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Tolani Agoro Jul 2017
I wish I could call you my happiness
I wish I could say you're my joy
I wish when people asked for my weakness
I'd say "that's the boy"
The love of my life
My sun, my moon, my stars and my sky
My universe surrounding and always expanding
My home, my safety, my sunshine
My everything.
My heart, my strength
Now, forever, always.
I don't understand
I can't understand
What do you think they were???
What do you think you were???
Just some words I thought fit nice together
Or some exaggeration I couldn't possibly mean
Empty sentiments
Empty words
Like the empty person who writes them
I'm disappointed in you.
I'm hurt but I'm oh so disappointed
The washed up poet?
You lit a flame and brought light back into her heart
And with the new found warmth, she wrote.
She wrote at 2AM and at 4
She wrote when she was with you and when she was not
She wrote about love because that's what she felt
That's how much she felt it
How much she felt about you
And then you tell her it isn't true
You're not the love of her life just the best love she knew
How dare you?
How dare you turn all the beautiful things I said about you and meant it into empty sentiments?
How dare you turn my hard work to make you know I love you into just words?
How dare you???
How dare you tell me this???
How dare you.
How dare you make all of it so irrelevant
You've done some **** things
But this?
This one stings.
*******. I'm ****** as hell you little *****. Ugh!!!
Roo Jul 2017
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****.
Haven't you heard? Every thought in your brain is poetic.
july hearne Jul 2017
a few months ago i checked the balances
in my various checking and saving accounts
and noticed i had too much cash

since i'm not going to buy overvalued real-estate
in a sellers market
or grossly overvalued stocks in the tech sector
before that bubble pops (i have nothing but deep intense hatred for silicon valley, jeff bezos, and mark zuckerberg)
i decided to spend the surplus on myself

and quit my job

after another unproductive day at work being yelled at by a fat, angry, white, single woman who knew everything.

she appreciated her bluntess.

i didn't bother to give any notice other than an email saying: "i'm resigning effective right now,  thanks for the opportunity, my employee badge is under my keyboard! kthnxbi!"

i wonder if she yelled when she read the email
and if  i should change the title of this poem to
"it's ok you can bring a salad for lunch everyday like i do"
or
"i've been reading "The Art of War" lately and even though it's the comic book version, i'm still going to win this cat fight *****".
Macktheknife Jun 2017
The person you have called is unable to answer at the- click
That was the third time have called him since 7:00.
I sit the phone down in spite-full elegancey.
Another weekend crucified in the name of romance, I had, despite a nervous feeling in my gut, decided to stay home.
you see he had said he would drop by my place and we would have dinner at 6 and from there we would paint the town,
so like any idiot worth his salt, I believe him and wait.
And wait. And wait. And wait.
8 o’clock roll’s around and i decide to call back, but just as I pick up the phone an image shoots into my brain.
An image of all the ways he’s choosing to ignore my call, my voice and my intimacy.
I decided that its best that I give up on calling him, after all I have enough dignity to know when to give up.
That prior nervous feeling in my gut soon begins to weigh me down, I take a ****, and climb down from my porcine thrown reborn.
some feed back would be nice ya know so i know im not shouting in an empty room
Vee Jun 2017
You screamed.
Words of disgust pieced my flesh.
What a mess. however,
Nothing was what it seemed.

I remember good times,
When laughter was dominate          
No one nominate leader.
Just enjoying each others company.
It was simple.

Until glasses shattered.
Feelings battered,
As my tears admitted the truth.
Your words showcasing yours.
There was nothing left to say.
The damage had been done.
You screamed once.
And change our future,
Too blunt to realise the impact of your words.
Leaving us on undetermined terms.
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