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  Aug 2014 not so anonymous
Fel
I curse too much

If you ever hear me speak in person
I'm terribly sorry
I am such a ***** mouth
Literally every sentence
That comes from my ***** mouth
Has the word "****" in it
It's horrible
So very unladylike
And I'm sorry
I have to ****** your ears like that
One year ago
I almost never cursed
I would get mad at others
For doing so
Then I tried the word
It tasted new and spicy
I tried it again
And again and again
Now the word is a permanent part of my language
And I have no use for it
Perhaps the reason
I use these disgusting words
Is to weigh my words down
Make people actually listen to what I have to say
It turns heads
It gives my words power
It makes me feel powerful
But it harms my reputation
I'm supposed to be
'A good little Mormon church girl'
Yeah I bet you never guessed that
But whenever I tell people that
They're surprised.
"There is no way in hell that you're Mormon!"
They always say
But that's beside the point
I curse too much
I'm sorry
And I do try to change my ways
Not hard enough,
But I do try.
not so anonymous Aug 2014
She didn't like to curse but sometimes
She thought, it just isn't ******* enough
  Aug 2014 not so anonymous
holyoak
i thought i was holding your hand
but i guess i was holding your heart
you said "don't let go" 
i said "oh" as it hit the asphalt
do you think gravity knows 
that it makes people fall
does it know we go down hard 
because i think you broke the sound barrier 
on your way down to me
but i just let gravity send your heart
straight down to the street
i wasn't thinking 
or maybe i was
just not about you
i'm selfish
and so is gravity 
so i guess you could call it natural
and you can call me gone

[holyoak]
not so anonymous Aug 2014
I though of writing a love letter
Or a beautiful soliloquy confessing my feelings
But my thumbs cannot type
My hand cannot write nor my tongue confess
The enormity of my emotions
So to put it
Simply
In three words
I love you
not so anonymous Aug 2014
As I lay beneath the covers
I stare up at the colors
The kaleidoscope of sunset
Glowing upon my ceiling
But the Technicolor is pale
The beauty flawed and faded
For under these covers there should be two
But its only me, and no you

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