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Hannah Oct 2016
I can't stop thinking about it
It's not what you said to me
More that you said it to me
You made me feel
Like I could do it
Like you believed in me
Like someone cared
You listened
And you understood

You looked me in the eyes when I told you
Even when my brain told me to look away
Your eyes told me more than what your mouth did
That being unconfident is the worst thing to be
That I should never change myself for others
No one has ever said that to me

Thank you
how are you so perfect and raw and real
Crystal Peterson Oct 2016
The older generation still argues
That on the internet real connection
Is nothing but an illusion

They argue that conversations on the web
Have no value or substance
That they're fickle and pointless

But who are they to question
That which makes so many of their children
Happier and less lonely?

To them the internet means less connection
But if we can
As the younger generation
Feel more comfortable in sharing emotions
Are we not seeking less solitude
Than our parents and grandparents?

Is there a better or less costly form
Of therapeutic assistance
Than to share with those we connect with best
Out of millions of people to choose from?

If we can know everything
About a person's day
That they are willing to tell
Is it not important
Crucial to friendship
To know what goes on in another person's life?

Communication is only as valuable
As the speakers and listeners deem it
If it makes us feel better
More connected
Less alone
Then despite what others may think
It has value

Does the older generation
Truly see
Absolutely no value
In their children's
And grandchildren's
Happiness?

No matter how fickle they perceive it
It has value
To me
My father likes to talk about how pointless conversations on the internet are. I don't necessarily disagree. Sometimes, actually most of the time, they are quite ridiculously idiotic and seemingly pointless. But if those pointless little miss-typed conversations make the people involved happy, even if it is only an illusion of happiness so fleeting, then I say it's good. Furthermore it is, in fact, still real conversation, and those people can still be real friends, despite the webs being their only means of connection.
Beckawecka Sep 2016
Talking to you is God's gift
Because if I thought I had feelings I know now for sure
And when you say
You gotta go home
I hate it.

Because I don't like being alone
The music grows quiet and the food gets cold
And the night has nothing to hide anymore.
You were the reason I stayed up to see the moon.

Talk to you later, see you soon, say goodnight
But this time
I can't say goodbye.

I'm not sure why.
Derby Sep 2016
No smoking,
It’s bad for business—
Unless it’s beef or pork or something of the sort

But in my booth,
I bicker back and forth with peoples’ busted lips
Puffing butts between impolite breaths; ******
Conversation pits brain upon
Besieged brain,
Neither knowing
Quite what to say, and the words just keep on a-comin’

Oh,
These fools’ flows flail desperately,
And thusly fail to fulfill their purpose

Such unintelligible folks spark my plight—
Oh, I can read just fine, but I could use some light—
I need a cigarette!
samantha page Sep 2016
I want to say something, anything
                     but I'm terrified of what they'll think
                     of me. about to say it, I'm on the brink,
                     but no. the oppurtunity's gone before I can blink.
                     I want to talk, but my fears will not shrink.
I want to have a conversation
                     but it seems to always end in deadlock.
                     I don't know what's wrong but we can't talk.
                     conversations should make you forget the clock,
                     but all the "what's up?"s are as dull as a rock.
I want to talk, just for once*
                     but the art of talking must just be lost,
                     for nowadays talking is exhaust-
                     ing. everything is so crisis-crossed.
                     true conversation avoided at any cost.
menial matters matter
superior subjects scatter
                     good conversation is essential
                     almost everyone has the potential
                                          *so

        ­                                        just
                  ­                                       talk
                                                          ­        *!
Lily Sep 2016
For the past couple of weeks,
I have had the privilege to talk to an older man every morning at 9:30 AM.
Andy is extremely learned,
And very pleasant to speak to.
Our conversations are honestly about everything, and nothing.
From how our days have been to what The meaning of God is.
The time goes so quick when speaking to him.
By 11:30 AM I personally have to go to my room to catch a quick nap for my class or I run the risk of falling asleep in class and missing vital information.
Nonetheless he is sweet and understands that college life isn't easy.
Everytime I have to run,
It always ends with "thank you" from both sides.
We part ways, and oh man I can't wait for next Wednesday.
Hopefully I have enough sleep so I can stay longer.
This is not really a poem. Sorry. It's more of an account.
Àŧùl Sep 2016
I am disgusted with the idea of doomsday/pralay/qayamat.
They just don't seem to learn that doomsday can't be brought by anyone other than the human species itself.
There is no invisible hand in the sky orchestrating this complex biological and physicochemical existence in this world.
We were just created by mother nature and now we are orphans since a long time.
Please don't try to force such immature thinking upon me because I am happy with my affiliation.
If you will still insist in your posts that I pledged allegiance to your monotheistic discipline, I will block your filthy manipulative presence.

My HP Poem #1135
©Atul Kaushal
Kewayne Wadley Sep 2016
And like that
I was strung out on every word she spoke
Overwhelmed by such sensation I didn't want to interrupt
I mean everyone has one greeting or another
But this
This was *** being passed from lip to lip
The tightening of eyebrows engaged in thought provoking euphoria
The tingling of ears
Rather difficult keeping the mind off anything other than.
But contrary to expression
I sat dumbfounded
The biggest knot on the log
Filling gaps of silence.
I practically grabbed the light from the ceiling and shone it on her
Inviting myself into every phrase every fragment that came out of her mouth
Anything to keep her talking.
The things that would come out of this woman's mouth
At that moment
I was convinced that I needed to pack a bag and move
Her whole face lit with such delight
Every wrinkle, every indentation
The only problem was finding the perfect spot to call home
Viseract Sep 2016
It's easy for me to write a song,
I hum the bars and sing along
Music stirring in my brain
That I can't release so I go insane

I just hope that by posting lyrics
Someone will know what I meant to do with it
That someone will have my music in their head
And that shared like telepathy will be the lullaby to bed
just had this conversation aha, and these words came to me :)    <3 you Karishma! :)
Crimsyy Sep 2016
A conversation**

I want to safety pin
your broken parts on mine
and make a mosaic,
Oh baby, it's only a
matter of time.

You're my captor,
no need to ask;
You have my heart.
Him say  "Do you love me?"
I say "Is the sky blue?"
Baby I suffer chronic
stockholm syndrome
whenever I'm with you.
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