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 Jun 2014 JaiJai
nominal
Worthless
 Jun 2014 JaiJai
nominal
I can’t shake this feeling like I’m a bother to be around.

Not important enough for someone to muster up a conversation with first

Not important enough to wait for

Not good enough to be the first option or best friend 

Not good enough to please anyone

Not worth much at all.

I’m so deep under this depression and I’m not sure how to get out
 Jun 2014 JaiJai
Fuji Bear
Humans are by nature
unappeasable  no matter their behavior.
As a conformist
We threaten outsiders,
Yet long to be our own person.
And individuality is no better,
We long for acceptance of
The group we once called home.
That is the nature of humans,
We viscously treat
those that are not like us.
Its no wonder so few are happy
with such constant inner confliction.
Because the human mind is
a kingdom ruled by two fears,
Fear of the unknown,
And Fear of rejection.
 Jun 2014 JaiJai
Morrissey Smith
Youths, the sight of thy pants menacingly looming over the waistband of your ill fitting trousers doth not fill my heart with joy this fine afternoon.

Nor doth the stench of your rancid marijuana which oozes from your pores and combines with your ever present lynx masked body odour.

I see you stroll with all the grace of a strategically shaved ape,
as you migrate with your "Fam" to linger like wastrels outside the Spar in the hope of cheap cider, stolen smokes and easy girls...
And I wonder at the devoid nature of our future while it rests on your rounded, work shy, knuckle dragging shoulders.
I fear the brush thats tars us all.
I hate youths... I'm 16... don't believe the hype.
 Jun 2014 JaiJai
Melissa Eleanore
The sweet taste we locked between our lips...has faded...
That does not mean our time was purely wasted.
Not one ounce of our time spent.
I promised you forever.
That promise will be kept.
The memoirs will always be treasured in the depths of my pulsating heart.
For love is not always a forever thing
but forever it will be circulating.
It is an energy that will live to sustain life amongst us all.
Each time we taste again,
a part of us will always carry the same lore of love, throughout our ephemeral orbit until the end.
When you learn to see the light,
after these lonely wounding nights.  
Just know mi amour... there was never anything to fight.
Currently going through a breakup, but it is not as hard as it seems to come by it when you know how to value treasured times and know how to take that experience and accept it as a whole. Love is such a confusing thing, but our lives are too short to only love once. Which is why somehow love works through the creases of hard times. But it will always be there. Waiting when you're ready.

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☓IG: Asteriart
You don't like me.
You like the idea of me.
You like the idea
That someone who is
Suicidally depressed
Can make you
Extraordinarily happy.

You like the idea
That my deep
Cynicism and scepticism
Can fuel your
Overjoyed optimism.

You like the idea
That I'm  the
Wonderful, beautiful
Intelligent, nerdy girl
You thought I was.

I am nothing.
I am empty.
I am not an idea.

Ideas are dangerous
Exciting, giggly.
They fill the idealist
With roaring delight.
Such a fantasy
Couldn't be real but in
The mind of a
Surrealist, Idealist
Socialist, Capitalist  
Fascist.

I am not an idea.
Ideas are fun.
I am not an idea.
Ideas get things done.
I am not an idea.
Ideas are good.
Ideas aren't real.

I am real.
I wish I was only
Your idea of me.
I wish I wasn't real.
Written 14th May.
 Jun 2014 JaiJai
Dark n Beautiful
My Brand New Ripped Jean
the one that make
My curves becomes a liability
my long slender legs moves forward against the wind
displaying the warp and weft  throughout the fabric
~
Making my world look better
a wonderful appetizer for my admirers
until you said
"here comes my Queen",
Shucks!
Have you ever known the Queen to wear blue Jeans?
Shucks!
 Jun 2014 JaiJai
Tate Morgan
I've come to bury the last of love
beneath this willow tree
In the deep forest I went
where no one else could see

________

Held within this bottle of rain
are the tears I cried for her
The many nights I couldn't sleep
as I dreamed of how we were

_______

I'll place on it no pictures
spin thrice to forget the way
Save in me the pain she flowered
leave the dark for light of day

________

I'll never visit her again
forever play all day in the sun
But night when no one else is there
Ill cry of her as the one

Tate

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Yes Virginia I must have a heart. I think it's broken
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