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SangAndTranen Mar 2018
It's far from homely
Odour of something
Don't know what.
Kick crushed cans
Scattered
Envelopes of late payments:
cant afford them.
Shove them aside
Drag thumbs over
The chipped controller
The tinny TV
The low-res game.
Grab a stranger
One night stand
Clinging to their skin.
Unsightly.
Grunt.
Chafed and blotchy
Pretty scrawny
No one cares.
Use them
Like they are using you
To escape the drag
That is this existence.
Leave them in silence
Belt buckle done up
Hiss goes the beer can
Slump
Take a swig.
Back tomorrow
To the grind
Splash face
With water
Fumble sleepily
With the nylon tie
And crawl through
Another day.
I decided to be blunt and honest, hooray.
BJFWords Mar 2018
You took the **** from the current.
You wiped the floor with your wit.
You helped yourself to the hate on the shelf.
And now you're left stirring the ****.

You put the bad in the *****.
You took the **** out of me.
Your bitterness trait, your mouth spouting hate.
I'm done with you, now let me be.

You **** the life from the living.
You should just walk to the door.
Exit stage right, with your hypocrite *****.
Your company needed no more.

So glad I got that off my chest now.
New chapter, we're clear, no more stress now.
So beat it - retreat, turn sour into sweet.
Our future no longer depressed now.
I don't know who or what this is about, other than tedium.
In a crowd of people
Yet I feel so alone
Surrounded by people
But I am alone
How can it be
With so many around me
A bottomless pit
Inside I'm so empty

Hopeless, sadness, entrenched in despair
Feel all has been lost
But does anyone care?

No need for the question
With certainty I know
Those who feign interest
A performance they show
I'm forced to admit
It's obvious after all
How could anyone give a ****
Insignificant and small

Loser. Failure. Not one who has worth
A meaningless existence every day since my birth

A waste of space
Wasted breath
With this I'm faced
Will be 'til death
Why sit here and wait?
Might as well do it now
Express lane to Hell's Gate
Bound to flub it somehow
Just a single success
Have one thing go my way
No, instead it's a mess
Wish not granted today

Or tomorrow and every day following it
Living my life in this misery pit

A poor worthless soul
Not worthy of pity
Beatings taking their toll
Never leave Loser City
Not how I feel about myself now but depression is something I've battled with in the past and this definitely encapsulates how I can feel during those times.

Written: March 3, 2018

All rights reserved
Nena Feb 2018
I am always the one starting conversations

Always texting first.
Always making a effort.
Always last to know.
Always the one who isn't doing anything right.
Always the loser.

I want to not make such a huge effort, and let all of it come naturally.
But if I stopped trying so hard.
no one would reach out to me.
I would be left behind
In a corner,
Crying to myself.

So don't you dare say that I need to "chill"
Because you don't know ****
the 19th SCHOOL shooting in the USA in 48 days

the gun lobby is lying low
the president
     surprise
avoids a straight comment

17 school children dead
because in the land of the free
any psychopath can buy
a semiautomatic without problems
and vent his frustrations and fears
in a shooting spree

home schooling is on the rise
for better or worse

what do you call a president
who is unwilling
    or unable
    to protect
the health and security
of his people?

LOSER!!!
Apropos the terrible school massacre in Parkland, February 2018
was just
an
test
her mind
is deeper
than
her
flesh
?




























...
..
.
count me
as
the
first

...
..
.
David Huggett Jan 2014
I slept with a chick the other night
only because she needed a place to stay
she figured she owed me but it didn't feel right.

Of course she faked the enjoyment
and of course I feel like she was just a roll in the hay
She thanks me and then blames it on her unemployment.

We would have been better off reciting poetry
and sipping on martinis with gin from Bombay
But between the two of us there was no chemistry.

I try to remember her name
and I try the worst attempt at convincing her to stay
But it sounded extremely lame.

She put all her clothes together in her backpack
and her flight took off with no delay
I have no luck she will ever come back.

So now I go to facebook to see her status and what do I see
and I knew that this would sound like a play
so now she just unfriended  and blocked me
chloe fleming Jan 2018
I’m sitting in an ordinary coffee shop,
Listening to ordinary people talk **** on their ordinary lives.
How many ordinary men do I have to listen to ***** about their fat wives and their loser kid’s
Before I combust into a million pieces of myself,
I wish I could scream that what you have become is not what you have to stay.
You can still feel hope inside of your heart and spark inside of your soul,
Ignite your flame, feed and grow it.
Nourish the being inside of you telling you to rebel.
Give in to the devil on your shoulder and figure out how to begin again,
Because existence is much more beautiful when it is accompanied by a side of life.
chloe fleming Dec 2017
Your beauty is not the reason for your existence,
Rather, it is your soul that stirs winds within you,
Guiding you further into your own tornado.
No, my dear, your beauty is only a fraction of the person that you are
With the rest conniving and gloriously consuming all who listen
Incubus, I call you, luring in those who seek satisfaction from broken parts.
Tempt me,
with all the cracks in your heart.
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