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Nimbus Feb 2018
I could only see through altered sensory

Clearly drowning subconsciously
Open wide beneath dark clouds brewed consciously

The familiar breeze that once calmed me

I no longer feel

She only qualms me

The mentally numb have become physically sick
I can't stand the rocking on this ship

So accustomed to life at sea

Flashes of lightning dance with me
A tearstained deck under my feet

I loved the taste

It smelled sweet

The salt and the sweat
All of our heat
A season of life
He cannot be a man,
until he has something to lose.

A boy must defend something,
in order to become a man.
Irina BBota Oct 2017
I hate english weather when it's raining all day...
I hate the wind, but still, I wish it could stay...
I hate it because leaves are drinking all the rain...
And they are keeping me in world's deepest pain...
I am asking rain over and over kindly to cease...
Cause manhood is suffering from the darkest disease...
Love and mercy had gone, faded away...
Me... and you... everyone is to blame...
But we should be thankful, for the heart-blessing rain...
And trying to be better, do not never complain...
Make love happen, take everything under control...
It's our life, so we must have this goal...
We should be still, and stop our eyes from crying...
Because behind clouds the sun is always shining...

(So, I wrote this poem on my trip, on the bus...
Maybe it's not perfect... please don't make any fuss...)
Zero Nine Oct 2017
Oh,
Another 5 second ad
So harmless,
harmless!

Oh,
Another 5 second ad
I can't ****
- ing skip!

It's
Not that I've not the time
-- I do!

It's
because we've
figured how
to fit
the least
necessary ****
into
just
one
blink!

What is typical is shown
What is me is mostly unknown
I don't want to be the ghost in your eyes
before I've lived, before I'm dead
sometimes it's easier than others to feel like a product.
b Oct 2017
Manhood is a term that avoids definition
Because it paints strokes larger than the canvas.
Men are truly like snowflakes.
An ice cold exterior
But only because we melt easy
And we're not really allowed to do that.

The next time you tell someone to be a Man
Understand that you've just put a metal ceiling
On that half full glass we seem to pride ourselves on.

The next time you tell someone to be a Man
Understand that you've only brought gasoline
To this 21st century forest fire that we all started.

The next time you tell someone to be a Man
Understand that testosterone makes up less than 1% of my body.

The next time you tell someone to be a Man
Understand that it's definitely not the first time he's heard it.

The next time you tell someone to be a Man
Understand that you've killed one.
sorry for the weird title I really couldn't think of anything
Kyle Dal Santo Aug 2017
In school, "******" was as bad as "*****"
It had been raining, I had been heart broken
The night was cold, it was almost Fall
My birthday was in the Fall, soon I'd be seventeen
I'd be seventeen, and still a ******
I may have broke it off, but she's the one who ended it
I may have been dumb, but she was unfaithful
Thus I ran, and dove into her arms
I knew she was older, she knew I was younger
She was lonely, looking for fun
I was lost, looking for a new rush
My face was red, I had been drinking
Her lips were red, she had been hunting
I found a corner to hide, but she smelled blood
Her eyes drilled into mine, she licked her lips and breathed fire
My legs started to shake, my lips started to quiver
She came like a viper, she slithered toward me
Hypnotized by her hips, my mouth watered at her *******
She sat on my lap, and looked me up and down
"You looked lonely," she said, "I think you're cute."
Boy was I, lonely that is, she took my beer and took a sip
Her perfume smelled like fruit, her breath smelled like candy
The warmth from her legs met mine, and my cheeks turned the color of her lips
My heart was dancing, her eyes were twinkling
She took me prisoner, and dragged me upstairs
She slammed the door and sealed my fate
Her smile was devious, her smell so sweet
Her hands on my belt, her tongue on my teeth
She kidnapped me beneath the sheets, she made me her prisoner of war
And I waved the red flag, I was ready for war
I wanted war, I wanted you
I wanted her, I wanted it, I wanted the badge
She dug her nails in my skin, I dug my teeth into hers
Our clothes took themselves off, her thong was black lace
She devoured me, I penetrated her
We danced, we kissed, we wrestled and sang
... And then it was over
It was over in twenty minutes
This veil of innocence that we chastised
That we mock and rush to throw away
Is so easily thrown away
But those twenty minutes were amazing, although I probably wasn't
She knew it was my first time, she called me out
"You're a ******," she said, "Don't tell me you're not."
Embarrassed I countered, "I'm also not eighteen."
She gasped in horror, and stormed out of the room
In her speed to grab her clothes, she'd forgotten to tell me her name
And to this day, I still don't know it.
Kyle D.
NoctOwl Jul 2017
I am sorry.
You may have the beauty of a Greek goddess
And men worship your charm
But it is not enough

I am sorry.
You may have the voice of an angel
Especially when I hear you say Nixen
But my ears desire for more

I am sorry.
Yes I agree, your sweetness is intoxicating
And your affirmation gives me strength
But my soul longs for more

For I know you, woman, are just a poor imitation of Him
He, my Creator, is my worth
The One that I choose to pursue
And will make me a man ready to lead you, my woman.
lord of fire Feb 2017
todays my birthday for those who don't know years of life with nothing to show, young i am but my thoughts they rust (to qoute rose millligan) and one day i will turn to dust
17 years of age im an atheist but your welcome pray for me anyway
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
Men like me will always be alone
We're impossible to love
And what love we get
We will have to pay for
Written 19 February 2016
Matthew Harlovic Oct 2016
i was taught to be a man
and manage my emotions,
but i wonder if i can just
get through the motions.

© Matthew Harlovic
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