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Joseph David Dec 2014
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Breeze-Mist Nov 2016
Now it is finally the moment I truth
As citizens enter the voting booth
In response, I'd just like to quote a comic based on this election here:
"Vote like youyou'll have to explain yourself in twenty years"
grace Jun 2015
a year ago
you were probably still calling me baby
and saying goodnight a stupid number of times

+a month
and I was either ignoring your calls
or picking up with a flat monotone voice where there used to be color

somehow
within 365 days our roles reversed
you don't seem to care and I seem to care too **** much

and today
I checked my phone every thirty seconds
and I realized I probably made you feel like this for a long time

and I know now
I don't deserve your kindness
and when you reassure me I do
I can't stop thinking about the fact that I hurt you

It's too late to try again
because now I'm no where near good enough for you
I'd just be another girl you regret and another memory to forget

but I wish I could go back
and tell myself to not let you go
to show myself the ugly person I became when I left

I wish I had
blue hair
your hand to hold
and my innocence again

but all I have
is black
and white
and loneliness and regret
for letting myself become this

I wanted you to talk to me and convince me
you think everything is always in my head
I want you to tell me you aren't going anywhere

over
and over
and over and over
and over and over and over
and over and over and over and over

I want you back
I want myself back
but this is just how it goes sometimes
Lucan Nov 2011
1
Congratulations
on your maturation:
now our lust's "love,"
not infatuation.

2
Romantic "deficits,"
confiscatorial "trends" --
**** your "benefits" --
where's my dividends?

3
I tried to really kiss you,
not co-impregnate a tissue.

4
I must confess
I love that dress --

more or less!

5
-- I'd die for you (you said)
-- I'd mumble you in bed.

6
you  me  us  me
us-me-you  you-me-us-you-me-you
us-me-us-­meyouyou-us-youyouyou
youyou-us-me-youyouyouyouyouyouyou!
you-me-­us-us-me-me-me --
us

7
Three coins in the fountain?
Who in hell's been counting?

8
Nod, smile; I'm playing along
while they're "playing our song."

9
Monogamy
demands its peephole:
Maybe we should see
other people.


10
"The last time I saw her
she'd hired a lawyer."
olive Jun 2014
and I felt ugly as hell and still do

I go past the timer on my toothbrush bc im afraid of cavities

(lame)

you you youyou don't think of me

youuuu

thinkin about how you'd be my one call at the police station

sorry sorry sorryyyy you're the only one who'd pick up

sorry

take me under ur wing & make me feel warm & safe & don't laugh at my double chin

thinkin' about putting a heart emoji next to your name on my contact list

(lame)

thinkin' about how you'd sneak thru the window after seeing the hill my stomach makes when im lying flat

you probably don't want a valley

im not her

sorry sorry sorrysorrry
i don't even know
life is what you make it in the things you dothe way that you lead your life is entirely up to youyou are the leader you have all controlover mind and body you have to guide your soulyour the one who rules it and tells it what to dothe way that you make your life is entirely up to you.
rusty shacks Feb 2014
SITTING IN YOUR CAR WAS THE ONLY THING I KNEW HOW
TO DO DRUNK AT 2AM
YOU KNEW SO MANY GIRLS FROM
CALIFORNIA FROM RUSSIA FROM BRAZIL BUT NONE OF THEM
WERE ME
YOU SAID THIS AS IF IT WERE SUPPOSED TO BE FLATTERING
I WOULD FLAY THE SKIN FROM MY RIBS FOR ANOTHER DRINKI SMILE THROUGH GRITTING TEETH
THIS IS NOT WHERE I PICTURED MYSELF
AS A WIDE EYED FRESH DAISIED GIRL
WHO DRINKS FROM HER GRANDFATHERS FLASK
WHEN SHE THINKS NO ONE IS LOOKING
YOUR ONLY MISTAKE WAS DRIVING TOO FAR UNTIL
THE ONLY LIGHTS I COULD SEE WERE THE ONES BEHIND MY EYESWHEN YOU STRUCK ME SINGING
DARLING, LET'S GIVE LOVE A TRY
THIS WAS NEVER MEANT FOR YOUYOU THINK THAT LOVE LIES BETWEEN THE LEGS OF A GIRL
TOO DAMAGED TO KNOW NOT TO RIDE IN CARS
WITH BOYS WHO LOOK LIKE HER FATHER
I'D HAVE KISSED YOUR KNUCKLES WHEN YOU
MADE THAT FIST
IF I COULD FIND ANY COMPASSION LEFT IN ME
The Good Pussy Jan 2015
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     You You You             You You You
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PK Wakefield May 2010
rightrightleft
                       slip
          slip
right                     left(hook)
dance d  a  nc    e fleshy mote
in starkness sparkle
pearl violence; youyou you you
thought you
c                     ould
touch me butbu bu bbu
but now
              you wither in a sweatish slumber
on this canvas shore
as a sheet of vibrations corona
on the mingled flames of my accurate
d      e    s    
                    truction;
(did you really think you'd win


                                                        
                    
                                                              ?
                                                                                          )
Erica DeAngelo Feb 2018
I fell in love with you. A silent love. A single sided love-only I felt. I prayed that you’d want me one day. Someday. That day hasn’t come. I promised myself I’d wait. That a shooting star would graze the sky-and youyou’d realize you can’t live without me. Life does not grant miracles, but Jesus hears prayers. He reassured me. He reassures me that I will be okay without your blue eyes staring into mine. That it is okay to let you go. I illustrated a tale in my head, titled “you love me as I love you.” But that novel is nonexistent-and that is alright. Because, maybe not today, or tomorrow, I will smile as you hold another. I will one day laugh with another. The book is not finished, and that is okay. The book no longer includes you. And that is alright.
Arlene Corwin May 2019
Don’t Copy Or, Have I Said This One Before? ✍️

When I write I try to not write what I’ve writ
The months before, knowing that
Each three clichés, each thrice said phrase
Is hinder to the mind’s synapse.

Used-up words five times five hundred,
Never wond'ring why I’ve done it:
I don’t want to copy -
Least of all myself and me. 

Falling for the trick that quickens death of brain
Are quirks and quips and bits of what
You’re sure has happened, quoted over, over.
Mind’s a rover needing change.

I have friends who still say “weird” to amplify each seventh word;
“Weird” since nineteen eighty-four.
What it means I’ve no idea.
And what is that word  ‘weird’ good for?
Change the words,
For copying yourself is worst.

Am I copying my back life story?
Parroting, regurgitating clichés,
Making up my history?
Faking mystery
To make myself exciting?

Copying is weakening
For you, for me, for memory.
Variety’s the key.
You do not need to copy.

     PS There’s a red line running through our lives: character, aptitudes, permanent throughout.  Bones grow up, grow old and change.  Penmanship changes.  Underneath there’s always a youyou recognize.  Keep it in the frontal lobe.  It’s there.

Don’t Copy 3.1.2015/revised 2.3.2016/ re-revised 9.27.2018 Definitely Didactic II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

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