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Zywa Mar 23
Something shiny there,

I stop and kick it away --


pff, just a dead star.
Story "How I picked up a star" (1923, Taruho Inagaki)

Collection "Held/True"
JR Falk Jun 2018
I dropped out of college one month in.

I quit two jobs over text.

I only retrieved half of my belongings after moving out of my parents house.

My library card was cancelled because I never returned the DVD I rented, because I never watched it.

My exes all still have at least two articles of my clothing because I told them I'd come get them. I intended to. I just never got around to it.

I started to write a suicide note.
I just never knew how to
end
it.
Old. Just found it. Still relevant.
WickedHope Mar 2016
Just one
One guy
Who doesn't want to **** me more than anything
Just one
One guy
I used to know who was content with intellectual intimacy
Just one
One guy
I'll always love him so much more than anything
Just one
One guy
I tried to give him my entire self but he was to quick to go
I'm tired of the same.
Missing K & A right now.
Brent Kincaid Sep 2015
They badgered me, berated me.
They beat me and they hated me.
They seemed to want me to die
Too soon, then, so did I.

I was different, and that was the reason.
Too many saw that as a form of treason.

I had to adhere to the boundaries
That were set for us artificially
They had no reference to reality;
More to some kind of elite tyranny.

And, I still find it horribly strange
That very little has changed.
The rules are still very much
Incredibly socially out of touch.

Strive to be elite or be beaten
And ultimately, almost literally eaten
By the swarm of mindless fools
That go on defending the rules  

That allow children to be thugs
And, come to school to sell drugs;
That let the criminals escape
And, turn a blind eye to ****
And abuse and battering
But keep the ******* clattering
At PTA, school board and council meetings  
More concerned with politics
Than the real-time subjects
Such as kids afraid of attending
Because the battlefield is never ending.
Lynn Greyling Dec 2014
All the veins,
arteries and trains
from here to there
are way not near
enough route
for you to commute
to come to me,
or for me
to be
close to you.
Christopher Lowe Oct 2014
Dear Disinterest,

I must
                      Protest
Your sudden
                                   Prevalence
You've got my mind
In a metaphorical state of
                                                        Ambivalence
And I think it best
You relocate        

Rearguards,
A More Interesting Life
Anand Apr 2014
To excel is like climbing a mighty mound
So dreary it seems trudging the desolated road,
But I've grown too weary doing inconsequential things.
Lazy to walk, craving for a comfy abode.

Though it's only disinterest that crosses my way
Like a torrent of the mountain creek,
Drowning me in trifling thoughts,
making my journey all the more bleak.

Hope I could find a tree along,
Bloomed with evergreen pomes
Of passion and perseverance.
I'd love to nibble at them for sure,
And regain my lost endurance.

I know I could transcend my limits
And ascend this arduous rock,
If only I took the first step
And started to walk.

— The End —