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TJ Nov 2018
Things ****.

            Tough luck.
Ok this is going to sound dumb but I was just casually thinking about everything I've done wrong and idiotic in my life, basically things like embarrassing myself with my college degree of awkwardness on a regular basis when I try to talk to anyone who isn't a nonjudgmental child, and I was like, "Wow, ok, this kinda *****," so, uh, yeah.
Sketcher Oct 2018
You want to love, and you want to die,
You think you are above all the lies,
You can perceive with the greatest of eyes,
You know your path and you can't deny,
That your end is nearing, it's close by,
Today you will end it all, so you cry,
You put on a white suit and black tie,
You want to feel something one last time,
You take out a knife and cut deep in your thigh,
******, but ready to go off to school,
Leaving the knife, bringing a gun as your tool,
The scenery changed, and the weather is cool,
The colors all blend and the sounds interlude,
Your vision is blurry and gray like your mood,
You quickly notice that the barrel protrudes,
You hide it better before you are pursued,
By one of those stupid law keeping dudes,
That would destroy your destiny, how rude,
Entering school as an intelligent senior,
Always showing a quiet, somber demeanor,
Looking oddly fancy today, a lot cleaner,
Eyeing down some guys that look a whole lot meaner,
Waiting thirty minutes till' she arrives, you're eager,
To carry out your plan, you are today's grim reaper,
Sitting anxious at a table, a nervous creeper,
Ready to attack janitors or the grounds keeper,
Chattering and a message over the loud speaker,
All sounds blend together, the whispers and the shouts,
Waiting for what seems like ages, you have your doubts,
You think she might just not come to school and you pout,
While other kids show off their Gucci, Supreme clout,
See her walk in and your sweating, but sturdy and stout,
Your stomach is the famine, your mouth is the drought,
You walk up to her to show her what your about,
Thoughts can't be contemplated, and words can't be spout,
So, you press against her lips as you blow your brains out.
Morgan Mercury Oct 2018
Sorry if I'm quiet.
Sorry, I'm just not sure what to say,
but I hope you stick around because I love your company.
I understand if you have other plans.
Just know I'm here too.
In the back, alone, observing my surroundings.
Overthinking every little thing about everything
I'm too shy of saying.

Sorry if I'm not enough for you,
but baby, just trust me and stick around.
Let me warm up.
Let me get comfortable.
Let me sink in.
Then you will truly see my soul and all that I can give.

But I understand if patience is not your cup of tea,
and I'm not enough for you.
That's okay I'll just sit here and watch you leave.
I'll just sit back alone and watch you disappear into the arms of someone else.
Someone who is as bright as the sun
and someone exciting as a storm.
Don't mind me, I can keep myself warm.
For I have survived so many winters alone.
2018
Xaela San Oct 2018
Winking, winking- I like you
But you won't know because you're not looking at me
You're looking at her smile in the middle of the room
When all the while I'm just here always winking
By your side, smiling, winking wanting to catch your eye
Like an idiot, slowly losing her control
Because she doesn't have
neither confidence nor courage to say hello.
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Sueño Oct 2018
Wow
What a day
You’re such a beautiful force
My hands froze but they’re so warm
I’m nervous and you know it
I’m willing to go for it
But I can’t
I’m struck
By the feeling of your touch
I tried but was skiddish
You call me out on my intentions
You try to make me feel okay
We laugh and smoked the night away.  
I rather not tell
The reasons why I’m glossed
The reason my head is all fog
I’d rather not pour my heart out again
I’d rather much reside in a friend
But I did what I came to do
And that’s be with you
Your next level sense of awareness
Is something new .
But it’s also your downfall,
Your blunt approach
Surprisingly effective
You’re just like me
But more collected
You’re attentiveness
More selected.
I was shy
You have me shook
You sat there and read me
Like a book
shayna Oct 2018
hurts. to feel alone in a class
that's crowded / loud. when the
teacher comes and asks you
why you're sitting alone in a
swarm of students, you say
'there was no space, it's okay.'
you keep telling lies.
you don't trust yourself
enough not to cry, so you don't
open your mouth at all.
best that way / mistaken for shy.
hi!! thanks for stopping by this poem. i'm new to poetry & hepo, so any feedback (constructive criticism preferably) is appreciated:)
Alexis Oct 2018
My name drips perfectly off your tongue,
sweet like my morning coffee.

And when your eyes meet mine,
I see an electric ocean skyline
almost as beautiful as the rest of you.

Alluring like a siren's song
when you say "I love you."
Anya Oct 2018
Shy
Sometimes,
Poetry is easier
Than socializing

Because in poetry
One can get it all out
In one go,
Without being
Hindered by
Social
Anxiety

Then,
People get to comment
Without being
Unable to listen to the whole story
You’re
Too
Shy
To
Finish
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