Just because I am attracted
To all and every gender
Does not mean I am attracted to
Every self identified male or female

***** please, you
Have no ***
No class
And plenty of sass

I like them feisty
But you take it to extremes

A regret is like a bomb
In your intestines:
I don't have one
I don't want one
I'm not going to be an idiot
And put one inside myself
Nor will I let other people
Put one in me
I will die
Before I allow myself to become
The object of suicide bombings
Because that's what regrets do
They don't just **** you
From the inside out
They take collateral damage
And **** your friends and the
People around you
Regrets are one of the worst
Afflictions to have

You love me?
Well that makes one of us

not a poem but something that have been stuck in my head since four years ago*

High school was never easy.
Even the happiest person said that they have a bad memories in high school.
They get bullied
Some people would said that I should treasure everything that happened in my high school life.
I know. IVE TRIED SO HARD.
But I cant.
Folks in high school are weird.
Not that weird. They're...... 'weird'..
They're full with hatred
-full with negatives vibes
-full with idk why the heck they want to bad things to other people.
For me, I dont know.
I dont enjoy anything
Everything looks so depressing
Full of hate..
I tell you
I've been trying.
And its my fourth year now
Trying to be positive
Trying to understand everyone in the school
But
I think.. This things cant be help no more.

Everytime I walked into my school
My depression level increase to level 99
My loneliness can be felt..so clear
My self-esteem drop like hell

High school even teach me not to trust everyone.
-people always leave no matter what why when or how.

No wonder some people killed themself
-some kid do selfharm
-some students would ditch school
-some people do drugs just to run away from the school probs

Idk is it just me or what

Oh gosh.. I wish I can just scream at them in their face.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Everyone's making hello poetry
So I made one too because poopy

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I see a sign that says "Explicit?"
And now I'm thinking if I should click it

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I think roses can be pink too
And violets aren't blue how stu

Roses are red
Violets are blue
This is my first poem here
Potato.

99 cents for an iced tea
At the corner liquor store
But when the men in suits came and shut it down
We couldn't go there anymore
The man at the register never could add
Or maybe he short-changed us all
It wasn't the quarters he took from the kids
But the product in back made him fall
The stuff was the kind like none you'd ingest
Just go in for the coffee because that'd be best
Avoid all the product he put in the back
Because not only will you have a heart attack
But your mind and your eyes would be decieved
And the things you would see would be believed
Like Dave in the last five minutes of Stanley Kubrick's depiction
Of a Space Odyssey, but you would mistake reality for what he wrote as fiction
Up would be down and down would be blue
And your poor little brain wouldn't know what to do
All those misfiring connections made right by gunpowder
Your neural responses as sensible as chowder
Like Less Than Jake said, "I don't think I can yell any louder!"