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 Apr 2014 Sweetheart
peurdelavie
i read a poem once

"My mother tells me
that when I meet someone I like,
I have to ask them three questions:

1. what are you afraid of?
2. do you like dogs?
3. what do you do when it rains?"

1. you're afraid of being alone. of dying alone. of your life never being enough. and of ships.

2. you have two. you once told me a story about a dog you had when you were a child. i'm quite certain you love them.

3. i'm afraid i'll never know. you left before i had the chance to find out and that scares me more than any other fear i've ever had.
 Apr 2014 Sweetheart
peurdelavie
i didn't think you cared,
but you told me at 6am
that you hoped
you don't wake me up
and it's strange
because two months ago
you were pleading
to my silent phone
for me to wake
but i guess this is your way
of saying you still care
even though we hadn't spoken
in 23 days
i still love you
 Apr 2014 Sweetheart
Emily
today
 Apr 2014 Sweetheart
Emily
i miss you and this is as much poetry as there is in me
i believe we were meant to fall in love
the way a hurricane is meant for destruction
or the way rain crashes down mid-winter

we were meant to destroy each other
the way two young hearts do when
they collide with the force of destiny

S.W
WHY ARENT I OVER YOU ITS BEEN TWO ******* YEARS
YOU DONT EVEN TALK TO ME ANYMORE                                
YOU DONT EVEN ******* CARE ABOUT ME                          

YOU MADE THAT CLEAR WHEN YOU DECIDED DRUGS WERE
SO MUCH MORE IMPORTANT THAN BEING THERE FOR ME    
YOU MADE IT CLEAR WHEN YOU HAD YOUR                              
TONGUE DOWN HER MOTHER ******* THROAT                    

SO WHY THE **** DO I STILL CARE FOR YOU                                
AND THINK OF YOU WHEN YOU PROBABLY HAVENT                  
THOUGHT OF ME SINCE I LOOKED YOU IN THE EYES                      
AND TOLD YOU I NEEDED YOU

AND YOU WALKED AWAY

S.W
I'm always so cold
if I could just kiss you
one last time, I know
that the fire inside of me
will be ignited so bright
that it'll burn for the world

s.w
I miss my stupid perfect girlfriend.

With her stupid cute face.

With her stupid nice smile

that makes the pain erase.


And I miss her stupid lovely eyes,

so stupid pretty brown.

And I know I’m stupid in love with her

because for some reason,

when she’s feeling stupid or unpretty

I feel ****** and down.


I miss her stupid laugh

full of joy and wonder.

And I miss how she doesn’t make me feel stupid, at all

And how she makes my heart feel like thunder


And I wish I was with her right now

I wish we could be stupid together

But I’ll give up a few stupid days

In exchange for being stupid forever.
I love reading poetry on this site.

The most common used word is love.
Well, actually ambiguous is used a lot. I guess it makes people feel smart about themselves.

Anyway, everyone uses the word 'love', but has anyone experienced it or are we all deluding ourselves?

Besides the point, I've learned that if you want to succeed in writing on this site, you have to make sure you write about how you 'fell' in love and then follow it with 'heartbreak'.

You can be dark, and probably get some 'acclaim' from the broody broods.
Or you can not be completely pretentious and write something genuine.
Good luck, though. They'll call it cliche or cheesy.
So you deal with that...
But first thing is first: You must get artistic.

                                                    ­                                                       Do this
                                                            ­                                        because
                                                                ­                              it some how
                                                                ­                 makes it look like
                                                                ­              you
                                             ­                                        know
                                                                ­                              what
                                                                ­                                      you're
                                                                ­                                               doing.

Make sure
you seem like you
DO THIS
for a l
          i love you more than i can take
            vicious words cause my heart to break
               in god we trust our love forever
                 never be gone from me, oh no, not ever!
                    good bye my love i'll cherish you... ambiguously


Now let's get wordy.
Let's use some words entirely too much like...
AMBIGUOUS
Then after that, it'll be time to crack open the thesaurus and write words that you're not entirely sure that you're using correctly.

The ambiguous alligator bit with a fervor as the metamorphosis of his analysis changed what he thought (DID YOU SEE WHAT I DID THERE). He was chased by hunters, but was devoid of a cwtch (yeah, that's a word. Maybe he's a welsh alligator. I don't know. Parts of this poem are meant to be...wait for it...ambiguous).

the
     alligator's
                   father
                            died
                                   in
                                       the
                                            great
                                                    alligator wars of 1
                                                               ­               9
                                                ­                              7
                                 ­                                             2012 was an okay year, though.

what a tragedy it is to be abstentious at a buffet...(end it ambiguously)
                                                                ­                                              end

Then we have some depressing stuff on this site. Not that there's anything wrong with writing something depressing, but usually it's kind of stuff that you'd read at a seventh grade poetry slam sponsored by Hot Topic and Van's Warped Tour in partnership with AXE Body Spray and Monster Energy Drink.

We'll call this one....

'pain, pain, and more pain'

I knew this girl
name was elle
she rang my heart
like a ******* bell

i was fourteen
she was fine
we had assigned seats next to each other
but her seat was inside of my mind

we talked about deep stuff
like really deep
she told me she had nightmares
and i said i had them too
BUT NOT ALL OF THEM ARE IN MY SLEEP

the real nightmare was that
she had a boyfriend
he treated her really well
but he was a ******* FOOTBALL PLAYER
**** **** **** LOVE IS A ******* HELL

why not me
why the tool
i can play six songs on the guitar
and my parents own a pool

i could have given you everything
i could have given you my heart on a string
but you cut it with your knife
and ******* did it sting

my heart is black
my emotions in a whirl
i'll be like this for two weeks
AT LEAST
until i talk to another girl


I just love some of the poetry I read on this site, and I hope you like mine.

Thanks, guys!
Rejection is hard, rejection is tough,
Rejection has a way of making you feel like
You’re just not enough
If someone doesn’t want you
Don’t feel second rate
Because inside of us all
Lies something great
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