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Amanda Kay Burke Aug 2021
Say something
Prove I'm wrong
You have an argument ready
Mess up perfect break-up speech
This is headed south already

You excel at sounding smart
Realize how little you know
Compliment me
Flatter my senses
***-kissing you owe

Are you fooling yourself?
Got nothing going for you
Walking away
It's what's best
It isn't easy for me to do

Dang dude
Grow the hell up
So immature it makes me sick
Lame in a multitude of ways
Including a tiny ****
Hope no one is offended by this hilarious yet brutal poem
Have you ever seen a smile
that made you turn away with glee
have you ever felt a face so close
eyes contacting
like a particle collision.
This will end in a heavy mess, and yet -
a portrait with such warmth.
radiating in a such a way star beams envy it's smirk.
and supernovae would **** for the smile.
when you look at me I know
I'm here
I'm real
I'm alive
These thoughts bring tiny Heat deaths to my chest
expanding forever
I might never exhale, if only to draw in the moment
and die with it inside me.
but, I won't
superfluous words merely orbit my skull
with a stronger gravity
pulling them further from you
tearing chucks of me elsewhere
until eventually your warm glow, is merely
a scintillation
xavier thomas Mar 2020
If it’s easy
For you to act up
Then it’s easy
For you to act right
Keep acting a fool
Barely could stand
The presence of

But used it
As and when needed
To reason
With the ignorant
FairlyCultured Jul 2020
They say
Paris is the city of love
Apocalypse is the wrath of God
I say play your cards right
And get saved from both.
TheWitheredSoul May 2020
I almost forgot what i had but you know? they say plants do have memories i once really thought they were all lame until the roses we planted reminded the rich lucile
Love and lush we festered onto them.
I wish peace to my broken heart.
Trefild May 2020
my lines are so plain
that next time
you wanna fly someplace
instead of contacting an airline
you may write my way
Poetic T Apr 2020
It was my birthday, the year
   of a curse I never asked for..

         ****** from the temple
of solitude.

Now I just breath
that every 365 days I'm meant
                to celebrate the
incarceration of life..

Its overrated..

Blowing out memories,
       smouldering resentment
Inhaled when I've lived another
                   moment to the finish line..

Why is it taking so long..

Happy Birthday Day to me,
          I'm another year older
                       of my lame existence ...

I'm the candle burning out,
my breath smouldering as I
                   hold my chest..

Oh' well least I don't have to wait
another year..

My only regret...
                          I didn't get a slice of cake..
Maja Mar 2020
I know I’m not that pretty,
and I know I’m not that loud
But I still have some feelings
and I do make a sound

Just because I don’t drink
doesn’t mean that I am lame,
it’s just,
I worry about myself,
and my mother the same.

Just because I don’t dress up,
doesn’t mean I don’t want to be pretty
it’s just,
to be pretty,
I would not be myself,
though that would not be a pity

Just because I don’t cry
doesn’t mean that I don’t want to
it’s just,
I don’t think anyone will care,
even if I do

And just because I don't speak up,
doesn’t mean I don’t have anything to say
it’s just,
no one asked me,
so I don’t know if talking is okay.
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