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 Dec 2015 Maha Salman
ungdomspoet
og jeg ender endnu engang med at være irriteret på mig selv
fordi jeg bremser mine følelser og lader som om jeg er verdens mest
modige og spændende person
prøver at imponerer dig med ord som jeg tror du vil høre
og praler af mine mange seksuelle erfaringer
som egentlig ikke har gjort andet end at efterlade mig
med en følelse af tomhed og udnyttelse
og medført at jeg havde problemer med overhovedet at blive
berørt eller bare rørt af andre mennesker
jeg burde i stedet have betroet dig at jeg kun har elsket
en enkelt gang nogensinde
hvor jeg gav alt hvad jeg havde at byde på og endte med
at tabe det hele på gulvet
så når jeg kommer med hurtige spydige svar og min sarkastiske
tone virker mere irriteret end spøgende er det fordi
jeg er ******* bange
for at videregive mit reparerede hjerte da det stadig bærer
præg af en hård kamp med at lære blot at banke for
at holde mig i live
Point the gun at me all you want
I'm still not the suspect of your own
created crime.
Standing up for myself is apparently so bad
 Dec 2015 Maha Salman
R
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 Dec 2015 Maha Salman
R
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It's funny how they all say they hate you behind your back, and the next thing you know, they want to be your friend.
It's hilarious, isn't it?
I'd laugh if I could
Her lips touched mine
The sound she made sounded like the sweetest relief
"Why did I wait so long?
Why did I have to tease her?"

Cause I needed her
She needed me
And she'd been waiting so long
She was like the cutest puppy
Patient, loyal
Yet,
Silently begging
I had to give in
And girl,
Did I love it?
Love it I did.
She was overflowing with lust
That my bowl could not bear.
 Dec 2015 Maha Salman
Gaffer
She wore blue tights on the Monday
Tuesday it was green
Bright orange on the Wednesday
Thursday it was cream
I predicted black for the Friday
She wore trousers
Hate that girl.
 Dec 2015 Maha Salman
Gaffer
Monday
                 It has come to my attention, that someone has been stealing from
                 the communal fridge. I notice that my own personal milk with my
                 name on the bottle is half empty, also three fingers of my kitkat
                 are missing. Please refrain, or action will be taken.
Tuesday
                 It has come to my attention, and I’m pleasantly surprised to see
                 my milk has been topped up, though, why ******* of my
                 kitkat  in a V sign beggars belief. Just tasted my milk, you
                 ***** *******. I will now be monitoring the fridge from my office.
                 You will be caught.
Wednesday
                  
                   It has come to my attention, the camera monitoring the fridge
                   is now monitoring the ladies toilet. This is intolerable, you are
                   usurping my authority. Heads will roll. I will now be moving the
                   fridge into my office till further notice.
Thursday

                   It has come to my attention, my office has been penetrated,
                   the fridge is missing, and I find a ransom note on my desk.
                   I don’t know who you people think you're dealing with, but
                   let me leave you in no doubt, I will find out who you are, and
                   you will be dismissed.
Friday

                   It has come to my attention, a delivery of fifty fridges is
                   cluttering up the whole building, management is going
                   ballistic. I concede to your demands, please get rid of
                   them. Let us get back to you taking my milk and my biscuits,
                   my job, my life. Just leave me alone.
                                                                                    Thank you.
 Dec 2015 Maha Salman
Nigel Finn
Words are harmless, so they say,
That's where the problem starts;
Sticks and stones
May break our bones
But words will break our hearts.



Words are harmless, so they say,
And point you to their charts;
It's harmless fun,
No damage done.
But... Who will mend our hearts?



The x-rays show no damage
Where words have scathed across,
But it still feels hard to manage,
And leaves you at a loss.



Words are harmless, don't complain,
That's where the problem starts.
It's quite absurd-
A single word-
Enough to break our hearts!



But words are harmless, they maintain;
The subject of their parts,
No less or more,
So let them pour
From all our broken hearts
“Sticks and stones may break our bones, but words will break our hearts” is a quote I have stolen directly from Robert Fulghum.
In my defence, he'd already stolen half of that quote himself.
Oh how I wish to be
Someone other than me
Maybe someone who isn’t as scared
Perhaps someone worth fighting for
Someone who has a purpose in this world
Oh how I wish to be different
Whilst I wish to be same
I don’t know what I want
I just know I don’t want to be me
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