sal - Hello Poetry

I am rejected by all. I am devoid of life. I am invisible to those around me. Everyone dates, kisses, makes love. I go to sleep with tears in my eyes. I am a hollow shell of a human.

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May 30, 2019

May 30, 2019 at 2:07 AM UTC

Rejected

I am rejected by all. I am devoid of life. I am invisible to those around me. Everyone dates, kisses, makes love. I go to sleep with tears in my eyes. I am a hollow shell of a human.

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I'm so ugly. I repulse women. I'm so ugly. I'm not worth a look. I'm so ugly. I'm the last option. I'm so ugly. I'm not even white. I'm so ugly. I'm invisible to the world.

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May 27, 2019

May 27, 2019 at 1:56 AM UTC

Ugly

I'm so ugly. I repulse women. I'm so ugly. I'm not worth a look. I'm so ugly. I'm the last option. I'm so ugly. I'm not even white. I'm so ugly. I'm invisible to the world.

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Empty, void, desolate. Full, rich, abundant. No friends. All colleagues. No tears. Just sadness. No lover. Only compromises. The sadness of life. Alongside the beauty of life.

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May 7, 2019

May 7, 2019 at 3:22 AM UTC

Dichotomy of Life

Empty, void, desolate. Full, rich, abundant. No friends. All colleagues. No tears. Just sadness. No lover. Only compromises. The sadness of life. Alongside the beauty of life.

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I can't flirt. I come off as creepy. I'm too dry. Dating is complicated. I hate it. Whatever happened to being honest. I guess it went down the drain. Along with my hopes for love.

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Apr 9, 2019

Apr 9, 2019 at 3:16 AM UTC

Creepy

I can't flirt. I come off as creepy. I'm too dry. Dating is complicated. I hate it. Whatever happened to being honest. I guess it went down the drain. Along with my hopes for love.

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Respectful message. I'm too nice. Flirty message. I'm too aggressive. Long, descriptive message. I'm too wordy. Short, succinct message. I'm too boring. I hope you understand this message.

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Mar 22, 2019

Mar 22, 2019 at 3:09 AM UTC

Modern Dating

Respectful message. I'm too nice. Flirty message. I'm too aggressive. Long, descriptive message. I'm too wordy. Short, succinct message. I'm too boring. I hope you understand this message.

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I am not white. I'm smart. Attractive. Fit. Yet I am invisible. I am driftwood in a vast ocean teeming with fish.

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Mar 22, 2019

Mar 22, 2019 at 2:55 AM UTC

I am not white

I am not white. I'm smart. Attractive. Fit. Yet I am invisible. I am driftwood in a vast ocean teeming with fish.

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Hand out the window in the heat-soaked Summer. Your hair a mess like always. The Jackson ******* kind of mess I love. Your smile stings—no, injects me, full of that sweet syrupy goodness, that you call true love. Your skin seemingly melts, with each wet kiss on your body so svelte. Your eyes deceptively tease, urging me to be the one to please. Your touch surreptitiously ignites, my deepest desires of the night. I've heard my fair share of concertos, yet they sound like a cacophony of sounds, compared to the symphony of, cries, moans, and whispers, that are the product of our ********** My love for you is like, the interstate on which we drive. Asphalt. Gravel. Sand. Down to the last grain. You can't find where it ends.

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May 24, 2018

May 24, 2018 at 12:23 AM UTC

How Deep Is Your Love?

Hand out the window in the heat-soaked Summer. Your hair a mess like always. The Jackson ******* kind of mess I love. Your smile stings—no, injects me, full of that sweet syrupy goodness, that you call true love. Your skin seemingly melts, with each wet kiss on your body so svelte. Your eyes deceptively tease, urging me to be the one to please. Your touch surreptitiously ignites, my deepest desires of the night. I've heard my fair share of concertos, yet they sound like a cacophony of sounds, compared to the symphony of, cries, moans, and whispers, that are the product of our ********** My love for you is like, the interstate on which we drive. Asphalt. Gravel. Sand. Down to the last grain. You can't find where it ends.

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Doesn't it hurt? When I say no? When the words finally spurt? Doesn't it make you jealous when I glow? On the brink of breakup. When the end seems to arrive inevitably. When you pray for us to makeup. But show it ever so surreptitiously. I remember when life was simpler. When you fought with fists and not words. When you weren't an emotional stickler. Now we yearn for school trips, like nerds. Dark moments make the good ones brighter. Maybe that's why I fight through quarrels like this. To see you recover from your issues like a fighter. How do we get through it: say "Sorry" and kiss.

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Oct 21, 2017

Oct 21, 2017 at 12:37 AM UTC

Recover

Doesn't it hurt? When I say no? When the words finally spurt? Doesn't it make you jealous when I glow? On the brink of breakup. When the end seems to arrive inevitably. When you pray for us to makeup. But show it ever so surreptitiously. I remember when life was simpler. When you fought with fists and not words. When you weren't an emotional stickler. Now we yearn for school trips, like nerds. Dark moments make the good ones brighter. Maybe that's why I fight through quarrels like this. To see you recover from your issues like a fighter. How do we get through it: say "Sorry" and kiss.

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I am South Asian My skin makes me repulsive To all girls on Earth

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Oct 17, 2017

Oct 17, 2017 at 3:04 AM UTC

My Life Summarized