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 Feb 2015 Anonymous
WickedHope
Cut open

Me

Found

The scared little girl

I didn't want

To be seen

If I'm faking

Okay

Enough

Will I be

Fine
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 Feb 2015 Anonymous
Tupelo
Island
 Feb 2015 Anonymous
Tupelo
She smiled like a fist fight,
Lips curled into an apology,
Sipping on that darkened bottle,
Wishing for the winter,
Fishing for the rain
and spitting away the sun,
Planting all the daffodils
with the sharpest of knives,
She is an island,
Lost at sea,
unaware of the times,
Smiling like a fist fight,
and a garden of knives
Sometimes I feel like a *****..
like my number should be on a bathroom stall
"For a temporary good time call.."
and there would be my number big and bold for the world to see.

That must be where they find it or where I find them because they are all so ******.

What am I doing wrong? Is it me? Is this truly the way that I see myself? No hello beautiful or I want to see you
No, just a 20 minute ***** without even a how are you?

It is funny because now that you don't have any time for me and I know I can't be with him all I want to do is call him and ask if we can have a "Sleepover" and I know he knows what that entails
really no point in staying the night, just turn off the lights
I take off my clothes, we ****, no cuddling or true connection just physical and leaving. You'll *** into the ******, use the restroom, wash your hands, then lay down and pass out and I will be left crying and wondering why I am not good enough to take to dinner, meet your friends really do ANYTHING but be in this bedroom.

But I will slip on my clothes, hold my head high and walk out your front door.
We all know people like this.. just explain to me why we continue to take the punches.. is the *** really that good? No, not really.
 Feb 2015 Anonymous
Awesome Annie
Don't give me stolen sentiments, I'd rather have the wine. Don't paint my paths with fake rose petals, I'm a bitter valentine.

Diamonds are a girls best friend, let's face it you're always broke. You never write me poetry, and its all just one big joke.

That box of chocolates overpriced, it tastes like a cheap *****. All the efforts just a waste, to get in my front door.

Don't buy me flowers that are half dead, I can't stand to watch them waste away. Stupid men love stupid woman, on this stupid day.

I could just be a bitter chick, on a day you don't want to be mine. Just get me drunk and **** me hard, I'm a bitter valentine.
Valentine's Day.
What a joke.
Attempting to buy someone's affection.
How trivial.
We make reservations.
We pick up our date.
We give them meaningless things.
Candy. Flowers. Cards.
People  are exploited.
People are used.
People are dehumanized.
People are objectified.
And it's claimed to be for love.
That's not love.
Love isn't candy.
Love isn't flowers.
Love isn't ***.
And love is NOT forced.
Love is when you don't have to constantly buy or do things for someone, and they still know you care.
Love is a little note you leave someone to cheer them up on a bad day.
Love is holding the door for someone.
Love is a hug. Love is a kiss.
Love is a kind word.
Love is innocent and pure.
Love is you and I.
I dislike Valentine's Day because I think it's stupid to set a day aside to show people you love them. Especially the special someone that is in your life. You should show them you care every day. That doesn't mean buying them things. I hate the commercial racket Valentine's Day has become. People are nice to their dates because they have selfish ulterior motives. People who are single feel left out and alone. Well, I'm here to tell you to go ahead and be your own valentine. Every day. And show love to everyone. Do kind things for people. That's a love everyone can express. And everyone will enjoy that. I do love my girlfriend very much. But, I won't be doing anything for her or us for Valentine's day. I have nothing to prove to her or anyone else. If your impression of my love for you is dependent on what I buy you on February 14th, I cannot be with you. I'm just fed up with people being taken advantage of by the stores and people being taken advantage of by their dates. We need to spread kindness and love. I love you all, and please be safe.
Certain men may be pigs, and maybe some feminists take it a bit far,
but when it comes to sexism, I certainly don't think it's restricted to ***;
and when it comes to racism: there's no such thing as race.

Far too many **** Sapiens are just ******* vapid and odious when it comes to their personality, in general. It doesn't matter if the narrative is One's ***, or religion, politics, perceived gender, art, science, the weather or any other elite form of edified philosophy.

I want to believe that everyone has merit-
that they cannot be judged by any external entity
that, because it is external, lacks the whole context.

Still, some people spoil my attitude towards people a bit.

Humans are my favorite counter-example; yet, I love us. Somehow.

Jaded though I may well be,
I seek foremost to be kind, but that makes you a doormat.
One seems to have two choices: be a push-over, or an *******.

I seek the middle path:
empathic and kind, but also self-interested.
..something of a "passive-assertive" person.

Returning to the point:
I'm just an equalist, I guess.
Egalitarian. Individualist.

Sexism? Racism? Nationalism?
Why the **** is it even an issue?

Haven't we grown up at all in the last 10,000 years?

If someone's skin color, chromosomal composition, language, wealth, ethnicity, or where on Earth they happened to be born is that big of an issue to you psychologically and socially, there are much bigger problems going unchecked boiling over within you. The abandoned kettle whistles.
Good luck. Earnestly.
We're all counting on you.

People are people.
Worry about yourself and what and who you love.
Halfway to a rant and back again! May as well be a rant. Okay, it's a rant.
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