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mint Jan 2018
i have to accept that i was just a place holder for you
someone you came to because no one else even scratched the bare minimum
loving you with all my heart was never enough because in the end i was never what you wanted

i am a convenience

there is no answer to why

disposable
even when i dont try
There's instant soup
Instant milk
Blogs full'a goop
Bugs in your blink

Instant coffee
Instagram
Love like toffee
Stuck in your spam

Instant high
Instant fluff
Wherever you look
There's bang for your buck

God forbid
Delete it all
Switch it off
Feel the mad withdrawal

And go back to the land
Grow your own
Get a cow or a goat
Forget your phone

Finish the weeding
Chat with a rose
Stand in a summer shower
Smell the smells in your nose

Listen to the night
Owls, foxes, wrens
Watch the slow boiling
Smoke dancing in little rings
Natural world order versus techno world disorder
Liam C Calhoun Nov 2016
She signs in the
Rain
So that I may see –
Drizzled words, despots and
Defiance, never defeat.

     And

She cries in the
Rain
So that I may never see –
What could never be cured, be
Culled; our calamity.

     And

I walk on in the
Rain
So that I may never learn how to –
Fix, never learn to forgive,
Most certainly, to forget.

     And

It’s just that simple in the
Rain,
Sign, cry or walk –
We become disposable,
And like chalk on sidewalks,

          We all wash away.
Do you pretend that pain does not exist,
That my presence is irrelevant?
Maybe it is not pretend for you.

I'm here looking up at your shadow as
You walk over me and walk alone
In San Diego. The city of my youth my home
Away from home.

You are, that city, my heart away from my heart.
Beating and ebbing as the waves on the sand,
The arteries ache and stretch with the breath of my distaste,

I feel something with you gone.

And with you here. But that's not now because you're there,
Healing and skating and smoking with strangers
And taking pictures to remember being 19
in the tunnels
like the veins heading away from me.

19 lines to describe what eye feel when you ignore
Something you said was unique.

******* Anne. I ache.
I was told that heartbreak was actually a physical pain in your chest but I did not believe them. I was very wrong.
Breanna Stockham Sep 2015
If it's old, or if it breaks,
Don't think twice, throw it away.
Bigger, better, nicer, newer,
Tablets, phones, and computers.
Houses, cars, husbands and wives,
Nothing's good enough
in our disposable lives.

We're taught to hate imperfect things,
Taught to replace and throw away,
Taught to wish for better,
Never settle for less,
Our disposable world
Accepts only the best.

And we wonder why
We're ashamed of our flaws
And why we're insecure
But it might be because
Our disposable world
Says we're not good enough
So what should be pride
Turns into disgust.

We are worth so much more
Than all items combined
We were born good enough
But we fall for these lies.

We aren't mass produced,
We are one of a kind.
So the disposable world rules
Do not apply.
PaperclipPoems Sep 2015
And just like that- he could let me go

I wonder how I could be so easily replaceable

I wonder so often why he won't open up

Is it just the way he is, or is it me he doesn't trust

Maybe I'm stubbornly trying to force something that wasn't meant to last

Maybe he and I are a repeat of something we've both lived in the past

Before I felt so disposable, I saw so much to look forward to

Now all I see are empty roadways that lead me nowhere closer to you.
Sean Harbor Aug 2015
I was purchased, used, and thrown out.
I got to see a few good times. Usually blurry or something got in the way, but it was still sort of ok.

The cycle starts over.

I'm purchased, used, and thrown out.
Once again I see wonderful things,
but usually posed and fake.
It was still sort of ok.

Until the cycle starts over.
craig apogee Jul 2015
at one moment you are lying on that heated floor
with a person you feel your affections grow
next moment, a figure from far appears
and you have become seemingly disposable

you are not owed an explanation
at why the plans have suddenly changed
new love, fresh air and reinvigorated spirit
seemingly do not extinguish an old flame

perhaps, in fact, it has fanned it to grow
and while the smoke and falling walls crumble
from a house of love that was not even yet plastered
its another painful blow and an even more hurtful tumble
lesson #<><>
Theodorus Rex Nov 2014
Never Worry
You are my woman
I'm happy to be your doormat
You own me
It thrills me to be your slave
I know you don't want me right now
But when I am with another woman,
I will always kick her out of bed
At your whim.
Never Worry
I am at your disposal
I enjoy yielding to your better judgment
I will dine on your pleasure box
For as long as it takes
My need is strong
And never ending
Time is not a factor
I laugh at the thought of you with someone else
It just increases my resolve
I have the will
I can wait and wait and wait
Sure, I might be with other women,
But only in an effort to get closer to you
To become a better lover for you
Even your sweat is perfume
Yeah, my flame still burns
I don't even want anyone else
The others are a means to an end
A salve until we reunite
They are all rehearsal space
I'll simply end my date
When you call
Its just the hierarchy
Of natural selection
We are meant for each other
And not meant for each other
The essence of contradiction
The passion
Of the Paradox

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