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Drop your Grudge Rants
by the door
We Will Not Tolarate
This Anymore

Edit and toss Distasteful Rhymes
Ugly Poems with Vain designs

Haughty thoughts and
bitter words
Childish petty accusing verbs

Who did What to Who and When
Will this Clusterfuck never end?

Selfish actions, Spoiled Children
We Refuse to be your Minions

Like CNN
And Drone Fox news

We've had enough of
Self Serving views

Hurting hearts, far and wide
tender Poets with
tenuous pride

Yet, Strutting and Indignant
for who I ask?
All those involved,
A Donkeys ***

Not a home for
Egotistical Zealots
Nor a place for
flinging pellets

We come in Peace, HP to share
Not get caught in ugly snares

And to the few that
have the gaul.

"If you have nothing decent to say,
say nothing at all"

YOU CHOOSE TO USE
HP THIS WAY.
GO AWAY. FIND SOME
WHERE ELSE TO PLAY.

●HELLO●HELLO●HELLO●**
                

Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved
☆ YES, I AM YELLING ☆
Many of us feel so cheated when we
have a moment to come onto HP
and our time is wasted by ugly
degrading Rant Writes
against other Poets.
SERIOUSLY. . Come on.. REALLY???????
Back against the wall, lights off, door locked and Black Veil Brides blasting through the stereo.

It's just a empty room right?

Wrong look in the corner, no not the one with the light, the one where it's pitch black.

Now look closely do you see her, the girl who's all alone.

No?

Then pay closer attention, her head is burried in between her knee's and her body's violently shaking from the sobs that betray her.

Shes crying from the pain .

Pain she's endured for so long.

Its gotten to her.

The words they spit at her, the looks of disqueste, the fights with her parents that seem to be getting worse.

She doesn't know what to do anymore she's tried it all drugs,self harm,music,writing!

Anything that might stop or at least help the pain she feels.

The girl lifts her head and stares at the ground next to her.

To the right of her is a razor and to the left is a rope.

She grabs the razor and runs it across her leg.

Its deep, the cut, deeper than the rest.

She wipes some of the blood on her hand and writes on the wall.

IM SORRY IM USELESS

Now with tears running down her face she grabs the rope and ties it to the ceiling fan.

She steps on a chair and slowly puts the rope around her neck.

She wipes her eyes and whispers I'm  sorry before stepping off the chair.
I am Mexican:
       Brown and forgotten inbetween,
       Brown like the dirt poor I am.

Iv'e been in hard labor:
      I do what "they" don't want to anymore,
      I am the backbone of the working class.

Iv'e been poor:
      I see no handouts under the pyramid scheme,
      I am the Latin prince of the ghetto.

Iv'e been a hustler:
      Every penny earned off my back
      Makes dollars for "their" pockets.

Iv'e been here:
      I am no *******,
      I am the American dream,
      Still I must show identification.

I am Mexican:
      Brown and four generations deep
      American, I am still
      The immigrant face.
Langston Hughes 1902-1967
sometimes I don't like being a loner
but I guess its better than being a stoner
I am caught in mellow drama
kids these days hooked on marijuana
I will not smoke *** with you
but I will read you pride and prejudice
I like my books better than oxycontin
My Clarry and Jace more than your straight ***** and chase  
I like books more than people
reading is my choice drug
while yours starts bringing you down
on your addiction is frowned
mine is making me looked up to
yes I am a loner
my walls build from Stephen kings
my heads not clouded with weirs the ****
no I guess I am not a stoner
but fictional people are better than real ones
I wont **** for a too finger bag
but touch my paper back and ill have your ***
Say my name
Say it gently
Use your words
To caress me
Speak your thoughts
Speak them out loud
Confess your love
Amidst the crowd
Scream your wishes
Scream your dreams
Make your reality
Better than it seems
Whisper your pain
Whisper your fears
Release the tension
Wipe away your tears
Open your mind
Open up wide
Let my love in
Let me inside
It is the summer of my seed
My time to taste the fire
A nest of kisses, lit by the summer moon
I  lay in the shadows of the  grass
My champagne hair rests into your lap
The river murmurs with peace
Your body like a maze that my fingers graze

You entice me, your desire is not unheard
It is the harbor of me that you will enter
Your hands are rugged, yet your delicate
Shuddering with fear of the unknown
Feeling my pelvis  tighten
You smell  of refined  honey
You induce waves into my spinning mind
Fevered, desirous twists and enrich
Your fingers glide  across my craving *******
My pink buds rise with your kiss
Savoring every profound trail you embark upon
Every layer you discover  intoxicates  me
Aching  with a frenzied hunger
Placing my fingers I fidget and skim the forbidden
I explore your arousal
I follow the curve of your arch with my  ***** lips
I stir  over the head of your manhood
Rotating and circling I feel you widen
Becoming devoted and curious I  increase my speed
I engorge and drink your ecstasy
Trembling as you ******
Aching to infuse me with lovers perfume

You  lay me down ,alluringly you nip at my thighs
As I covet for your  introduction feeling hypnotized
My flesh awakens, as my petal grows
Your tongue flutters across my silky spot
I'm  breathless and anchored
Euphoric gratification embraces my body

You  ease filling the inside of me
We blend together
Your manhood encounters my blossom
I inhale as feverish luster takes over
You caress the curves of my back
I moan with pleasure
As we discover one another ,we are the echo of our youth
The scales have tipped from empathy to apathy.
Another deep conversation that results in no gain.
Feel better; feel like you're helping. Give me good advice.
I'm glad you feel better.
I'll fall asleep, again, racked by an aching heart and soul.

This gothica doesn't suit me. You'll never walk by me thinking, "That boy needs to be happier."
You'll never see the pain behind my eyes; I hide too well.
Masters of Disguise: a brotherhood with no members.
How about I come at this more directly?

The guilt and remorse at having broken the only thing I cared about: Her.
The pain that seeps from my chest because I won't just let it out.
The anger and despise that I'm the only one being blamed for any of it.
These are my most familiar emotions; and they have no place except on this page.

How do people do this? How do you feel better? Where do you hide your pain, and who the **** cares? When I bare my soul, it's abused; when I hide it away, I'm abused. There's no escape. "Do it the way I did it." I'm not you. I'm me. Care without understanding. Don't fix me, congratulate that I want to fix myself.

Don't be an apathetic *******.
Reading his daily messages soon became boring,
but you are ignoring the fact that he was only trying to be loving..
At first he was special for you,
but now you treat him like a nobody..
You are missing the whole thing..

You asked him to remain the same..
..but you changed..
Its a shame!
Sending you messages daily without getting any replies,became his habit,
and reading his daily messages without replying,became yours..

The point that you are missing is that there're actually lots of girls out there who wish to have someone like him in their lives..
but still,he is holding on to you..
because he still loves you the way he did when he was 17..
but maybe it won't last forever,
because he is a lover,
and lovers expect love in return..
-Sharvish
You'll only miss him the day he'll be gone..
but he'll never let you miss him,
because he's got no intentions of leaving..
even if its difficult..
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