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Amanda Kay Burke Mar 2018
"You just have to want it" I think
I lay panting, pinned to the cold floor
Right now I lie completely defeated
I guess I have to want it more

The words sing truth and honesty
If they didn't you would not use them so much
When the author spoke he or she must have
never felt pure heartache's cool touch

I badly want to keep it together
I am breaking piece by piece
Tired of faking emotions, falling apart
Within these wild feelings won't cease

I have pushed my will as far as it can go
Never have I longed for something so desperately before
You must be the exception to that phrase
I cannot attain your heart by wanting it more
My boyfriend always says "You just have to want it" like that is the solution to all our problems. Like I can just want something into existence. With us they are things I can do though.
solely reduced to communicate
via my choice online mode
     (ease of use preference
     via Facebook Messenger), candidate

said Modus Operandi aye find tubby great
even though this papa doth hate
to say "good bye..."
     after lingering delay followed

     by "I love you"
     swallowing tears irate
as bittersweet poignant end
     ding our irregular chat as if
     (analogously)...aye ab duck kate
(albeit temporarily),
     the joyous role of fatherhood

especially denoting young womanhood of late
said offspring, I helped beget (with ma mate)
i.e. wife (which marriage
     experienced rough patches)

     nine or so months ceased to ovulate
just a tad more'n nineteen Earth Orbitz ago
     as reckoned via dull lix gray matter
     encapsulated within

     thine barnacle encrusted pate
her virtual presence encountered
     earlier today - March 24th, 2018
     doth highly rate

as supremely blessed,
     through swallowed sadness sans tete a tete
only after clicking end conversation
     does this dada

     (with genuine muffled sobs) ululate
agonizing with reality empty nest syndrome
     asper averred second daughter
     aye helped yes sire re:) to beget
whose tender loving care)
     under voluntary auspices

     sans strong willed kid sister (Shari)
     decision immediate decision needed tubby made
     (concurrence with birth mother - Abby)
     already couple years zipped,

     her homecoming (who knows when),
     dud dada Matthew Scott Harris
     must keep away fixating on requisite adulthood),
     argh...now...must needs wait!
Maria Etre Mar 2018
It more than
just a
"Hello"
when my
my heart
speaks
through
my eyes
Faiza Arakkal Mar 2018
Maybe.
Maybe it is not like how I think.
Maybe it is all just for the time being.
Maybe it is what I am meant for.
Maybe it is what I am destined to be.
Maybe it is all just in my head.
Maybe it is all unreal.
Maybe there's something more to it.
Maybe this is not the end.
Maybe there's still hope at the other side.
Maybe this is all just the beginning.
Maybe.
Maybe.
I wish maybe.
DW Mar 2018
I kissed your lips laced with alcohol
and tasted the sweet sensation of
Nothingness and Regret.
The everlasting touch
that would release me from you.
Yet for some odd reason,
I still wanted more.
women that tip weigh ling needle to spin vicious circle
     akin to puppy chasing her/his tail
     or require digital scale,
at the extreme alt right registering heavy loads  
     whether young or old ought to appreciated

     as waifer thin self starved as a rail,
instead they suffer unfair injustice
     like a trapped quivering quail
thus this fatalistic, generic,
     and holistic landlubber
     wanted to point head lee
     hammer home one secure
     heterosexual ******* stronger than

     omnipotent Marcy's Playground
     weather beaten pail
     Trent Reznor's sixty 9 inch rust free steel nail
into the coffin of bias
     against bevy of beautiful babes
     within the mind of this male,
who inherited genetic predisposition
     for being average, hearty and hale

yet feel compassion for those engaged
     in an ongoing with battle of the bulge,
     hmm... perhaps hiding ample *****
     akin to milky sopping wet grail

or accepted unequivocally themselves
     without envy of lithesome women,
     who seem to possess flair with nary a flail
     yet possess much love to avail,

and tis wise to love oneself unconditionally
     despite premium aesthetics considered svelte
which mass media accentuates de facto spelt
definition of femininity aka runway models
     donned in faux animal pelt
whose deliberate self exhibition
     prompts madding crowd of man

     to waggle tongue with slack jaws
     as if ready to melt
or at instantaneous signal telepathically felt
drop drawers upon removing blackbelt.
ivy Mar 2018
I settle for less
Because less is more
Right?
Love yourself before you love someone else. You may find you are stuck when you are in love. If you need love, don't crawl and scratch your way to find it. It's in yourself.
Rayleen Jayne Mar 2018
You are more.
There's something in you.
Although I know you are beat down to the core,
And you want to give up, but I am begging you not to.

It's in your eyes.
Like watching a raging fire with nothing in its way.
And you wear a disguise.
Yet it doesn't hide me from seeing your heart on display.

You try to counteract the system,
With a mind of those dancing flames, distorted images of beauty.
You're always in an enchanting rhythm.
Never out of tune within me.

Why are you so broken inside?

Even your walk tells me that you are screaming for someone to hold you.

I can tell that all the tears have dried.

Without spoken words, I already knew.

And I wish you knew that I think you're beautiful in a way.
I want you to know, but what for?
I think that you're in dismay,

Because oh my god. . .

You are so much more.
Ruby Mar 2018
Show me the stars
Show me the universe
Show me more than this field of green

The world is your oyster
But I want the stars
Give me all that you can give
Maria Etre Mar 2018
It's more
than a shake
when my
hand
forgets
to
let
go
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