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Kendall Feb 2015
...
How
     small
           do
               I
                 have
                      to
                        be
                          before
                               you
                                  love
                                      me?
Kari Feb 2015
Punctuation marks the hesitancy in this conversation and
I can't help but dwell on words resting unspoken between
commas, ellipses and apostrophes;the
Spaces between letters where sounds sleep, vibrations
strike empty chords and fall short of expression.
When you love someone on the internet and you've never met...and all you have are text messages....
Natasha Feb 2015
Remember that nickname?
Stay where you belong *****
:)
aa Jan 2015
certain pieces of me
still want you by my side
still want to hear the sound of your voice
but they're like fallen leaves in autumn
while the wind that blows and scatters them
are the pieces of me
that never want to see you
and never want to talk to you
ever again
took me a while to realize that you're a really big piece of an ungrateful little ****
wes parham Jan 2015
She never lied, she never lies,
She just ignores.
The truth,
I tried to tell her how I feel,
She just ignored,
The proof.
"Then try to think of something else", she said.
"Write the other way"
Whenever she'd drink and rant like this,
I'd stay out of her way.
Because “real”, for her, seemed to signify,
I tried it once, but should probably try again.
I was real with you, that once,
Only, later,  to find
That those imploring me to "relax",
Insisting things would be different,
If only I could "flow", If only I could "see"...
You said, “be real”, and now the memory
Just turns my ******* stomach
Since all of those whose mantra called,
For a plea to just “be real”
Were the least capable, almost to the man,
Of being anything close to that.
Born in awareness of the shortcomings of humankind, this was a cynical piece of verse, just like the self-absorbed, whining humans it stands for.  It is an exercise in bad attitude and there is some shame in having created it.  It expresses things perfectly, though.  It is an irrational response to the inherent weaknesses of people who claim to care and the ungrateful reaction of those receiving any.

Read here by the author:  
https://soundcloud.com/warmphase/a-thing-of-joy
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Xyns Jan 2015
I hate people.
They anger me.
They're ridiculous.
It irritates me.

I hate people.
They frustrate me.
They're so stupid.
It upsets me.

I hate people.
-- Jan 2015
******* and your opinions of me

******* and your idea of 'perfection'

******* and your beautiful life

******* and your happiness

******* and you friends

******* and your girlfriend

**** her for taking you away from me

******* for making me believe that you actually cared

But **** me more for loving you.
Arcassin B Jan 2015
By Arcassin Burnham


I wasn't sure,
If i ever was good enough to ever step to your throne,
So I endured,
What I could,
just to get you alone,

Moses separated seas,
The pharoas had a different purpose,
You just had a jungle full of servants,
They act they deserve it,
Nobody had to be perfect,
Nobody had to be perfect,
But your sacrifice was worth it,
Hear her roar,
Scratching claws,
Perfect angels,
Baby you don't have no flaws,
Fierce,
Half lion human face,
Would do anything,
To serve you in your warm embrace.

I wasn't sure,
If i ever was good enough to ever step to your throne,
So I endured,
What I could,
just to get you alone,
I wasn't sure,
If i ever was good enough to ever step to your throne,
So I endured,
What I could,
just to get you alone.

My Lion Queen.

So before I diss you,
Is there anything you wanna say to the critics,
Because they would like to know,
I'm tired of trying to get your attention,
I swear to god ***** you're on your own,
Could of saw you at the best your of your abilities,
But instead you up and ignore me,
But i won't let keep letting you follow me on HP,
So what you gotta say the critics,
They would like to know,
Or do you still have that so called old soul,
Stuck inside a teenagers body,
The story was told ,
Over and over,
So you could get over yourself,
Before I block you,
I just wanna hear you cry for help.

I took your throne..
lion Queen.
To someone I don't respect anymore when I tried to :(
Spencer Dennison Jan 2015
Time and time again
I have raised a hand
or a fist, or a blade,
to destroy this thing I love
and all the things I've made.

Perhaps it is this skin,
that encompasses me
like an unwanted lover,
that makes me see these flaws
in one thing or another.

It is most likely me,
not you or they,
who created this unholy rage
that has made me hate this art
and set fire, not pen, to the page.

The foolish churls
and putrid youths
who plague and prowl these hallways
who abuse this sacred art and leave it
lost among the daily craze.

While I may applaud your work
and hand out digital hearts,
there are others amongst the crowd
who pervert the most basic concept
in any way that they are allowed.

I swear to the eternal void,
to the primeval seas of blackness,
to all that will ever last
that if this kind of beauty can be ruined,
then we all should die, quick and fast.
A peculiar devil has found me today
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