A M Ryder 20m
You should know that I often fall in love with girls I play board games with.
Really, it's nothing personal.
It's just that when I get competitive, sometimes I get romantic
Someone once told me that they can't love someone until they've witnessed their worst, and I think you should know that I'm not my worst self anymore.
Breaking down isn't realness.
So for all that self awareness..
I am more of a coward
than I am a king
And I will fill my time with more ordinary things
Because I can barely stand the way all this unused feeling within me sings
Kellin 5h
Chase the girl
who doesn't
care at all,
and hurt
the one
who does
Rose handed away
Wishing it was saved

Testosterone filled
The wrong companions

Beautiful angels
My gentle soul.

Falling into place
Deeper understanding

Increasing desire for
Within my growing heart

The missing pieces
In female form.
We are told
That our cleavage is no good.
To not show it unless
We want the attention
Of that old creep
Across the street.
That it's a sign
From God she's a hoe.
That a decent woman would
Surely never show it.
That our shirts are to impress other,
Instead of ourselves.
We are told at school that our
Comfortable clothes are a distraction.
That our collarbones are sexual
And our leggings are bad
Because God forbid
We wear anything other than
Tight jeans that oppress our legs
And warm jackets
In 90 degree heat.
ls 6d
I still remember
The shade of blue of the sky
The day that we met

I still remember
The taste of beer on your lips
The first time we kissed

I still remember
The deep pounding of my heart
The moment you left
the other girls do strange things,
but they don’t mean it.
i can explain.

it's infuriating,
like the way my laptop won’t scroll.
i can’t read the comment section.

but it also kind of feels like the intro to a song
-the first flute, the first voice, the first breath of air.
the beginning of a story.

when you add that first swab of lipstick,
it has a voice like my crush:
sweetheart, you’re gonna be beautiful.

because sweetheart,
you are so much more than beautiful.

strange -i’ve never used the word sweetheart.
but it fits, because never have i ever,
never have i ever fallen.

i swear i didn’t plan this,
but i’ll dance to this music i’ve made.
it’s great music.

offbeat though, isn’t it?
because i think i’m dancing to another beat,
and wondering if you can do it too.

the other girls, they think you can’t dance,
but they don’t know anything about us.

honestly, you’re the only one of those girls,
the only one that exists.
i wish the others knew i was here for you.
you drove my heart into the night
running far far away with it so that
it is never to be found again

you are a seductive devil in disguise
you acted like you wanted this but
then you lead me on

you wanted this to be an “experiment”
sorry but my body is not for scientific purposes
when ppl think they can use you for your body smh
Gemma Aug 12
Self conscious pretty girls
unaccepting of their beauty
being hoarded
like sawdust
they dont understand that
they deserve more than a guy
who takes advantage of
their anxieties.
Their fake smiles and bitten nails are the warning sign of
easy prey-
Whilst they get mistreated
I'll be waiting in the corner
growing fed up of boredom
as I'm waiting for girls
like them to want a girl
like me .
ls Aug 11
They say never to underestimate
the rage of a woman
but what we should not underestimate
is the touch of a woman
for that is what will break you
sending you insane
with desire.  

Spinning through all seven deadly sins.

From gluttony through to lust
pride through to envy
anger through to greed
leaving you at sloth
avoiding all else that matters
craving only;
the touch of a woman.
Rj Aug 10
It is true that
The hyacinth flowers on the hill
Will be trampled and muddied
By the calloused, bare feet of all who tread there
Until they are dead and rotted
But I ask you to find a place
Where the streams flow rapidly,
Harsh and unforgiving,
Dangerous enough so that no man will dare cross,
No hand may pluck you from the ground
And grow there.
Next to the water of the stream,
In the midst of all else good and holy,
Safe from the reaches of men,
You will grow,
Bright purple and untarnished,
Stunning in your own right
And I will walk the dead hill,
I will try and brave the harsh waters,
If only to see you with my own eyes.
I wrote a poem inspired by an old poem. Guess which one? It's rlly obvious loll anyways sorry for the weird language and stuff I'm not used to writing in other styles
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