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Flynn Apr 2020
This ****** organism
Flowing with Lyricism
Endowed with Witticism
Maybe lacking in rhythm...
But not in favouritism
Look under the skin
Why the schism
What is the division
Needless criticism

Wait... did I just become the villain?
Is there ever any need for judgemental comparison?
undermyfeet Mar 2020
Something about the way
You talk love live
Makes me jealous
Of a life I haven't had

Of a life I could never have.
np Feb 2020
our relationship took a quick turn for the worst
the corner was too sharp, we overcorrected-
crash
barely surviving, holding on by a thread.
mom says we'll be okay, fighting is just what sisters do...
and I believed her
the first couple dozen times that is,
until it started to become repetitive and meaningless.

a fight about taking each others clothes,
"it's just what sisters do".

an argument about me being too sensitive and taking everything too personally,
"it's just what sisters do"

a screaming match about our lives and how vastly different they are,

how distanced

we are,

how there will always be a divide,
(you blame this on age)

but 10 years between us
shouldn't hurt

this much.

now I expect the endless bashing of my sensitivity and my emotionally driven mind

I don't bat an eye at the jealousy ridden remarks thrown in my face,

and though I can't count on you,

I can surely count on you putting me down

and holding me there until it hurts

and I let you,

because

that's just what sisters do...

right?
Sad because I have a **** relationship with my sister. I wish it could be different.
our relationship flourished for a while as we both grew into adulthood, but she lets jealousy and lack of confidence get between us. This isn't what sisters should do.
Mrs Anybody Feb 2020
i am
happy for you
don't get me wrong

but honestly

i am
a bit jealous

because i want
somebody
to feel about me
the way
he does about you
also check out my other poems!  :)
juno Feb 2020
i write out my feelings.
are they true? are the words i put out true?

hell, i don’t even know.


reading your poems about her, god

*******.


****.

yknow?


i don’t know if i can do this.


i’ve gotten better, honestly,



but now the scent of food makes me gag,


the sight of you makes me warm.


and she glares, making me stop.



i want to hug you.

to call you mine.


BUT GOD I ALWAYS KEEP QUIET FOR TOO LONG AND I DONT EVEN KNOW IF THE THINGS YOU TELL ME ARE TRUE BECAUSE IM SURE YOU WOULDNT TELL MY **** BUT-

but-

but it’s okay.


i’m a bit jealous, is all.


oh well.



at least your happy with the person who took you away
honestly, i wouldn’t like me either dude
julianna Feb 2020
SPARKS,
A KINDLING OF FRIENDSHIP,
HORMONES,
AND JEALOUSY
STARTED A FIRE IN MY HEART.
IS THIS WHAT
EIGHTEEN
IS SUPPOSED TO FEEL LIKE?
~
Kat Raven Jan 2020
Control, wrap you around my little finger.
Have you doing things that are of immoral and uncanny nature.
Have you running around in circles.
Questioning my next move.
Jealousy makes you ugly, but jealous because you cannot have me, I must be flattered.
The devil in disguise, Sukkubus is her name.
Dance with me in sin and ravish my deep desires.
I control you, I have dominance over you.
My little peasant trying so hard to please me.
How cute.
Ego is filling up.
Feelin myself a bit too much.
But these sinful feelings make me happy, because I love being in control.
I love how you say nasty things about me because you cannot have me.
I smirk in devilish charm.
My magnitude pulls you in.
Magnetism.
Power.
The only thing that keeps me sane.
The master of puppets is at it again.
Julia Walter Jan 2020
You know, man, jealousy is killing
But do you know, friend, that it's silly to sit at night for hours...
and make up stories in your head that are voluptuous?
Don't pour tears, but don't let your pain hurts the others around you.
Please, learn a lesson, let yourself go on,
you need to move on before that fire in your eyes goes out,
the fire of life, the fire of love and happiness that inspires others around you.
You know, man, you've done it proudly, honestly, idly.
But did you know that with her death, your mind has lost control,
and you've become weak.
The warm, playful summer has been turned into the frowning autumn.
The faces of the people around you have turned blue,
and their hair sat on it.
Now as it used to be, you don't count those days,
you don't live now and you see a shadow.
Her shadow that's haunting you,
the shadow that you invented in your home.
You know, man, it's time to end the game.
You know, friend, your life has come to an end...






Знаешь друг, ревность убивает
Но знаешь ли ты, друг, что глупо сидеть ночью часами
и сюжеты сладострастные придумывать в голове?
Слёз не лей, но болью своей не рань остальных вокруг тебя.
Пожалуйста, усвой урок, позволь себе идти дальше,
тебе необходимо жить дальше пока не погас тот огонь в твоих глазах,
огонь жизни, огонь любви и счастья, что вдохновляет остальных вокруг тебя.
Знаешь друг, ты справлялся гордо, честно, праздно.
Но знаешь ли ты, что со смертью её, разум твой потерял контроль,
и ты ослаб.
Теплое, игривое лето сменилось на хмурую осень.
Лица окружающих тебя людей, резко посинели,
а волосы их посидели.
Сейчас, как раньше было, ты не считаешь этих дней,
ты не живешь сейчас и видешь тень.
Её тень, что преследует тебя,
тень, которую придумал  ты у себя.
Знаешь друг, пора оканчивать игру.
Ведь знаешь ли друг, твоя жизнь подошла к концу...
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