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Colin Bradford Apr 2015
You hold the hair dryer in your hand
Blowing hot air right at your man
Looks so nice right after the cut
Talking about *** gives them enough
Your stories keep them on the edge
What you do behind his back
How your needs aren’t met
Glad you use contraception
Underneath the veil of deception

What happened to make you this way
Thinking that cheating is ok
Betraying all your lovers trust
All your love turns to rust
Flip em over, do it again
Theres always something
That’s wrong with the men
So shallow to look inside
Find out where your fear hides
You don’t need a good reputation
Underneath the veil of deception

Someday soon you will see
That things don’t work dishonestly
Try to see from the other side
If you were deceived could you abide?
Karma isn’t a new ideal
See you one day when you are real
Jan Harak Mar 2015
Where am I and Why I'm here?
I hear the voices calling me
miles away, beneath the sea
whisper, whisper in my ear.

Don't listen to those words too sweet
they only want you to be deceived
they have poison on their tongue
and with lies they filled their lungs.

Do not fallow the way they show
it leads to place of eternal void
in abyss they will let you fall
and out of there you cannot go.
Grizzo Mar 2015
Clean title.
Low miles.
Everything works.
No negotiations.
Cash only.
S Mar 2015
I see you.
I see the real you.
I see the real you no one else sees.

Because you wear a mask.
You wear a beautiful, deceiving mask.
You wear a beautiful, deceiving mask but you forget,
     I can see you.

Why can't you see me?
For all you secret poets out there, I understand.
M S Mar 2015
The author of my favorite book would’ve never said ‘favorite’
He does talk about sacrifice and really deep things
And that word can’t explain any of it.
He says we always choose what we can’t have and cry over it
But now all that just sounds like a pop song about a pretty girl
With flaxen hair and long –long legs figuring out her way
I wish my tale was more cinematic, but it is dry as hell.
Today is no better than yesterday
Just a different shade of sickly blue
I deliberately keep avoiding the context of love
Because it’s so basal and we’ve refined tastes
Or so I think
I know little boys don’t think that much and
Little girls are told good girls don’t play with fire
Wretched, needy begging bowl of a soul
Invested too much on a gambler’s lucky streak
Now I’ve woken up to an endless sabbatical from relevance
I hold on to a smile
One that remains long after it’s gone
Like the sudden flicker of street lights in a rainy day
Doesn’t make a big deal about itself
And eyes that don’t melt concrete or anything but
Eyes that could make a cold-blooded killer cry
And they hoodwinked me
Perhaps we’re naked in heaven
To make up for all the deception in our lifetime.
I'm still not very confident about the title.
Love Mar 2015
"She's my best friend."
You told them, didn't you?
craig apogee Feb 2015
Your outstretched arm
And kind eyes
Draw me in
Not back to a place of love
But instead to your construction of pain
And hurt
And blame
Where it's apparent that the olive branch
Held between your fingertips
Is twined with barb
In my bleeding palm
Rae Harrison Feb 2015
I had a best friend
the best of all my friends
until she stole what was mine
then it was the end
it really hurt
I made a new best friend
a better best friend than the last
until she left me alone,
on my own to fend
it really hurt
I found a boy
who might like me more than the last two
until he used me
and played me like a toy
it really hurt
when I pass them in the hallway,
we both stare at our feet
because we don't have anything to say
and hopefully we wont again meet
she knows it really hurt
**they all do
this actually happened to me, all of it, and its nice to get my feelings out...though I have a lot more so say and express. I'll keep those together until they form something better
Blind Aesthetic Feb 2015
I met Grant when I was 13 years old
He’s never sure of himself or of the things he does
I avoid him when I can, but I don’t have it in me to say goodbye

James is a liar, but you wouldn’t expect it of him
It’s hard to say when we met
when I ask it’s always a different date

Grace is one of my best friends. She’s impulsive
Always doing things on a whim without thinking of the consequences
I met her after breaking up with a girlfriend four years ago

Steven is lazy and just doesn’t seem to care
People say he has a lot of potential if he put effort into what he does
I don’t think he believes it though
I’ve known Steven all my life

Rachel comes and goes
She’s very detached from the world and doesn’t like being around people
She always has a meticulously painted smile on her face to avoid questions
I got to know her three years ago, but I think I met her before then

Malcolm is James’ brother I’m pretty sure
He’s cocky, abrasive and passive aggressive, but I think it’s just an act
I met Malcolm shortly after graduating high school


Stephanie doesn’t know how to keep in touch
She is always forgetting to keep contact with the people she cares
She doesn’t mean to, it just happens. She’s good friends with Rachel
I’ve known her since I was young, seems like forever

These are my friends and I’m sure you’ve met them before
If not personally maybe through other friends or by different names
Each one is a link in a chain that grounds me
Everyone has devils that they face but after so long eventually they become friends.

This is a response to another poem for my creative writing class.
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