Austin 7h
You are the repulsive maggot tunneling and consuming through a festering corpse.

Your emotions, mean nothing.
Your opinions and ideologies, mean nothing.
You are nothing.

You are the leech that greedily latches on to others. Hastily ripped from the host and flung to the dirt where you belong.

Your actions, mean nothing.
Your experiences, mean nothing.
You are nothing.

You have nothing.

One day the time will come that you will become the festering corpse that will breed more maggots into the world.

Wasting away until you are nothing but a stain where your body once was.

Forgotten.
People are most dangerous when they have nothing to lose.
come for the poetry,
stay for the likes
I keep hitting refresh,
because something's not right

I see quotes and platitudes
on the front page
with a shitload of likes
and it fills me with rage

I can count all the likes
my work gets on one hand
and it took me an hour,
I don't understand

while some wipe their *****
some streaks on a page
and that **** starts to trend
becomes all of the rage

come for the poetry,
stay for the likes
I'm seriously thinking
of going on strike
when you find yourself on the side with the majority, then it's time to pause and reflect...

something to think about
I long for the puppy love days. Being on the phone for hours days . Being open. Being free. Being me.

Now all I'm left with is swiping through the phone, left, left, left, maybe Right? Ding ding. It's a match. Now the story begins.. or does it?

With anticipation, we wrestle with who should text first? Should I wait? What if he doesn't text? Should I just give up? Ugh the frustration.

We begin texting. A little small talk here, a little small talk there. The conversation is dying. We can't be open. No not yet. It's too soon. Right? So we go back into our shells, swiping left and right until we hit the next match.

Long are the days of puppy love. Will I ever feel you again?
Don't you ever think before
you open your mouth?
I swear to ***, this brazen bluster
puts your IQ in doubt
I liken you to a bottle of
Impotent self-doubt
You work yourself up until-
BAM! It explodes out

There are seriously so many things
I'm trying not to say
'Cause some of us have manners
And a smidgen of good grace
If you'd chew over the issue
Before screaming to wake ****-
Oh, sorry, guess that's too much
For your singular brain cell...
Being raised to remain politely silent leaves one with a lot of pent up frustration...
Lost 5d
I used to bike in circles
On long summer days
Waiting for someone
Or something to be my escape
From the walls of my double wide
Where every night I would hide

I punched a hole in my wall
That my mom covered with an inspiring quote
I took a pin it was hung with
And stabbed and ripped it all
To plaster over someone’s pain
Is a ******* ******* shame
Hunter 6d
I think what has lead
To me seeing red
All the heartbreaks
And all the mistakes
Screaming so serious
You can tell I’m furious
There more to it than rage
I’m stuck trapped in this cage
All this pain hidden due to anger
Everytime someone names her
I lose myself a little bit more
Leaving my soul just a little bit sore
Hunter 6d
Once again missed the ledge
I fell and looked down
No one there to catch
The ticking time watch
Counting down till ground
For a moment everything is still
It’s not beating burning rage till
I land on contact and lose my ****
Then the me is pushed out
To the monster waiting for his fire fit
Only to return to me to water pout
We're all ****** when it comes to "love" or "like."
I've learned that by now right?
It starts with racing heartbeats and stars in the eyes.
It starts as a fun crush, but some move onto more while others are stuck with just crushes.
Wishing that he would like you instead of her...
Or wishing that you were special compared to his past girlfriends.
Or thinking that when he constantly looks at you that must mean something right?
Or it ends with heartbreak and wishing you could just have your best friend back.

So, here it goes...
This is for me and all my girl friends.

There's one who says she's over her ex and I believe her, but she still wants to hang out with her ex like that's normal.
There's another that looks at the guy she likes while he's talking about another girl.
There's another that knows she deserves better but settles for a guy that doesn't want to commit to commitment.
She's the catch here.
There's another, they would be so good together, but he's taking forever to make his intentions known. Should she dare to hope?
Then, there's me, who pines for a guy that is a shy one and he looks like he has some interest... But there's a big problem of distance.
We may never have a chance to start.

Why do we go for the complicated ones?
Why are we the cats in this game of "love"?
I'm writing this really in frustration for my friends in how hard they may be hurt in the process of their relationship or at the end of it. Every one of them has their reasons or irrational reasons for liking who they like or staying with them. Honestly, the same goes for me. I should just get over this guy... I don't even know if I have a chance. But don't we all get ****** because of someone?
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