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uhhhhhhh Nov 2017
like people dnt take me as i am they take mii like a joke

Ok first of all **** HURTS! Guess she did it b4 n maybe her experience was not very good, perhaps thats why she told u its gross n all.

Why did my crush open my snapchat and not reply?
My life is so huge I have to blog about it.

Why is there racism, ISIS, ****** slavery, massive killings, poverty? Why is life so hard?

its to krazii for people to understand ***
ConnectHook Jul 2017
Do tell us
your rare experiences.
Make it all about you.
The colors you beheld,
the love you lost,
the torment you possess...
tell us all about it.
Hallow
your shallow
suffering
(and ours as well).
free-verse vomitings for your erudite perusal
jude rigor Jul 2017
my lover comes from a town where
every image triggers the memory
of a memory : everything is new and
overgrown, even the trees. but it feels
as if he has been here forever.

the sky floats in my rearview
as a reflection against an old,
white dodge neon, sun settling
into the hollow hole in my
stomach
like
melted peach frozen yogurt.

last bit of sunlight sleeping somewhere
in my skin, i put my brights on halfway
down the highway, smiling into the
shadow of today (the shadow of him),
i can't help but love the way
his eyes smile before i
leave.

i roll my windows
all the way down
so it will feel like
i am flying
all over.

stop light red moon
i follow
where the sun sits
home into the
night

slow driving
i have time to think
take pictures of tree
-lines so i won't
disappear

our words trail across
the sky as airplane exhaust
fade before i blink
i still feel them
in my skin

i feel him waiting in
every forest
every second
every foot more of pavement
until i am home

and he is smiling as i drive away
**** any god, i pray he follows
im gay
Michael Jul 2017
Sometimes you’d softly sing me to sleep
Songs that tend to make women weep
No nursery rhymes for this little boy
Just tales of women robbed of joy

No wonder I'm the same today
Morality tales of heart’s decay
The imprint on my earliest thoughts:

Love's not love, unless you feel caught
Draft
Hannah Jul 2017
I was born to this world
backwards.
I hold so much love in my heart,
but seldom give it away.
I tuck it beneath my ribcage,
to keep the wolves at bay.

I wake each morning
to the promise of a coming day,
and hold my breath,
as the moon slowly fades away.

I am made of
whiskey & cigarettes,
mixed with
moonlight & moonshine.

I can light up the midnight sky,
or burn down the city lights.
❤︎
How could I forget
the morning's sunrise,
the evening's sunsets,
tangled in bed with you?

I always wished that
there was a way
the breath you
breathed in to me,

could be kept forever--
keep me afloat forever.
You gave me life,
a gift I cannot return.

In the June mornings,
the sun burns bright
and calmly wakes me
from dreaming of you.

Whilst the warm nights
are my heart's torment.
Sleepless turning,
unable to watch you sleep.
...


This took time and care and strength to write. Still it is close and yet so far from the perfect description of what it's like. To be so close and yet so far from being happy with the one you truly love.
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