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stopdoopy Dec 2018
We are done.

I will no longer sit idle.

I will not wait for my friends to get hurt.

It is long past due,

we will not tolerate it any longer.

Do not make up excuses,

listen to what your friends tell you,

do not give the benefit of the doubt;

they do not deserve it.

If they make you feel

unloved, belittled, ignored, hurt, unsafe,

come to me.

If they call you names

*****, *****, disposable, immature,  a child,

come to me.

Tell, if you wish, all of how they have done you wrong.

Tell me, and I will tell you.

Dump Them.

Gone is the time of "It's none of my business"

Gone is the time of "It's not your relationship"

Gone is the time of "No one asked for your opinion"

That is my friend,

and I will no longer sit and let my friends be hurt.
No matter who you are, friend or not, if you come to me and tell me such things I will not sit there and try to reason it out, I will not hear excuses to their behavior, I will not be forgiving. If you come to me with such words, I will be there to tell you to get out of it now.

I am absolutely fed up with people and how they treat others- that is your partner and you will treat them with the respect they deserve or you will get out. I DO NOT care that you are sexually unsatisfied, feel ignored, and feel unsupported when you have tried gaslighting and dragged in so many things that do not belong in the conversation. I DO NOT care if you are ******* and angry- you treat your partner with the respect they deserve. How dare you.

I'm livid that people will treat others like this and I am done being silent.
Abigail Fischer May 2018
I don’t write right,
I don’t speak neat,
I write what I speak,
Leaving error for unique,
I don’t care to be fair,
And fair isn’t there,
In the battle of scare or be scared,
I fear the fears,
Fears that encapture slow,
Slow and arrogant,
To put on a snare and show,
Slow is nasty,
Nasty is the only thing I see,
In the world of winning,
I don’t write for you,
I don’t write to read,
Don’t tell me I write wrong,
These words are wrote to be freed,
Not for your benefit,
Yet you still convince my mind,
There is something wrong,
Wrong to be kind,
Wrong to be in need,
But I’m not listening,
Grab my pitchfork,
Grab moreso the pen,
Write from the hell,
Find it within and carve the shell,
Hide it within a sin,
And watch the world it’s emerged in.
Nohémie Nov 2017
You submit yourself to a lifestyle
You guarantee yourself to a good time
Where love and lust only share a letter in common
Where their uncommon association is their juxtaposition
Where both can live in dimensions that are parallel
But you won't be saved by the bell
It rings to say that you're lying to yourself
But you won't be saved by the bell
It yells to tell you that it doesn't suit you well
You need to realize that love and lust share more than you wish they did
That both combined make up what you need
That lust alone makes you think of love
Even in the most meaningless and heated moments of fun
And that love alone makes you think of lust
Even in the most intimate moments of affection
Janae Jul 2017
Calm down;
breathe slow
if you need to
just let it go.

Don't let your crown
not even a little bit,
don't give them
the benefit.
Varsha Nehra May 2017
I'm a girl, I have the benefit over boys.

Everyone will accept my friendship,

While  yours will be questioned.

I may not be as good as you,

But I have the benefit over you.

I'll always be a victim,

While you remain culprit.

Even if I don't get the justice,

You will be shamed in public.

Society may call me names,

But you are not as free as you think,

The love of your life may never,

Give you a chance forever.

Her life will be changed by your fellow,

She will question your intention,

And pull the arrow,

It'll hurt and you'll see the shackles.

I'm a girl, I have a benefit over you,

I will be forgotten,

But you will be shamed,

If something happens, they'll call your name.

I'm a girl,

I will either fight to live or fight to die,

But you'll never see me cry,

And you'll die under the burden of my cries.
I got this idea from FaceBook Friend Request
T-The gift of life is oft stolen away
H-Horrid weaponry does the affray
E-Endlessly casualties will parlay

G-Gleaming soldiers eyes gone for rest
I-In unforgiving battles so harsh of test
F-Fighting at a land's utmost behest
T-Terrible the deadly toll is to attest

O-Over and over munitions have terminated
F-Flagrantly thieving any quietude generated

L-Loved sons of kinfolk seen to weep
I-Infinite this sadness ever so deep
F-From a beautiful benefit the cost steep
E-Extinguished by war's insane keep
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