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Bob Christian Mar 2020
To my younger self

Take the time out to
Enjoy those precious
Times, people, places.
Make another memory.
You’ll thank yourself in the future.

Take the time out to
Heal those wounds.
Keep moving forwards
Physically and mentally.
You’ll thank yourself in the future.

Take the time out to
Create those stories;
Ones that your future
Generation will re-tell
You’ll be remembered in their future.
AP May 2017
Centiped.
I need Centiped.
For **** the flower who hurt me.
For the glory of misery

Did you one time dreaming just one time to shot the people ?
The stupide people
Do you love the hate ?
Yeah this dark power inside your heart

You have ******* when you heard he's voice
Centiped coming.
You
Need
It
Brenduh Nov 2016
As the leaves change color and the days turn chilly
There's one thing that stays constant
and that's my love for you

The second my future connected with your past
The minute I stepped onto the concrete sidewalk
I knew that I wouldn't get rid of you
I couldn't get rid of you
No matter how much I've tried somehow you haunted my thoughts
Creeping up when I least expect it
You recaptured my heart and I'm okay with that
helena luce Nov 2015
Thank you for making this easier for me.
You took yourself out of my life while we were still pretending to be together.
Photos I could've never erased.
Passion I could've never forgot.
Love I could've never let go of.
You've become this evil that I dont remember falling for.
5 years of my life, a few of them wasted with lies, deceit, manipulation, and unfaithfulness.
I dont know how or why, but I know its over.
Nobody has ever hurt me as much as you.
Who knows how long it'll take me to get over you.
Who knows if I can ever fall for someone as hard as I fell for you.
Who knows when i'll open my heart again.
Im lost, confused, and breathless.
I feel pathetic
I hate you so much but I cant stop thinking about you.
Waiting around like an idiot waiting for a text, call, or something.
I cant wait for the day where I could care less.
The day where someone better takes my breath away.
Until then, i'll stay strong.
Parker Louis Jan 2015
They said it was A PUSH
I said this **** is APES
Bananas

Do they know what this system does?
It's all just stress
So they can assess
What you've learned
Meanwhile, they've only turned
A generation into stressed out perfectionists
Or students dropped out, burned out
So many notes, assignments, & essays to write
It's all lead to carpal tunnel in the wrist
Why does this system exist?

Instead make students hunger for knowledge
Instead of stressing out about college
Somewhere over the hedge
The rainbow
Where the grass is greener
I picture students happier and keener
With the love of learning being what we live for.
12/17/2014. I wrote this after the Final exam for my high school AP Environmental Science class (APES for short). I was also taking AP US Hsitory at the time (APUSH for short). It's about the school system being stressful since everyone feels pressured to get the top grade and be at the top of their class. This system is about repeating information verbatim and makes students hate school instead of being genuinely interested and loving learning
Dolores L Day Aug 2014
What I would give for your attention.
I would give a lot.
What I would give to not have to give
for me to be in your thoughts.

What I would give for your affection.
I've given it much thought.
I would return the pencil you gave me
which doesn't happen a lot.

What I would give for you to look my direction
Without you thinking someone else it hot.
What I would give for an emotional connection
that would occur more often than not.

            What I would give to know what to give
                                           because I know your love can't be bought.
One gave me a purple pencil because he thought it was my favorite color.
The other drove me home and played Frank Sinatra.
murielle lemaire May 2014
I am driftwood on a sea of though.
I am the sweet smoke from your mouth
and the ashes that fall.
I am ice
that your too cold hands cannot melt.
I am the truths unspoken.
I am subtlety screaming to be noticed.
I am
raised flesh
I am
eyes wide open
i am the insatiable hunger.

the gasp for air
the bite mark
the taste of laughter
the scent of desire
                               left behind,
still lingering in the air, and burned in the brain.

— The End —