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sammy Apr 2018
your hair’s so **** distracting
it’s gorgeous, yes,
slicked back or even gelled up into the punk rock staple
of I hate my parents
but it pulls me away from your face
like a sucker for half-assed romance novels
your doe like hazel eyes
draw me in
your bumpy nose
rocks against mine and makes me giggle
your lopsided grin
makes it so easy to get lost in kisses
but when you’re screaming at the top of your lungs
about how much ******* hairspray you need for the next show
it gets me wondering
and wondering is always bad, but,
did it ever occur to you that girls will still love you even if you don’t grease your hair up
did it ever occur to you that I will still love you
but then again,
you’ll eventually just get a haircut
written in 2014
Mary-Eliz Apr 2018
I like your style

oh
what is that?
honestly I don't know

it seems to be all over the place

silly
sappy

sad or happy

brash
straightforward

describing
lovely
or ugly

rhyming or not

loose or tight

flowing or rigid

though I describe things
I can't describe it

can't define it

style is so amorphous

I see others'
and think

"I like your style
but don't ask me to define it."
Googling it helps not in the least! Answers to the question "what is style?" are as the line above "all over the place". :-)
Gabriella Apr 2018
Some days I barely recognize you are not near
Other days your absence is every fear

This permanent distance between us
Is not felt.
Only on nights where I am about to welt
Do I ever think of you
And me, lying near each other as eternal beings.

This permanent distance spans further as time goes on
It is not bad to be far
It can make the heart grow fonder.
I wonder whether
     in my advanced maturity
I'm getting sappy -
    a sign of second childhood
    regression as progress … ?

when even cheesy happy ends
on late night television movies
almost bring tears to my eyes

or is it just
fulfillment on the screen
     of ancient human dreams
that we can live in harmony
     happy in peace
    instead of war

no bombs  no deadly rockets
no children lost to famine or to terror
no need to flee the rubble
     of what used to be your home

I guess I‘m getting sappy
fluffel Apr 2018
The cut was deep, 
At first to him, keeping the wound bandaged to forget 
Out of sight but not of mind 
Every movement gives a twinge 
Every thought leads back to that fringe 
Never willing to accept his weakness 
never able to heal, his tree leafless 
Nothing could infiltrate his mind, 
It raced for an acceptable excuse to find 
But never successful in it’s hunt 
Just mental fuckery and the final realization that he was a **** 
No reason for his action 
Just a bad coping mechanism and a run in with an alcohol-obsessed faction 
Now he must deal with the woman he loves reaction 
Forgiveness is preyed for, but not seen as an option 
More alone than before is the only viable result of that ‘final’ verbal transaction 
Inevitable though 
He can’t keep living with his mind as a foe 
It needs to be clean, clear, and precise 
He must succeed and leave everyone in surprise 
He must expose this wound with shame 
With only himself to blame 
The words slip from his lips as light from a flame 
Leaving himself vulnerable but eyes still full of desire 
This overwhelming ****** feeling that he knows 
He has hurt the one he loves 
 
The wound is deep 
She is hurt, no longer feeling complete
Brandon Brazel Feb 2018
These days are always chilly,
My temple is shivering frivolously,
These days are going so fast,
But maybe it’s because I’m stuck in the past.
Those days were filled with a smile,
But my brain puts those memories in a file,
Because nowadays,
I’m stuck in denial.
Stuff gets hard, look forward not backward, anatomy shows that Which way you face, you will walk that direction. Stay happy stay healthy, love you guys.
Garrick Styles Feb 2018
You'd think i would be done with writing all this poetry and sappy love s*about you but truth is I'm just now getting started you got to me tore my walls down I'm exposed no more mystery my playbook. Has been leaked can't help but be  bitter you wasted my time crushed on you for months dreaming one day you'd be mine finally gotcha never wanted to lose you but **** got a little rocky and you jumped off the boat people started rumors and you believed them. Never even asked me for the truth I got no reason to lie nothing to hide I was down for you but its obvious you wasn't for me I treated you like fine China turns out your just a paper plate .....  You use to be the one i would go to when I needed to escape what happen to us ?  Like **** I just miss how it use to be me and you together there was nothing better I swear we weren't a perfect match but you were perfect for me now I'm lost excepted to move on I can't though because my heart belongs to someone else I can't waste nobody's time when I got somebody else on my mind I can't move forward i would rather be in the past before my heart was in a cast .....
david mitchell Feb 2018
i love your rose hair when it's rushed.
maybe it's a crush, maybe i'm just entranced,
but i'm in love with your blush,
and every chance i get to exchange a glance.

from trust to crush,
chances to advances,
your eyes look like stardust,
through my amber tinted glasses.

i hate my shyness,
stuck in my nervous trances.
but i love your inner brightness,
every time we engage in our verbal dances.

from lust to dust,
passion to ashes,
i find myself hopelessly romanced,
by amber tinted glasses.

..     - .... .. -. -.-     ..     .-.. --- ...- .     -.-- --- ..-
for amber. i wish i was with you, all the time, it's weird.
..     - .... .. -. -.-     ..     .-.. --- ...- .     -.-- --- ..-
Calen C Bunn Jr Jan 2018
I hate trying not to try
I hate that I can't say "I'm better"
I hate I'm not the reason you're happy
but I love that I fell for you

I love you can't tell I'm trying
I love that you say "he's the best"
I love that you're happy
But I hate that I fell for you
Your typical sappy teenage romance. He fell for her but she was taken and was in a happy relationship.
If I could meet you again for the first time,
I would.
10 times over
And every time,
I would choose you.

If we met at the park,
it would be autumn.
We would see each other there everyday, walking alone,
and one day,
we would look up,
a little nervous,
and say, hey there,
and then, some how, we would end up walking together
hardly saying a word,
as if we had known each other our entire lives.

If we met at work,
I would say hi,
and you would ask, how are you,
and that would be all.
Until one day you would offer to carry my bag and walk me to my car,
and I would unlock the door to get in,
but it would hang there open, long after I planned to leave.

If we met at in line at the book store,
I would ask you what you were buying,
and you would launch into a story, describing the movie or book or whatever you held in your hands,
and as you explained,
your eyes would get really big and your hands would move all around, trying to describe how much you love it.

If we met as kids,
we would race up the slide,
and play tag,
and I would pretend I didn't like to be caught,
but secretly I did,
and we would hide in the wooden castle,
and make up stories,
and miss each other after we went home.

If we met in class,
we would sit next to each other the first day by accident,
but we would become friends.
You would be early everyday and save my seat,
and I would come just in time,
and when I got sick, you would give me your notes,
and when the other wasn't there, the empty chair beside us would swallow the whole room.

If we met when we're old,
I would see you greet the receptionist in the doctor's office,
and watch you laugh about something she said and thank her, your eyes sparkling and kind.
And, at 70, I wouldn't care about subtlety anymore,
so I would go sit down next to you and ask why you aren't married
and you would say, because I've been waiting for you.
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