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Lady Grey Apr 2018
So tired
                            Of what?
I dont know
Im so e m  p      t         y
Its s
       u
          f
              f
                 o
                      c
                            a
         ­                           t
                                    ­          i
                                                     ­            n
                                                               ­                                            g
Not the hard and harmful kind
Just soft and gentle
         Muffling reality
                     Blurring the edges
I can barely breathe
     Or relate
To anyone
Thats my friend down the hall
     Better look down
I dont want to talk
               Dont take it personally
Im just too tired to think
      To breathe
      To talk
I cant focus
Cant open my mouth
My hands tremble
But my eyes are hard and staring
                                                         ­    Rude.
         Im not looking at you
Im just lost in space
                        In the             e m p t y             void
sometimes everything just seems wrong, like you're the only thing that's real, you know?
Haylin Apr 2018
Standing in a place, empty, no one around waiting impatiently
for a bus that is way too late.

Noises suddenly occur behind and turning I see hordes of boys
crowding out of school, lining the street so as to be,
the first one on the bus when stopped alone.

Laughing quietly within, looking at their boyish faces of
determination, knowing I am the only woman standing there, they
choose to ignore the manners supposedly taught by their mothers.

Going along with it because I thought it was funny, blue line
bus arrives and I step back, watching shame-faced boys climb
on.

Finally a few minutes later, Central zero bus comes, it can
not pull up to the bus stop, because the line of boys is still
getting on the other bus.

Walking down the streets towards it to get on, am suddenly
surrounded and passed by over a dozen clean cut, well dressed-
boys.

They hurriedly crowd in line and get on before me, pushing
and shoving like moronic grade school boys.

Finally at the very edge of the male species, a tall young
blonde looks me in the eye and lets me get on before him.

Thanking him, I smile and climb aboard, finding a seat, I
sit down and begin writing this little excerpt on boys having
no manners at all - except the one.
B Apr 2018
How come good thing happen to bad people?
People who don't deserve ****
People who yell at others for no reason
People who bully people for no reason
People don't tell the truth
People who talk behind your back
People who aren't nice
And everyone knows it
And the people who give out nice thing know this
And they still give it to these people
While the good people sit in the back
Sit praying for good things
And they deserve the good things
But the bad people get them
And the good people get the harmony
smokey basil Mar 2018
I hate how you yell at me.
You call me
rude,
disrespectful,
ungrateful,
and so very rude.
I really am trying my best,
I just can't live up to
your level of expectations.
Dev Mar 2018
If indeed you were intent
on being real friends,
you have very little evidence
but your word to show it.

The only time we talk
is when I start the conversation
or you like the fact that my dads cake read:
"Happy Birthday, you old ****"

Even then, all I get is
Haha, thats brilliant
And what am I supposed to reply?
I don't want to look needy, so nothing.

Maybe if you took
your head out of your ***
And thought about what I've done,
and been there for you,

then you wouldn't be so rude.
This is more of like the stuff I cant say to him more than a poem, sorry for the language!
To the tune of Camp Grenada, in the key of Sarcasm.

Hello darling!
Youre amazing!
You'll make Vegans
Give up grazing!
It's like I asked for
Another volley,
Not like I'm hoping you get hit by the trolley!

Innundated,
With your ego,
Who am I to
say oh God please no?!
For when they sees it,
They all wants it;
Thanks again for your **** pic and how you flaunt it!
G Mar 2018
he is who i love.
you are the one i once fell for,
to the ground in pain,
in hell-raised agony;
and rose again
only to ask why, God,
must it feel this way
when you are near.

he is the beacon.
you were the light of the sun,
deflecting from my body,
permeating my skins paleness
and keeping my mind
rid of sanity;
persisting the everlasting thoughts
of a sweet, tantalizing end.

he is my best friend.
you were my best half,
of the negativity of me
and every other human
who dare to act
the way you do;
nonchallantly
dismissive,
and rude as all hell.
2/4/18
Jeff Gaines Feb 2018
My third day here at Hello Poetry
and I've encountered one already.
I know, I know … they're everywhere …
painfully, woefully steady.

Nine-hundred posts and more …
He parades around as a poet.
But to read his prose in the English language …
you'd swear that he doesn't even know it.

He says that I have everything wrong
and that “We know that God is right".
I've no idea about anything at all, he claims,
but it's this “We” who is starting the fight.

His "We" attacks my words, my themes
and even my beliefs.
Instead of offering help or praise,
"We" slings only grief.

I've seen his type all over the world …
a sad and cowardly sod.
Nothing more than a lonely Troll (read: bully)
trying to hide behind God.

When I tell him that I'm blocking him from my sector,
he doesn't behave like any Pastor …
Instead "His Holiness" sends an all-telling message ...
calling me a “*******”.

He doesn't even know my parents.

Isn't that a hoot?

February 26th, 2018
Yikes!
That was quick, he found me fast! My first here ... and hopefully ... the last.
I do feel sorry for them, in my way. But being lonely or insecure is no excuse for terrorizing others. My pet peeve of all bullies though, are the one's who act all self-righteous and judgmental in the name of "God" in an attempt to keep you from returning fire or even standing up to them.
That ... is simply pathetic.
julianna Feb 2018
I am living in a capsule
I am shielded from outside forces,
hurting
pain
and
sallow emotions

these are orange

I am shielded by this boundary
that my mind constructed
A prisoner to my own ways
forever defending me
from your
rude
and stabbing
jagged jars

and your

sharp
and jarring
warnings

these are red

it may sound nice
that I am immune

this is blue

But the privilege of the good emotions
all the
warm
and happy
delicious laughs

which are yellow

I no longer have

because I am a prisoner
of cause and effect-
you cause and I deflect

Now I am an outsider on the inside
forever watching all the colors
as they
bounce off my capsule wall.
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