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yuh Jun 2019
Do whatever makes you happy





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Ed C May 2019
Here it comes again,
The feeling i had hoped i’d forget.
The hands in my brain, fingers twisting
pretzel knots out of memories,
squeezing out life juice and blood
like a butcher’s wash cloth.
I had really hoped i’d never feel
this feeling again, the feeling
of looking at something beautiful
from behind a glass.
Can you even see me anymore?
Rose Who Knows Mar 2019
I realized the reason
for my discomfort around him
He's never really responded to me
When I have said something it's like
I've spoken to myself, like I'm invisible, like my words can't be heard.
It makes me feel insignificant.
I don't like it.
So, now I know why I don't like to talk around him,
to feel like the center of attention cause normally I'm not.
This is not a love poem. It's about feeling anxious around people and not being my true self in front of others.
CautiousRain Mar 2019
I walked into your life an actress,
putting on a show for you,
miming who I thought I was
with lifeless limbs exerting so much effort,
nearly hollow did I feel,
typecast, merely trying to not collapse in front of you
like a miserable cutscene signaled too quick;
yes, it is most unfortunate
you fell in love with an actress
playing a role she didn’t know how to keep.
oh god I don't know when I wrote this but um, it's something
Ed C Mar 2019
I want to break the tiny bones
in my fingers and crunch my hands
into crumples of blood and skin.
I want to break all of my possessions,
I want to shatter glass and crunch it
into tiny shards with my palms.
I want to cause a collision,
to run my car into another,
to watch matter bend and implode.
I want to hear the echo of inconvenience,
to discomfort and dishearten.
I want to set the world on fire
and to reciprocate the feeling of contempt
I hold with a tight grip.
I am having an annoying existence
Arduino Mar 2019
I hope you always have an itch but no nails

I hope you always jjjuuuust miss every sale

I hope you never make enough to go all out

And I hope every night you dream about how your teeth fall out

I hope you always have to use a charger at a weird angle

A rock in both your shoes and sand in your sandals

I hope it pours when you go outside
Because
the AC broke inside
Plus you got left by your ride
And your phone just died
And that charger just decided it won't charge anymore

I hope when your lonely the only knock is a cop at the door

And I hope you never find the right size at a store

I hope they always get your order wrong

And over charge you plus give the wrong change back that you spill a soda on

I hope you always leave extra early and still catch traffic

I hope all your lighters get stolen and can't use a matchstick

I hope you always stub your toe
As your car gets towed, and your crows feet grow

I hope your always thirsty with no water

But when you get it every sip just gets hotter

I hope the shoelace in your hoodie is always lost in the middle
And the zipper gets caught and you always struggle a little

I hope you always get a hair in your meals

I hope you get so sunburnt that it burns til you peel

I hope you never have reception or get a station
And always get in to fights over simple miscommunications

I hope you're always under dressed, unless you're over dressed
And stain all your clothes
So in the end you're still a mess

I hope you never know that I've just rapped this for you

So you go on living life with the unanswered question of why this always happens to you
Go accidentally drop your paycheck in the public toilet.
Matterhorn Feb 2019
I wonder,
Do you hold others
To the same exacting standard
As your razor-sharp bangs?
Is that why I've never
Heard your voice?
Why I've never seen your mouth
Form any other expression than that
Pretty, perfect grimace?
"You have beautiful eyes,"
I want to say;
But they remain downcast,
Accentuating your general
Aura of discomfort.
© Ethan M. Pfahning 2019
Makenzie Marie Jan 2019
I try to find the words
But not even you could
As we sat in silence
Sighing. Realizing
We don’t have it down to a science.
Somethings wrong
That we should be able to fix
But we can’t find it
Because you don’t know what it is.
Brynn S Dec 2018
Manufactured moans
My stomach turns to stones
I cannot feel, how I used to is a flare
Each second after I am left
Left to something odd; my mind
My mind can’t place or displace
Everything evaporates
Not much is left to salvage
The rubble vibrates
Turning into winged creatures
They escape through my mouth
It’s over
Feeling
Fleeing
Emily Nov 2018
I asked you to come over last night.
I felt like I was laying on rock bottom
With no way to get up
As more rocks were gradually being stacked on top of me.
The weight became too much to bear
My body started shaking uncontrollably
I did not want to be alone.
“Just take deep breaths, I’ll hurry.”
You came over and you climbed into my bed
You held me until my racing heart had calmed
And I finally felt like I could breathe again.
Then something in you switched-
You started gripping me tighter
Moving your hands to lower places
“Please babe, I really don’t want that tonight.
 I don’t feel like myself. I just want you to hold me.”
You were persistent, whispering
“Your body tells me otherwise.”
My heart began to speed up again
As I tried one more time to say,
“Please I can’t handle that tonight.
I thought it was clear, I just wanted you to hold me,
And make me feel okay again.”
This time you tried to take my pants off.
“Do you want this-
Or do you want me to go home?”
Giving me an ultimatum.
“I just want to feel okay.
I don’t want that tonight.”
And with that you got out of bed and
Grabbed your keys and belongings as you headed for the door.

I made sure you were watching-
As I undressed myself
Throwing my clothes into a neat pile on the ground
Before wrapping myself up in my fuzzy blanket
To comfort and calm myself.
I saw your true character last night.
And I learned
That you cannot find serenity
In the same place you found discomfort.
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