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Me desespera ser tan yo
no se si es porque tengo el periodo
pero ya no me soporto
estoy harta de como soy
y no lo puedo cambiar
por mas que intente
y siempre me trae problemas
y mi inseguridad
y mi inmadurez
y mi falta de capacidad
y mi forma de dejar que cualquier cosa me haga mierda
soy una pendeja
estoy hasta la madre de todo
y no lo puedo cambiar
quisiera poder desaparecer a un lugar tranquilo
un bosque
y tomar muchas fotos y quedarme dormida
pero a la vez quisiera ser mas madura
no ser
como yo
a veces quisiera ser otra persona
mas segura mas madura con experiencia
como cuando llegamos a playa
era super segura
mas madura
valoraba todo
quisiera poder levantarme el animo yo sola, no necesitar de nadie
quisiera dejar de tener problemas hormonales
quisiera dejar de estar tan pinche loca
ser menos desesperada
pero para eso tendría que ser otra persona
porque yo ya intenté cambiar y no se puede
entonces me doy cuenta de que
preferiria morirme
pero no puedo
y mi hermana?
y tu?
y todos mis seres queridos?
y la gente que me quiere ?
y mi talento ?
entonces siento que nada tiene solución
y quiero explotar
y quiero llorar
y ser otra persona
y ser yo
y vivir
y morir.
May not be perfect but it's what i feel right now.
Celeste McNeil Apr 2016
You asked me my name in your first remark
We sat on opposite ends of a question mark
You were dashing - made me pause,
me, this independent clause
standing alone,
I made sense on my own
But I answered you anyway.

Ellipses.

Now you are the verb in my heart’s contraction
I am the subject and you are the action
An Interrogative with a Declarative reaction
An Exclamatory and then an Imperative attraction

Ellipses.

Your lips ease
Me, the direct object of your affection,
but never sentenced to an apostrophe’s possession
perhaps more true- a plural “s” suggestion
and the excitement behind an exclamation point’s inflection

The semi-colon understands
We can be on our own, but we want to stand
together
where our letters
aren’t fetters,
but the typesetter’s
better measure
of linguistic pleasure.

We communicate through metaphors and similes
Like the birds and the bees
We speak across homophone lines
to keep a census of our senses at all times
Because words said aloud have allowed
us to find meaning behind the utterance of sound-
mere words and phrases
jumping off of pages
into brain and heart and soul
when the parts become a whole

And with the syntax, punctuation, grammar, and usage
I’m a hopeless semantic always trying to ****** it
Language- yours I understand through the myriad.
Words can’t capture you. Period.
aniket nikhade Jul 2015
Issue or no issue, the fact that there is no issue becomes an issue
Over a period of time this issueless issue gathers the strength of storm,
a storm, which is waiting to happen in your life.

Story or no story,
there is always a story,
something,
which goes on at the back of your mind.

Subconscious mind has got lot of things in it's store to store some of which belong the past,
a few amongst them belong to present,
somewhere along the line of thinking a few amongst them even relate to the future.
Hence story or no story there is always a story that goes on in the mind, the only thing that remains is that you need to redress the same.

Whether you agree upon or you disagree,
argue or deny,
more or less,
it makes little or no difference.

A fact that always draws all your attention,
something, which remains pretty much the same,
over a period of time a bottom line which is drawn also states the same,
conflicts have always remained a part of everyone's life.

Over a period of time everything related to conflicts remains more or less the same.
At most the intensity of conflict can be reduced, later on the same conflict will come up again, if not resolved.
Definitely over a period of time everything related to a conflict remains more or less the same, if not resolved.

When efforts are been made at every level to decide upon the future course of action something is waiting to happen round the corner,
waiting to take place is nothing else,
nothing different, but a debate.

Now here at this point in time during a debate, conflict makes it's first appearence.
Conflicts can govern any kind of form, small or big, then that doesn't matter.
Initially at the beginning intentions or obligations will not come in middle of the way.
If you don’t have any intentions, doesn't matter.
For the time being things will remain stable,
but not for quite long time,
sooner or later things will change,
since your peers will defintiely take the much needed initiative of getting you involved in the conflict making sure that the debate continues taking a new shape.
The conflict of thoughts will then begin again.
Like or dislike, love or hate, feelings and emotions have remained a part of everyone's life.

Complex is the nature of thoughts going on in the mind different from routine
So complex are the thoughts going on in the mind,
so much so that they make the most simplest of things in life look complex.

A perplexed situation bothers the mind
Everything that goes on in the mind then needs monitoring,
need of hour remaining more or less the same
The need prior was also the same,
need during overcoming an odd still remains very much the same.
Not only how to make things work is the concern in the present, but much more concerning is to make them work in the right way.
The only way out is to pick up the right moment in time to get the right way out of the present situation.

Almost all the time many feel,
if not most of us that life is simple,
however, most of the time this does not happen,
neither does it hold true.
Definitely, sooner or later,
a few simple things become a part of everyone's life remaining in their life for quite a long time.
Isabella Bennett Mar 2016
Search. Find. Push.
******. Ouch. Nothing.

Sitting; uncomfortable.
Stand. Walk. Ouch.
Nothing.

Blanket and a mirror.
Search. Find. Push.

Standing.
Search. Find. Push.

Pull. Splatter-print red on plastic.
Leaving sliver of string attached to puffy cotton. Dangling.

Check. Finished. Blood.
Pull.

Search. Find. Push.
******;ouch;nothing.

Search find push.
****** ouch nothing.

Repeat repeat repeat.
This was my poem for International Women's Day. It features my personal experience with tampons and uses the art of words and poetry to showcase a simulation of that experience for men or people who do not use tampons.
Sethnicity Mar 2016
I gave her the full 140
No Punctuation Necessary
HottoTrot LickedandLocked
Missed the spot and blued my rocks
Cause she was on her.
Dats what i called #Twitterpated!
Alette Peter Feb 2016
Past is bedrock and cannot be change.
It is foundation of present.

Present is a current adventure.
Perfect for planning a future.

Future is so bright hope for people.
A wishful path which is unknown.

Everyone had a bad memories.
Do they wish to die or to live?

Everyone wakes up for tomorrow.
Are they strong enough or fragile?

Mystery where no one knows.
Twisted fate of life is in our hands.
Its about time we have.
the dead bird Feb 2016
I look at the stain
My period has left on my favorite *******
And hold them in my hand
As I contemplate what to do with them.
I can try to get the blood out
But the stain will still linger
A reminder that I am only human
And ******* is natural but -
“Dont talk about that,
Thats so nasty.
Maybe that's why
You've been such a *****.
Typical FEMALES”
I am gross for being a woman?
Men worship my *****
But the moment I bleed
It's as disgusting as curdled milk.
Society wants to see me
As something unhuman
An object to worship
A ******, mindless creature
That does what she's told
A FEMALE.
But I am a WOMAN
I have ideas, morals, and input.
My thoughts and opinions that matter.
I can make jokes,
And drink beer,
And read,
And play video games,
And be a musician,
And speak my mind,
And bleed.
Like a FEMALE human.
Or,
Like a woman.
charmaine Jan 2016
***
random day of the week.
I wake up,
sleep still in my eye.
  Haven't noticed that I don't feel anything,
just tired.

   Dusk starts to arrive, I feel angry.
No one except my father has made me disappointed,
I cried over past events.
My mood changes again,
I don't know how to describe the frequency.
I constantly ask my mother if she ever felt this way,
she replies that she can no longer remember,
nor had she noticed that she would snap at me.
   Nighttime has arrived, I order pizza.
Attempt to bond with mother over a new
tv show,
    she barely pays attention,
it hurts.
My father ignores me.
I enjoy the silence.
     Noticing this new movie coming soon,
I ask a (friend) to join me,
I'm rejected with excuses of non-violence,
confusion of the plot and (ask a classmate).
I pretend it doesn't hurt,
it upsets me,
but I would be less upset if it wasn't pathetic excuses.
Am I angry because of excuses or rejection?
Am I disappointed because of my father's silence or my mother's two-second attention span?

   I wish I could just bleed already so I could focus on the physical.
melli7 Dec 2015
I The Monthly Scapegoat
I feel like **** and
everyone else is **** too I
better be getting it soon or
else I'll have nothing to blame this
shittiness on

What are you looking at?
Go AWAY!


II Pain & ****
ow
that hurts
this better not be from that
steak I had last night


III Paranoia
it's not here
yet
but I know it's coming why
isn't it here yet this waiting is making
me crazy checking for stains every five
minutes afraid to wake up with an unpleasant
surprise


IV Arrival
surprise

followed by: the most
inconvenient
five days out of every month


V Farewell**
good riddance to
bad ******* that
will unfortunately need to
be expelled next month I feel like a
human trashcan
solEmn oaSis Dec 2015
mula sa bintana ng mga katotong tahanan
may pinaghuhugutan balitang pinagkainan
merong budbod di-umano ang bibingka sa bilao
madalas di-ginugusto,,minsan nama'y napapa-tipo.

bihira man ang daloy sa hiwa ng pagkakataon
nariyan pa rin ang kuro at haka sa loob ng kahon
sa tulong ng walang patumanggang bulong na hindi naririnig ang tunog
sa likod ng pulang bilang matatanaw may abiso sa kidlat na walang kulog.

ilako ang lakbay ng himay sa mga nagdidilang anghel
para mahumpay ang tamlay mula sa pader na papel
ibahagi ang natatanging kuwento sa oras ng hanay ng kasarinlan
mag-manman sa likuran bago dumating at gumawa sa tambayan

matabunan man sa araw-araw ang pag-apaw ng dalaw sa estado
wag mag atubili,hataw lang sa paggalaw muling ibangis ang talento
bagamat ano mang bulwak meron ang katha sa salamin,matapos na
maisulat
sa ere man hanggang sa paglapag ng tuyong dahon,may mangha na ipamu-mulagat

sapagkat hinde mababanaag sa mga nilakaran
ang iniwang bakas sa pinanggalingang upuan
dahil ang dati nang puting kulay sa loob na 'ala pang bahid
magkukulay dilaw sa pagkakaroon ng matimtimang masid

at kung ang inaasahan ay taliwas sa nakatakda,,alin lang yan sa dalawa :
bumilis ang pagbagal ng patak kaya manunumbalik ang dati nang sigla
o malamang na mangamba sa pakiwaring hindi daratnan dahil sa
pagkaantala?
kung magkagayo'y ituloy lang ang pagkasabik sa pagtatapos pagkat
*magkakabunga!
Ang bawat simbolo ay sagisag....
palatandaan ng makabuluhang kahulugan!
At ano mang uri ng bantas ay marka,,,
na tatak sa ating utak patungo sa isang palaisipan.
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