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Destre' May 2015
He calls himself a man
but he dosent deserve the title
I call him an it
For he has no right to the stick between his hips
Castration
Maybe thats the key
is it crude to say I'd do it slowly?
Id take joy in listening to his every Shrill scream
I need to stop,  before I really start to scheme
Maybe its mean
but I never claimed to be nice
And honest
If you knew
I think youd think he deserves it to
Nothing but a thought
Cat Fiske May 2015
My film class,
Is my favorite class

and the class I hate the most,

I love film,
I have a passion for this art,

this medium,

this class is my soul and bodies passion,
and like a job,

like my job,

it fits me,
but like all jobs,

there's things that just ******* ****.

and it's not over the normal things,
like time and money,

its the people you work with,

or in my case,
my class,

and they are all *****,

when someone makes it their point,
to upset you and hurt you everyday,

because finally you are good at something,

when you **** at science,
and allowed your math skills to fall behind,

your life is filled with lies and you find,

a reason to live,
worth all your effort and time

but the same people calling you stupid and dumb and a **** up,

in math and science,
are in this film class,

forced to take a smile,

and sarcastically say,
"good job,"

when your film gets played in class,

and even when you ask,
no one give you advice like you give when asked,

and every frame seen on the projected screen,

gives me anxiety,
and the rude, unhelpful reminders from my bullies,

don't ******* help me,

when I want to run out of my favorite class daily,
and scream  in all their faces,

"*******"

"for once..."
but I don't

I sit,

I bit skin off skinless lips,
hold back tears,

the urge to leave,

take all my insults
that are directed at me,

with a head tilted down fake half smile,

when they should be directed to my film,
but everyday, I do get to say;

*******,

because this year,
I make it to all my classes,

even the next one,

history.
period 11/12

with my dignity
My sadness and upsetness by these people, but how oh how it prepares me for the real world. I Am better than I was, and will only get better, and that's all you can hope for.
Àŧùl May 2015
These are not just poems that I write for you,
But I lay down pieces of my heart in a jigsaw that you will complete.
These are not just words that I say daily to you,
But these are peacock feathers out of my wings of love complete.
These are not just feelings that I possess about you,
But these are delicate flowers of true love needing care complete.
My HP Poem #864
©Atul Kaushal
gabby dial May 2015
dear noni,
im suppose to call you nona
i just didnt know how to pronounce the "a"
your not even italian so what does it matter anyway

i dont like you very much
you have made my life harder than it should be
dear noni i really wish you would leave
you raised a homophobic judgmental son, i get to call him dad
thanks.

dear noni
youre not very friendly
you can send me as many books as you want on jesus and being straight'
it doesnt help your case
stop "praying for me it makes you look bad

sorry you are my grandma because i dont like you
Ellie Geneve Apr 2015
On a cold Saturday, he smiles at me in the middle of our conversation and says: "Remember how different we each were two years ago? We've come such a long way."
I smile at him and reply: "My God, we really have."


Four years later
and this conversation still replays in my head
I think my subconscious
was hoping that replaying it
would eventually make my conscious understand

... Would eventually make me understand

How did we come a long way?

How did we get this far?

We were walking in opposite directions.
A play on words (opposite directions = greater distance = far = long way).
A woman realizes that unknowingly drifting apart from the man that she loved, made her improve as an individual.
Love Apr 2015
There are so many guys,
who think they're the nice guy,
they think girls only date,
*******.

These 'nice guys' will be friends,
with the girl they like,
they will tell them they care,
every time.

They think they're good friends,
they'll ignore all the signs,
that perhaps the girl isn't,
interested.

They'll declare love for the girl,
only to be 'friendzoned',
then they'll go online and,
complain.

They don't want to be friends,
they wanted love,
unfortunately,
they didn't see the love in friendship.
it hurts for the girl too okay.
Dead Lock Apr 2015
You want to play?
Is your finger ready to fire?
Ready to shoot your harsh words,
through my hopes and desires?
For if your ready to shoot
Go right ahead
But if your ready to **** another
Then you must be ready to be dead
I hate bullies
MsAmendable Apr 2015
What is this place
Where I am;
The people are so strange.
They glide around
With too many words,
But not one kind exchange
mads Feb 2015
shallow friend see,
more exists than your comfort,
this is not your poem.
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