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So you’re sad, you vent your day
I listen close and let you say
Your woes, your anger, all your pain
Aren’t you glad I’m here to stay?

The next day I have a try
I start to state my thoughts awry
You chose to look right past my pain
And state your mess despite my cries

You shove your weight all on my back
Your woes drag down, your caring lacks
Up grows my struggle and my pain
I need rest soon or else I’ll crack
People love hearing themselves speak. I wish they tried to listen more.
ProfMoonCake May 19
I love all of you girls,
I watched you all fall in love
Met your partners
Cheered at your weddings.

I love all of you girls,
The fancy jobs you have
The places you go to
Smiled at the pictures.

I love all of you girls,
As I sit here
Alone at café
Thinking about the time when
It was easier, simpler and just us

I love all of you girls,
I hold your pain with dignity
Life seems silly when you are around
I guess, I missed out
You all caught the train
When I walked along.
Teach me how to be mean
show me how to be clean  
Teach me teach me teach me


Teach me how to be mean
show me how to be clean

Show me the way

How to smile in pain  
Show me that we will never leave our sides
show me every star in the sky
Show me every lie
show me every surprise
Show me every scar
Show me every dream
Show me every surprise
Show me that twinkle in your eye
izzmidnight May 12
Is it all too much when I ask for nothing?
Just for you to say 'hi' in the halls,
And ask if I'm okay when I'm crying in the corner,
But it's all too much for you.

Is it all too much when I say a word?
Just one single word about myself,
And even when the words are ones you should care about,
It's all too much for you.

Is it all too much when I hang around?
Just to be there and not be lonely-stricken like I am,
And have someone to keep me accountable,
But it's all too much for you

Because even when I'm sad, and down,
Even when I stay up late for your wallows,
Even when I need to rant because then I'll scream,
And I listen to all of your creations without a second thought.
Even when I'm just there; silent, invisible,
You'll still push me out.

I know that I'm weird, a mess—different,
But so are you, and that's what makes us fit.
But now you glare at me from down the hall,
So I'm sorry this can't mend,
But that's alright with you, isn't it?
I really appreciate comments and feedback! :)
Andrew Apr 26
Kids, f&ck you up
They don’t to everyone
But to most they do
They will bring out your childhood
Making sure you’re reminded of it
Every little bit of it
Catarina Apr 10
Friends
What really are friends?
People who are there for you
Whenever you need

People you confide in
People you choose to spend time with
And to laugh with

But

Are they still your friends
If you have feelings for them?

What if they become more than friends?

Then you do everything a friend would do
Except you do it on a deeper level
With a deeper connection

After that happens
Can you still be friends when it’s over?

What if
We can’t

I was never his friend
I do not know how to be friends
I always had feelings for him
I just wish we would not be strangers

But here we are
You liked the shape of my heart
So you took it for yourself
And left me the shell
Just keep it. I'll grow another one
Clara Apr 5
I ran out of the house in such a hurry, 
Put some carrots in my pockets and began to scurry 

Not there with the hay, 
Near far out in the snow a shadow of fuzz, would lay 

On the journey I began, 
Through the snow and the trees,
Nothing could prepare me

Little did I know,
The further I would go

Soon before me was my best friend, 
All alone, tears ran down my face,
I laid his head on my lap and began to embrace

Never could you ever hope never pray or wish,
To be there with your best friends body alone in the sticks 

As tears wiped from my eyes into a pile,
I began to smile,
As this isn't goodbye it was simply,
See you in a while
I poem about that special bond.
Sam S Mar 8
You know that feeling?
The weight of words unsaid,
of pages paused mid-sentence,
of stories that never found their end.

We left the ink to settle,
the lines still carved in quiet space.
Not erased, not spoken—
just waiting in the in-between.

You swore the tide never pulled you in,
that the fire never warmed your skin.
Yet echoes stay, they don’t erase—
some truths remain, though left unnamed.

Some moments slip like sand,
some ghosts refuse to fade.
And silence, though it speaks in whispers,
still knows the words we never said.
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