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Gbenga A Mar 5
the sun is as hot as spaghetti
steaming with a sauce
served with a side of sizzling hot cherries.

my tie is so tight I cough in silent h's
and I'm sweating
my pores shooting out like a fountain
and my face, like an umbrella in the rain.

no time to think
no time to reason
"Ding, Ding DIING!"
I jump like I was slapped on the cheek
my beard itches, my right eye twitches
"What the F* is this?"
I write out the first words that come to me
"Ding, Ding, DIING!"
but I'm not done writing
I look at the bell,  "you f*king ****"
and I jump again, like there was a puddle before me
my head is as hot as popcorn
no, even hotter
and you can hear it pop
from the front and from the back
"Ding, Ding, DIING!"
i jump again
it's me vs. a bell.
wrote this to encapsulate my anatomy steeplechase exams
izzmidnight Mar 4
I ******* hate you;
I hate every time you allude that we aren't friends,
I hate every time you refuse to look at me
Even when I'm talking to you.

You don't give a **** about me,
Even if I was crying like I am now,
Next to you, and you're doing your history homework
And complaining to a teacher all your friends aren't here at lunch
But I'm ******* here.

Can't you hear my tears, and see how I'm dying?
But you wouldn't care if I did die,
Only if it was an inconvenience to the play we both do,
Because that's the only time you care about me
And I know it's against your will.

You're selfish, you're a ***** to everyone
So of course I fell for you and I can't get over it,
Even when you give me that hateful glare you're bearing right now
As tears are streaming down my face
Because like you, my friends abandoned me and I'm lonely
And I need you to just ask if I'm good.

I'm not good,
I'm not even ******* close,
But you couldn't see if I was stabbing myself to death in front of you
Because you don't care.

I love you now,
I'm pathetic that I let it get that far.
Even if you keep hating me and it keeps killing me,
I don't care because you're ******* worth it,
I would rip myself to shreds for you.
I really appreciate comments and feedback! Tell me if you think it's too much.
J Wendell Coplin Dec 2024
Do I suffer?
Everything I do, I do wrong.
I can’t even get help.
I want to manifest my pain—
to bleed into your vision,
to force you to see me.

I hate that I’m an inconvenience.
I hate that I could be a problem.
I hate that I cause offense.
But please, please see me.

I need to be loud.
I need to be heard.
I need to be seen.
Please—
just see me.

I’m sorry to ruin your day.
I’m hurting too.
****.
I hate myself.
I might do it.
I might finally show you.

My last laugh:
the silence shatters.
I will finally be remembered.
You can’t ignore this.
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Archer Feb 15
Like how you run your fingers through my hair and stare at me with that smile of yours
when you think I’m not looking,
like how you light up whenever you see me
and you always rush to try to find me
and get up in my space?
Like how you spend time with me,
how you stay over at my house and I stay at yours?
Like how you get worked up over video games, and how sometimes
I can’t tell if you have a crush on me or are just an a##hole.
Now I know,
you’re just
an
a##hole.
He who writes angry,
Will write nothing of value at all.

He who write in emotion,
Shall write the epidemy of it all.
Anger is a trap in writing.
You took my light away

And let me stumble in the darkness

Why do you do this to me

I asked you to stop

But you dragged me back

Kicking and screaming all the while

I’m drowning in the flood

That you created
Part of the writing challenge, guess i was still angry
Rosas witten Jan 17
Said something dense
Breathe in, breathe out
Face crossroads with thoughts

But eyes don't lie

Frown like a fiery pulse
Cold turns hot

Eyes don't blink
Through winds
A straight gaze
Not obstructed

In rain
Still unbreakable
Five minutes of fierceness

Till exit
Deadly thoughts calm down
Glare to glow
Stiff lessens

Else around
On best behavior

When you ask what just happened
Don't know the answer
snipes Jan 2
Apple, berry, and honey.
A giving tree,
a vine’d bush,
and a killer bee.
Fulfillment underneath,
my ice cream.
All in the home,
of the outer layer.
Warm desserts off,
passed down family notes.
Holed out memories,
forgotten the smiles.
One day beyond,
I’ll finally see,
what was left behind,
for you and me.
Cut out a piece of the heart.
Leave when the going gets tough.
Enjoy the fruits off the labor,
but leave behind the pie crust,
that makes me angry.
A turned back for the lack of empathy.
You need more than a soul to control me.
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