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Dominique R Jun 2018
I am drowning in a sea of nos
the waves tossing me and slamming me against the shore again and again
Indifference surrounds me and drags me down deeper
inhaling the salt water
I try and choke down the denials
rejection scraping my lungs
hollow words and polite hellos
ring in my ears
As I sink to the bottom
Moonlight Bliss Jun 2018
rejection is redirection
This three words make everything sense to me.
Brent Kincaid Jun 2018
I lost a tooth.
I was quite upset.
But I got a quarter
So, I understood.

I fell off my bike.
I scraped my knee.
I admit I cried.
But, I understood.

The neighbor boy hit me.
I believe he hates me.
I hit him back and he cried.
Then I understood.

I got the measles.
I had to stay in bed.
Missing school was okay.
Easy to understand.

I broke my leg skating.
It hurt so much, scary.
I had to wear a cast.
I totally understood.

Two guys attacked me.
I had to fight both of them.
They leave me alone now.
Then they understood.

I fell in love with a girl.
She is from the Middle East.
My friends hate her.
I’ll never understand.
Lily Jun 2018
It’s okay.
It’s okay that you constantly
Ignore me, never text me,
Purposely refuse to answer my phone calls.
It’s okay that I spend my nights in tears,
Trying to fathom your motives,
Never finding solace in sleep.
It’s okay that you never listen to me
When I speak, that you always
Cancel our plans,
That you don’t seem to care about me
Anymore.
It’s okay.
I guess I was never good enough.
Glenn Currier Jun 2018
Living with day and night
black and white
crepe myrtles of white and pink
variety and variance make me think
now and then a dissonant pitch
makes my life rich.

But sometime what seems at odds
is not.  Like seeing Love AND God
contemplation AND friendship
solitude AND kinship.
Why must it be either or
against or for?
Why can’t we see through
the differences between me and you?

What is so sad
what seems so bad
is when difference leads to rejection
then I must leave for my own protection.
When she said, “If you are this then you can’t be that!”
I left.  I won’t be her doormat.

Some people thrive on opposition
attracted to dominance and friction
but at this stage of being me
I choose to be free
to see through those things that divide
beyond the outer mar to the beauty inside.
Author’s Note:  This morning I woke thinking about a terrible moment of rejection by someone whom I had loved, been loyal to, and cherished in spite of some of her obvious limitations and failures. I was not feeling bitterness but just a little sad.  She is represented in the last two stanzas of this poem.  I also want to thank a poet on HelloPoetry.com who goes by the name of Melancholy of Innocence  for the partial inspiration for this poem.  He is represented in the second line of the second stanza.  I am so very inspired by the variety of work I read on https://hellopoetry.com/
svdgrl Jun 2018
I want to say you've left me all broken into jagged pieces,
that luckily everyone seems to want to pick up,
but they're sharp, dude.
I'm nervous.
I've been cut so far,
before the glass was broken.
I can only wonder-
I can be soft-spoken.
I'll try for  moments,
in which I'm grateful I'm not alone.
But I flip through your new pictures,
with the girl you said not to worry about,
I scurry about
memes in hand, I don't need a man,
I've buried the doubt.
I'm edgy.
I try my best to keep myself from writing my own elegy
But I know I want you to read this,
it isn't the best poetry.
It's just what I wish I could impart to you,
after keying your car and using your tooth brush
to clean my dogs *******.


deuces
*******, you abusive piece of crap.
I've contemplated messaging your new lady,
Out of the fear that just maybe
you'd grab her by the neck too,
and assume she liked being treated like ****.
Stella Matutina Jun 2018
In my mind it’s so easy.
We meet by chance,
Fall in love,
Happy ending.

But reality is a different story,
It is one written by anxiety and pain.

I’m tired of being lonely.
I know there are friends there.
But I crave intimacy,
Affection.

It is hard though,
When every possible candidate is met with fear,
With anxiety over some day having to say no.
With some day having to walk on glass,
Because I have to say I don’t feel the same way.

I want to chase my fears with alcohol,
Get drunk and let the night roll.
But that’s what got me here.

It is not my duty or obligation to meet their demands,
To fulfill their needs,
And I refuse to let alcohol be their tool to use my body.
It’s not a tool
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