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RebelGirl Mar 2018
i run home once again broken hearted
school was horrible as always
i get made fun of for my face
my arms my size having no chest
being too small
having too many questions
not being nice to anyone
now that one has me laughing
ever scince i came to this school
none of you were ever nice to me
what makes you think i would be nice to you
my middle school experiance guys it does get a little bit better
me
with
her see
here
am
i
found
breathing fire

penetrate me
as
if
you
knew me

my throat swollen
from there lies
there stretched

hold my closet you lied
stick your man in me
do it to me
with
you
***** words


oh let me read
let me read
only
of
your love

yeah though my hate cleanses their
what blood have thes to shed for me
what child have you offered
what cross have you bore
walk another line
write another
****
from
it's
pit

roar hear my teeth
your head for my meal
that my claws be
stretched
to
claw

your flesh shall peel
your flesh shall peel
thunder rolls past me got its lightning breeze
what conqueror have you
to be offered of
in the depths of your hollowness
is it me you seek
is it
me
what voices to repeat
what words are cast as nets
questions have arose from diamonds puts
how much shine has been corrected
as the path is clearly marked
less we stagger
was it my light that blinded you
he lit his last ciggarette
then he swallows
like an child they refer to my past
who are you get in these words
me
i
am
nothing


on my own
i
am
nothing

there is nothing you could do to me
that could make me more nothing
than i have made myself
your words can't bring mean down
your words can't bring me down
here
i
am
bound

legs spread he enters me
he feels me before he feels me
he tastes me
my ******* are his pleasure
he is an pervert
he wanted me to be his child
?


















...
..
.
thrown into riddle
put bull
*******
get caught
in
the
...
..
.
Andrei Corre Dec 2017
A cup of tea is what we shared
Through sweet exchange of sighs
I want to pour all what I feel
'Hind this ceramic cup
Autumn leaves and puff of air
I try to convey my words
But a gust of wind to my cup of tea
Is all that had occurred.
Sam Miller Jan 2018
Bang, do something tiny again
Not to much just throw the stone And pray for attention
Ill start being reckless just to be noticed
But it doesn't really make a difference when there only around for your kinred
"Performing isn't really your talent son"
"Maybe you should stay behind the stage where you belong"
Hinden away
Nothing else to say
Still its been days and days
And that protective contact is still so far away


But hey its been like this for a life time now
The middle child
Centre of it all Never the first and no where near the final
So whats this whining for
At this point why would you hope for more
They will be back with the rest of the tribe
Till then just sit around and waste that useless time
Hannah Beasley Jan 2018
Marie is a rebellion,
A stark fight
A ****** war
Like no other
She is the depth
of the ocean
Fish, sea monsters
and all
Marie is
Eccentric
A mistress
if you will
A vision
Of grace,
Twinkling eyes,
Blue as the sky
Marie is
Forgiving
Yet
Spiteful
like a
grapefruit,
Bitter
yet delightful
Marie is a
powerful storm
In the dead of night
She is the
child everyone
Wishes for
But
Never receives
Marie is
sorrowful
Yet is never seen
Without a smile
A beautiful
creation,
Made of
Pixie dust
Marie is
Radiant
Like the sun,
Shining
Ever so brightly
She desires
Stability,
A loving home,
In someone's
Arms
tabitha Dec 2017
i have always found myself
in the middle
actually born
in the middle of the day,
                                       month,
                                       year,
                                       decade
                                      (6.12.94)
very well-versed in
what it's like to be
simultaneously rich
and incredibly poor
living in other states
sleeping on the floor
sure

i walk a generational fine line
this gemini primetime,
of insoluble crises
the holy oil floats to the top
we learn
that feigned warmth cannot dissolve
the calcified ego of a leader or their god
you proclaim the name of jesus
but still cry out for someone to lead us
from gray
          gay
          awareness
          today

it's taken time and distance for this to be easy to say.

this is for the ones
who have always found
themselves in the middle,

america, honey, will you meet us there?
Juin Dec 2017
Not too tall,
Not too short.

Not too fat,
Not too skinny.

Not too pretty,
Not too ugly.

Not too smart,
Not too dumb.

Not too loving,
Not too hateful.

I don't know where,
Where is my place.

That's why I am stuck,
Stuck in the middle.
02/12/17
Jean Sharlot Nov 2017
I can do anything
and I can easily adapt to it's nature
but I'm afraid
something is still missing
I was totally complete and incomplete
how can find out
what I was meant to be
how can I be somebody
if I don't know
Who Am I.
Jason Cain Nov 2017
I saw a picture of peace, in a simple kitchen
scene, hair in dark ringlets a face of middle
age, and eyes as deep as wells.

A humble home, a woman of peasant stock. A
glance so dull, yet deep in cost, in this I saw
peace in trade a life of cost, for this single
scene.

What price those eyes, what price such depth?
A simple scene, a lifetime made. One
glance and then, it’s gone.

By Jason Cain.
Currently posted on my website: http://zeropointman.com/peace-in-trade/
Walk up to a girl
Wherever you're at
Whether it's a club or a flat
Approach her convivially
Don't state any word trivially
Ask if she's the middle of the month
Because she's a ten out of ten
Tell her you dislike the rating system
Later on.
Smoothness is key
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