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Michael Amery Aug 2014
The day will not arrive when the bird awakes and thinks "Not today, I don't feel like attending to the worm."

Nor will there ever be an ant who sits back and does not do its part for the industrious colony rather living off the labour of its fellows like so sort of parasite.
Blah. This didn't go very far.
AmberLynne Jul 2014
Melancholy,
you spiteful *****.
Creeping in,
seeping ever deeper
into my bones.
Nestling in and making
a nice little home for yourself.
You weren't invited in here
And yet you come in, obviously
planning a lengthy stay.
Please just go the **** away.
I can't stand it
when you come around
And hound me from the inside
Pounding on my brain
Controlling my very
train of thought
And surrounding my soul.
You threaten to
swallow me whole
You ravenous *****
And to tell the truth
I'm utterly bored with
this little dance we have.
Just stop, cease this game.
You have no place here.
4.5.14
Sophia Jul 2014
why
Why did I ever
Let you tell me
What to like?
Rediscovering old music old friends told me was stupid.
Francie Lynch Apr 2014
I hear,  "...blah... blah...blah..."
             "...yada... yada... yada..."
Tsk! Tsk!
So verbose,
And redundant too.
If you've nothing to say,
One blah will do.
I"m sure you've noticed how often people end sentences with these three nothings.
Samantha Jul 2014
I can't touch you with my fingers
or my words

because my fingers would startle you
and my words mean nothing

but I can smile about you
and hope you do as well

even though hope is the word
that can startle us the most

it's what we really need
inspired by a tumblr post
Nicole Carpenter Jun 2014
this feeling just doesn’t go away,
it doesn’t run into the corner and disappear for a night
or two.
it stays and invades the ropes of my mind,
makes me hate, and love with such passion that
I know it will drive me insane.

but the worst parts are the downfalls,
for as much as I love and as much as I topple,
head over heels and body over brain,
you will still not be mine when I roll over
in the morning

and that’s slowly taking its demonic toll
on my legs as they shake all through the halls,
and my lips as they quiver when I say your name,
and my mind won’t ******* shut off anymore
not even for a night, not even when I shove it
into the corner where there’s not much light at all.
Caitlin Jun 2014
It’s times like this when I miss you.
When I know you are the only one who understands the anger that will soon turn to tears.
When the laughter of friends has faded.
When my friends sleep peacefully-
And I just sit and stare.
Still so ******* confused as to how badly we ****** up.
Trying to comprehend the end.
Knowing you could solve this all for me-
With just a smile.
Yea..I miss you at moments like this.
AmberLynne Jun 2014
It's one of those days
where I just can't fake my smiles.
I abhor everyone around me
and the very air against my skin
causes a friction that makes me flinch.
I can't ******* handle today.
Can we rewind,
start over,
so the sounds of their voices
don't grate on my brain?
Because it's one of those days
I simply can't take anymore of.
Please help me, I'm about to break.
6.23.14
Jeremy Bean Jun 2014
Thanks guys, finally hit 1k hearts without too much social engineering. lol

but i must say. . .

HP has disappointed me as of late. . . asking for donations (which I have paid being a long time user) but I wonder how much of that goes to this new #hastag system. . . I liked this site because it was plain, easy to use, and the poetry spoke for itself without all these lousy social networking features everyone is using.  I liked that it wasnt a popularity contest where the work could speak for itself. . . It doesnt feel that way anymore. Sorry, maybe some of you like it, but the one place that was once my favorite avenue to share my work, may soon no longer be.
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