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xavier thomas Jun 30
Big dummy, you caught
Run around town like a little thot
Think you know better, but you “no” not

Always out trying to shoot your shot
Scheming on girls like wild thoughts  
Giving out handouts, handouts
Numbers so high like your body count
Name everywhere, you can yell it out
mark soltero Jun 14
crashing

when you're gone
i can't land alright
nothing holding me back
gravity pushes me in agreeance
good riddance  
i was never apart of the blueprint
there wasn't a plan
space out and decide to implode
your immaturity exceeds normalcy

crushed
Man Jan 9
i could pour my heart out to you
but what would it do,
knowing how callous everyone is

i could tell you how i linger on each word you say
or staring too long because i love seeing you
but what would it do

letting you know that when we speak
i get butterflies
and my nerves are overworked

but what would it do

to know how i really think of you
when you don't care to ask
what's the point
That Girl Oct 2020
What the hell does that mean?
When does someone become an adult?
When they turn 18? 21?
Or does age even matter?
Maybe it’s more about what someone does.
How much someone accomplishes.
What makes someone an adult?
Driving?
Moving out of your parents house?
Getting an education?
Losing their virginity?
Having a full time job?
Making money?
Marriage? Children?
What if I haven’t accomplished any of these?
What does that make me?
All I know is that I’m 25
and still feel like a ******* child.
Sage May 2020
It was true that I once loved you.
A very naive love, unconscious and immature.
You. Queen of hearts, the desired one.
Forgive me if I loved you like an object, but an object is how I felt like.

Your fiery words pleased my passive attitude.
I did and I will do everything to follow love.
Not like past times.
Nevermore.

Now you are a dried rose.
A poem with no author.
A love without a reason.

You have never been a main character in this theatre.
It's only about me.
You are the one and only. Others are complementary. This story is about yourself. Write your lines while you learn from life.
Lee Carter Mar 2020
Is this a question worthy of an answer?
I'm sure the sane answer is "no."

Is there poetry in farting into a milk crate?
Maybe not, but I'd very much like to think so.
Marietta Ginete Mar 2020
Chess? Monopoly? Uno?
What kind of game am I to you?
The instructions, you do not know.
Yet you enjoy doing what you do.
how are you all dealing with quarantine? i’m still here getting played.
Bhawna Feb 2020
I have lost the hold of me
Wanna shout so so so high...

It's been really long when I heard my voice
Now it feels so chocked...

Wanna cuddle coz I hate this feeling
Not able to make out or in...

Hope I get out of this mess quick
Cause it ****..
Hate to be lonely but what's worst is to be wid one you don't want to see...
Ilonka Apr 2019
I bleed on people who didn’t cut me,

Cause my mind takes everything so personal

It is so immature,

I have to learn how to surrender

I am tired of trying to understand the unknown,

Someday I’ll find my heart

And peace will be my best friend!
Mr Quiet Mar 2019
I just want to be an adult.

I don't want to pay taxes.
I don't want to pay bills.
I don't want to book my own appointments.
I don't want to buy my own pills.

I just want to be an adult.

I don't want to pay rent.
I don't want a 9 to 5 job.
I just want my parent's money.
'Cause I don't know how to apply for a job.
I don't want my own kids.
I don't want responsibilities.
I don't want to do groceries.
I just want to do as I will.

I just want to be an adult.
can I be an actual 9 year old again? those were peaceful times.
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