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Jul 2019 Mister J

no

Jul 2019 Mister J

basil

no

i told her,
she said
“do you want to take any legal action?”
i said
no
because i didn’t want to hurt you

i told her,
she said
it’s okay,
that people would want to explore my body.

i told you,
no,
i don’t want to do that anymore

i told you
no
and
you laughed.

#sexualabuse #abuse

Jul 2019 Mister J

Noah

Jul 2019 Mister J

fray narte

Noah

And maybe one day,
when the storms
are gone
and the sun
shines brighter
and the waves of
self-loathing
ebb and subside,
I’ll run short of sadness
to write poems about.
And maybe then,
I can finally
step out of this ark
Maybe then,
I’ll be okay —
maybe then,
I will be fine.

It's been 40 days and 40 nights.
The rainbow is still
nowhere
to be found.

#sadness #depression #storm #rain #gloomy #poetry #writers #poets #spilledink #words

Jul 2019 Mister J

Seasons

Jul 2019 Mister J

Malia

Seasons

Summer
The height of the year
Tank tops
And short-shorts the only thing worn.
Melting heat
A breeze!
Pure bliss.

Fall
The heat cools
And sweaters and jeans
Emerge from the closet.
Sweet coolness fills the air.
It’s a bit chilly today.

Winter
The coolness grows colder
You see your breath
Billowing out of your mouth.
Brrrrrr!
You put on a few more layers.

Spring
Brings flowers
And beauty
And bees
And allergies.
I guess they balance each other out.

Which is worse? The cold or the heat?

#summer #spring #winter #fall #seasons

Jun 2019 Mister J

Tired Of

Jun 2019 Mister J

Anastasia

Tired Of

I'm
Tired
Of
B
R
E
A
T
H
I
N
G

Tired of

S
E
E
    I
     N
       G

This hatred in humanity
And
The
Delicates
Being

T    O     R    N

Apart
So quickly
Without listening
To their glistening
Fragile
Beautiful words

I'm sorry, beautiful people. You all are very much so.

#tired #sad #beautiful #fragile #torn

Jun 2019 Mister J

You and Me

Jun 2019 Mister J

Katinka

You and Me

You
the one with messy brown hair
brown eyes
with you birthmark over the left side of your face.
You who left me crying.
You who made me believe in love for the first time.
You who stole my first kiss
first time
first.

You
with your straight blonde hair
blue eyes
and that stupid smirk
You who left me broken
You who showed me a new way of living
You who left me being second choice
second best
second.

You
with your dark blonde hair
hazel eyes
you with your beautiful hands
You who left me angry
You who showed me a different way of love
You who went with me on my third concert
third love
third.

You
with your curly brown hair
hazel eyes
with your cute braces you never liked
You who left me questioning
You who showed how hard love can be
You who decided I wasn´t worth it
You never happend
We never did.

I
with wavy dark brown hair
hazel eyes
with freckles on my face

I who loved everyone of you
but still couldnt forget you,
number two

I who loved everyone of you
but you left me wanting more,
number four

I who loved everyone of you
was being loved.
but not anymore.

Usally I write my poems on paper first, and then I will reread them and think about them, may make some changes and then upload them here. But in this very second I am just so full of emotion that I want to write and I want it to be honest so no rereading or correcting. Just me.

#love #ex #broken #alone #heartbroken #sad #cry #emotional #healing #lonley

Jun 2019 Mister J

Portia, My Love

Jun 2019 Mister J

Chris Saitta

Portia, My Love

I make my grave in her dark treason of hair,
Fragrant master of soldiers and memories,
Bei capelli, conspiracy of internecine curls.
Her upbraidings strangle all my sweet nothings
To breathless wish of the emperor-purple of lips.

Flow then like black gloss of birds
And the brood hatchlings of shadow, exiled eastward,
Fled like a premonition of warmth somewhere far off,
While the wine-colored blood spills his heart into a throng of mouths.

Love, you are the hardest grave,
Were you ever just a kiss
Or always from daggers made?

Porcia or Portia was second wife to Marcus Junius Brutus. She has been speculated to be one of the few who knew of the plot against Caesar.
"Bei capelli" is translated as "beautiful hair."

#poetry #poem #brutus #portia #caesar #rome #ancientrome

Jun 2019 Mister J

Bleeding Mind

Jun 2019 Mister J

Kushal

Bleeding Mind

He can hear the voices so much clearer now.
They have him at the edge.
Starring down the barrel of a loaded gun,
At the tip of the blade,
With nowhere to run.

He's drowned it all in smoke,
But the same words still can't leave his throat.
So now he stands beneath the rope.

"Help me."
His demon's have reasoned for far too long,
Now before you stands a man
With his heart long gone.

#depression #suicide #loneliness #alone