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Kaitlyn Psa Feb 2017
Your name I do not care to say
You riddle me with curiosity
People encounter you every day
You provide no mercy and have no pity
You can show off a horrific display
Or you can be simple and almost pretty
You're a bully who forces all to pay
You are overall rather ******
I know you not personally, and lets keep it that way
Thinking of you keeps me far from gitty
Death.... You're a *****
*******
Zelda Dec 2016
I know a boy
With eyes like mine
He is breathtaking, refreshing like the ocean
When the tide comes in
He is extraordinary, radiant like fields of amber
When the harvest begins

I know a boy
Who loves Java as much as I do
My favorite pass time is when we’re coding
He is teaching me theories
We’re experimenting
Seeing what works best
Efficient, Effective solutions  
We’re engineering the simplest algorithms
It’s a practical approach
And it’s all his fault
It’s the best **** thing

I know a boy
He knows me better than I know myself
He understand the explanations I cannot give
The result isn’t a misunderstanding
I don’t have to scream, but I want to
I want to argue with him
Even though I’m running out of air
My face is about to break
My heart is about to explode
And my mind is moving a mile a minute
But when the war is done
In the silence I find familiarity  
I’m falling asleep to affectionate lullabies
I’m waking up to inside jokes
This warmth has me leaking like a faucet
And it’s all his fault
It’s the best **** thing

I know a boy
He blows my mind
The conversations are weird
Slow and Sweet
Anxious and Calm
I’m rambling without a filter
Swearing and Laughing
I just want time to stop
Just hit the pause for a moment
So I can memorize the moment  
Save the conversation
So we can live it together later
And it’s all his fault
It’s the best **** thing

I know a boy
With eyes like mine
And it’s the best **** thing
I wrote this for my friend.
blue mercury Nov 2016
they were pretty, but they didn't have your eyes or your gentle kindness.
i hate myself rn
Anna Nov 2016
Reaction
in typical
circumstances
Generally
Show
the
Character
within
NoFucksGiven Oct 2016
I laid my heart out bare
I put my soul out for you
But when you didn't notice
I said I was fine
But I'm not ******* OK
That would be a joke if you think I was
I put my soul on the line for you
And you didn't give a ****
You sit there thinking everything is OK
But it's not and you know it
But things will never go my way
So you sit there smiling, without a clue
You're at the top of the cliff
And I'm falling for you
But you don't care
I'm just a stupid girl
Someone that goes unnoticed
But you don't have to care or listen right?
You don't have to give a ****
........right?
.....well maybe you should
I think you should open your eyes sometime.....
And give a ****...
To All Reader:
I ask of you to give me you critiques on my poems. I want to become a better poet, and i need to know what i need to work on.
Kerstin Oct 2016
I can feel the numbness
It pulses in my lips
I pinch my hips
To see if I still exist
I can't breath
Maybe I'm just suffocating
The air won't pull in  
My chest rises and falls
But nothing gets pulled in
Im suffocating in the darkness
That I created
From my own stupidity
The world is not ending
But my world is pulling away
Taking the air I breath with him
I'm left out in space
But there are no stars
It's the emptiness
I carved out around me
With bleeding hands
I can't breath
I can feel the numbness
It pulses in my lips
I feel the grace of fingertips
I try to latch on
I weigh a ton
Will my world hold on
After all my stupidity
Will he give me air to breath
Eve Sep 2016
They say suicide takes us to hell;
Well, I guess I'll be ******
'Cause your presence is fatal
And I am not going anywhere*

-fir.m
Angel Bongat Jul 2016
Please tell me,
how you really feel.
Don't make me assume things,
or things would fall apart again.

You're like a star.
A **** kind of star.
You'll come out all of sudden,
and the next thing I knew, you were gone again.

Just tell me the freaking truth and I promise,
you'll never heard from me again.

Ever.
Alif Imran May 2016
The thought of you they never gone
They exist and appear in a form of a bullet
Mischievously small and erotophonophilia

They shoot me
During the times when i think i can be happy
During the times when i think i am carefree
During the times when i wanna be free
They will shoot me and shot me and shot me

Till all the happiness fade
Anxiety make their way
Tearing down my confidence
Killed in the pleasure of another human being lust.
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