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Aditi Mar 2015
Effortless it used to be,
now it's a constant strain
You used to be on the same page with me
now i wonder if we are even a part of the same story?

How rude of days and nights to pass completely oblivious of our pain
How audacious of me to think it was you who the stars  told me about


Closest you used to be,
now there is always an unseen barrier in between
I used to be your home once
But now I'm just a noose you cant free yourself from

How rude of me to say "it's been a tough day" for a year now
How thoughtful of you to pretend it's not because of the sweet nothings you have been feeding me


A day dream turned to reality, you were
Now i realised some things can only be loved from a far
I used to wish your hands never leave mine
But now i just wish you happiness, no matter who you choose to share it with

**How rude of stars to be so out of my reach
How tragic of our story that they are closer to me than you'll ever be.
.....But i can't stop loving you
Ishita Mar 2015
I pick out a picture
A captured moment of us
There ain't a picture showing that smile
Displaying the ****** wickedness
I loved the other side of you
The other 'rotten' side of you
For it disclosed you
Far more than lust
Far away from good u were
My deep conscience spoke
Yet not at first
But slowly
You hid a split
Cracking my wit
The jeopardy increased
Your subtleness unleashed
Into more lies
White lies placed in our lives
Blank goes my face
When first saw you
Not on beauty,nor on those eyes
But on a mystery that binds
Rather I came to end you
You being a demon
A heart like gold
People say you have
Are they blind
I seldom sneered
Now,the broken breeze fears me
No one questioned those ***** eyes
Coz it hid under a mask
U masked man,I screeched
Open up you monster
Show your truth,you traitor
And now the storm showcased terror
I look at him,straight in his eye
A glint of venom reflected by
Mercy didn't exist in his heart
Which held a murderous view.
Poetic T Mar 2015
Jack** and Jill ran up the hill,
To perv on miss muffin
Getting her fill,
She was getting it hard boiled
From Humpy Dumpty,
Who fell of the wall,
Yolk sprayed up her back,
Her screaming she wanted more.

Mary, Mary,
Quite Contrary...
How did you make it grow,
You played with the bells,
And my cockle shells and it did grow,
Mary, Mary,
Quite Contrary
Not much words to show,
A mouth your good at what you do,
Mary my sweet little bike I like to ride so.

Old Mother Hubbard
Liked it up the back cupboard,
From the younger gents
She knows,
She liked to **** meat till the marrow
Did flow swallowed the lot in one go,
Now empty is the bone.
Who thought a lady in years,
Had all this energy on the go...
River Scott Feb 2015
i find
that the word ****
is a poetic word.

"*******"
is harsh
rude
and
brash.

"**** me"
is ******
crass
and
not classy.

"**** it"
means a lot,
like ***** these ideas
***** what is thought.

I find
**** it
is a good phrase.
The other two
negative,
one that's positive
sometimes.
**** it,
implys a lot.
And in this case
it implied
forgetting
what the others
thought
and how others
saw
us.

-r.y.s
I find the words "**** it" have caused great things in my life.
Elizabeth Hynes Feb 2015
****** tie it theatre knot
     Seductive lick it with tongue red hot
Desire the lust ages, cakes will rot
     Sweat the sheets to clammy faceless knot
Gruelling physicality a god's revenge
    Aphrodite wept in tears of stone rock
Previous encounters must be avenged
     ****** always creeps up to bow shock
Toes curl and fingers grapple at air.  
     Heave him over turned right way about
Grabbing for something solid, hair
     The mouth wants to shout it out
Happiness sublime an easy win
      It beats those that just stick it in
Autumn Whipple Jan 2015
people always name me
label me
for my season
a petty qualm
a minor annoyance
but annoying all the same
hey spring! they yell, like that makes them clever
hello winter, they crow
like I haven't heard it all before
sometimes I just want to scream
my name is Autumn
not winter
not spring
not summer
Autumn
Tatiana Jan 2015
"Would you like some cake"
A women asked me politely as she was exiting the door holding a tray of cake.
"No thank you, i'm not a fan of cake."
I respond, laughing politely because the situation was a little bizarre.
"That's probably why you're so skinny and not fat."
I didn't respond after that and here's why:
repeat her last line, except with the nastiest tone you could imagine.
Then imagine her glaring at me as she left.
...
What did I do? Why did that escalate so quickly?
What just happened....
I don't understand why that was at all necessary.
Tatiana Jan 2015
They like to send you mean and harsh messages
and then they don't even stick around for the aftermath,
because they are not strong,
they are not respected,
or respectful.
But, they believe that by hurting others,
they will have their power.
But this silly coward
doesn't quite understand how I respond
to people like him.
I see this as a challenge,
as a game.
But since he refuses to show his face,
it tells me all I need to know.

I don't think this coward
is prepared to get played.

*To be continued...
I will not share the message that got me started, but I do think that he has blocked me within minutes of sending me an awful message.  But if that's the way he's going to be, then I should be allowed to express this frustration and anger.
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