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lizie 3d
i have never,
and will never,
love someone the way i love you.

and i still love you,
of course i do.
it’s only been a week.

you’ve consumed my thoughts,
woven yourself into my dreams,
trampled over every piece of progress.

you told me you loved me.
i believed you.
you did too.
was it ever true?

your new girl seems lovely,
kind, understanding,
everything i’ll never be.

but sean,
it’s only been a week.
a week.
it’s only been a week.

i must be easy to get over.
a few days for you,
an eternity for me.
i’m one week into forever.

don’t ask for warmth from me now.
i’m cold, broken,
drowning beneath
while you float above.

you think i left again,
that i never meant what i said.
but we wouldn’t be here
if you hadn’t done those things,
your freshman year, my sophomore.

sean.
it’s only been a week.
it makes me sick. it’s only been a week, and there’s someone new?
As he raised his gun, he felt a sense of resignation wash over him. He knew it was empty, a futile attempt to bluff his way out of the situation. But the cops had no way of knowing that, and they continued to fire at him with reckless abandon.

Bullets whizzed past his head, and he felt a strange sense of calm wash over him. He knew this was the end. The sound of gunfire echoed through the air, and he felt his body **** with each impact.

As he fell to the ground, he saw the faces of the officers, their eyes wide with fear and adrenaline. He knew that they would live with the memory of this moment for the rest of their lives, and he felt a pang of sorrow for them.

In his final moments, he thought about the choices that had led him to this point. The mistakes, the poor decisions, the desperation. He thought about the people he loved, and the people he had hurt. And he thought about the what-ifs, the possibilities that would never be explored.

As the darkness closed in around him, he felt a sense of acceptance. This was the end of his story, and he had written the final chapter himself. The gun slipped from his fingers, and everything went black.
I am reaching to you
through this endless space
so I can touch you
and take
it all
away.
which perpetrators most likely find quite funny

Super ******* and sons of ******* wantonly deceive
easily earning the sobriquet nefarious charlatans heave
vainly doing devilish deeds done dirt cheap and leave
a broke bloke (such as writer of these words)
whereby he doth perceive
sudden horror and nothing short of a cyber thieve.

Donald ***** and Philip Stevens
pose as legitimate senior
customer service representative/
relation officers who
(may be savvy with accredited learning) apply
a misleading electronic address as follows -
onlineservices.citizensalert@gmail.com,
but any resemblance
between said imposters
and gurus of bonafide money world
and living person purely coincidental,
(who may sport countless other aliases
possibly one and the same individual),
whom thee dear reader
may have unfortunately encountered online
bank on hoodwinking with tricks of their trade
deserve to get their just desserts,
and finds me referencing the comedy duo
of Laurel and Hardy ofttimes incorporating
their most iconic
and frequently used catchphrase:
"Well, here's another nice mess
you've gotten me into!"
and said tagline describes to a Tee,
how yours truly felt after dealing
with the aforementioned individuals
I consider scoundrel(s).

Upon inquiring at Citizens Bank headquarters
none of the head honchos
within the upper echelons of management
recognized above broached names,
nevertheless I derive pleasure
courtesy character assassination
ennobling nasty, brutish and short
(a famous quote
from Thomas Hobbes's Leviathan,
where he describes life
in a hypothetical
"state of nature" without government)
fiends able, eager and ready
to bleed financially dry
with bluster any individual
that can be manipulated
to believe that apothegm
if something seems too good to be true
then most likely sinister motives
figuratively trod underfoot.

The technique to incorporate
hook, line and sinker
falsely claiming that a username
or password warrant immediate attention
(as applies to the sensitive
and delicate nature of checking
and/or savings account information)
which figurative foxes in sheep's clothing
will be more than eager
to resolve said "false" glitch
by surrendering such sensitive data
to these self proclaimed Messiahs.

I feel dumbfounded
not only at the crass chicanery
to dupe me,
(who rarely questions the blunt request
to acquire sensitive data
such as passwords
or even sending a copy
of a debit card)
barely giving second pause
at the sheer chutzpah
of derelicts to rob yours truly
of his measly money,
but also chide myself
for being so oblivious
to "red flags"
such as a supposedly
"fake" Citizens Bank employees
emailing me at all hours
of the day and night
inveigling one poor sucker
to relinquish (analogous to keys
of a safe being willingly handed over
without deliberation, hesitation,
petification, and trepidation),
and wonder when
will I ever learn
to be more perspicacious
to now self evident truths
about the wily wicked ways
of scam artists totally
adrip with malicious motives,
which as an aside require me
to update all the merchants
(not necessarily of Venice)
and vendors linkedin
to the compromised debit card.

Adieu from: Matthew Harris
Foogle 3d
We stare out the x gate
She wants to go home
and I don’t want to be here or there or anywhere
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