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Aaron Bee Aug 2014
When wounds
Are apparent
Clean theĀ 
Afflicted
Allow your open
Sores
To be picked.
Put your fingers in
Deep, wiggle
A little.
Loosen the flesh
Let it heal
A leather chair
It's comfy
And the headrest actually fits!
The woman
A nurse of some sort
Explains **** near everything
"This does blaahhh
And that does bluhhhhh
And this other thing does
Blegghhhhh"
Thanks.
Let's just get it over with
Then in comes the dentist
Well
He's an oral surgeon
He tells me his name
And hooks up an IV
And in goes the anesthesia

                    BLACKNESS

A comfy chair
I must be coming to
But in the office?
Then I hear the cat
Ohhhhhh
I'm home
Ok
Cool.
What do you mean?
All I can eat is ice cream?
And mashed potatoes?
Ughh... I wish I was back asleep.
Got my wisdom teeth pulled out today. So that's fun
W Winchester Jul 2014
of trying to keep a schedule
trying to stay updated
pleasing my **** fans

im getting sort of tired
of trying to be... "deep"
"thought-provoking"
and "pithy"

**** that.

i do not write to please you
i do not write because i want "votes"
and "comments"

i do not write to even keep my sanity in check
not anymore

i write because something nags me so much
that i either turn it into words

or **** myself

simple as that.

so please
please do not think
that my oh-so-romantic poetic suffering
is all for you

it's not.
it most definitely is not.
people on other websites are nagging me to update something and read their stuff. I am losing my mind (said literally) and you want me to devote my time to being some featured critic on your novice romantic novel? *******.
Lex Jul 2014
Do you ever feel like
People are just annoyed at the fact that you exist?
Sigh
punk rock hippy Jul 2014
My headache is sitting next to me telling me things I already know.
Alex Vazquez Jul 2014
It's funny that you take so much away.
It's funny that you don't even care.
It's funny how much you've led me astray.
It's funny how much I'm still not aware.

If it only it was easy.
Then we wouldn't have to pretend.
That you don't make me queasy,
Everytime you and I try to blend.

I wonder how I would've acted,
If I had known,
That you would've extracted,
Every seed I had ever sown.

Maybe I might have been ready,
But then I recall all the lonely days,
In which you made me feel so unsteady.
I should have never looked into your gaze.

I believed you to be so sunny,
And that, my friend, is what's so funny.
Alex Vazquez Jul 2014
I am so very annoyed.
I over think and obsess over you.
Trying to get you to fill some void.
I guess this poem is long overdue.

I get frustrated too many times to count.
I climb up what seems to be this rocky and slippery wall.
Hoping that I can surmount.
I only now realize, that I pathetically crawl.

I am not going to drag on anymore.
I will do what I want, and for me.
From now on, I am back to a closed door.
I won't get hurt anymore, this I guarantee.
In my mind, this is short, but I couldn't really find the urge to write more on the subject at the moment.
Yours et cetera Jul 2014
His affection rushes wickedly,
Like pestilence, through my veins
The lilts of his venomous voice
Sending my heart into a frenzy

But he vanishes into oblivion
As quickly as he came
And I am expected to implore,
To pander, and ******

Lest I lose the chance of reunion;
The sliver of good fortune
One that promises idyllic nights,
Iridescent moonbeams on skin

That's how my parents started
The young days teeming with hope
Which soon shriveled into bitterness
And vacuous, dejected nights

With one glance, I see my folly
This caricature of love
This twisted travesty to life
I jettison the nonsense and bid goodnight
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