’t be confused, I’m actually straight
I’m just talking about your fate
Keep laughing at me, you’re all so mean
Keeping pushing me, I don’t care about my self-esteem
Because one day I’ll victimize you under my regime
For it is all of you who made me this extreme

2:31
I don’t need to write an essay
This is child’s play
Keep those with hatred at bay
Don’t let them stay
Make them run away
They are your prey
How dare they betray!
I remind you of Dexter, you say?
“Sociopath” is cliche
Give me some leeway
Dexter would slay
Meanwhile, I love Green Day

3:19
You are what you eat
You’ve heard this on repeat
No need for fork or spoon
That’s the wrong tune
Forget about the crumbs
Listen to the drums
No energy to be had
My tempo will soon go bad
I’m just trying to survive
Eating myself alive
Devouring myself
Just like everyone else

4:29
Heat
Feeling warmth, it feels so nice
So rare, but comes at a price
Dreaming of love, waking up to dread
I can’t get these thoughts out of my head
My blood is starting to steam
This is my life’s theme
Overwhelmed with fear
I can’t shed even one tear
Being burned alive
My brain is stuck in overdrive
Put out the fire, please
For it is only you I really need

6:04
Sprinting along the trail
My skin starts to become pale
Heart pounding through my chest
The last thing I need is rest
Sweat pouring down my face
Physical exertion isn’t the case
Exhausted but not needing water
Mind consumed by the slaughter
No appetite to slow down
These thoughts are all around
Perhaps someday I will succumb
Trying to figure out what exactly I’m running from

7:04
Jimbo is a happy snake, he loves slithering around the cornfield
While Peter is a farmer, he loves carrying his weapon unconcealed
Jimbo enjoys his ectothermic life, he loves baking in the sun
While Peter is a daring old man, he loves shooting his gun
One day, Peter is startled by Jimbo who slips by his feet
“Is that a .357 Magnum?” Jimbo hisses. “That’s pretty neat!”
“You’re dead meat!” yells Peter, pointing his gun at Jimbo’s scales
“Wait a minute,” Jimbo hisses. “You’re off the rails!”
With the bullet discharging into the ground
Jimbo hisses, “What a loud sound!”
About to again pull the trigger, hoping for not another miss
Peter aims his gun at Jimbo, who this time lets out a dooming hiss
Sinking his fangs deep into Peter’s left boot
Screaming in pain, he doesn’t have another chance to shoot
With venom slowing down his pulse, Peter falls to the ground
His distraught face freezes with the biggest frown
Looking over the corpse, Jimbo the Snake is sad to have killed
“Don’t tread on me,” he hisses, "or your death wish will be fulfilled!"

8:22
Deprived of ambition
Having no life mission
Seeking help around her
Waiting for something to occur
Hoping for the best
Famished for success
Wishing one day she could, she is misunderstood
Not knowing what is good, this is her childhood
People thinking she’s a loser
One day she’ll kill her abuser
To hell he will go
She’ll finally start to grow
Ending the negativity around her
Will focus her life’s blur
So hasty, senseless and cold
This is not how she wants to become old
Ending the cancer that has long plagued her soul
Is exactly how she’ll accomplish her life’s goals

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