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Jonathan Nouse Apr 2018
Would you come to my funeral?
Would you be dressed in all black crying over me?
Would you have any regrets?
Would you wish youd done something sooner?
Would you mourn over me?
Would you even notice I was gone?
Would you even care?
Should I even ask?
do I dare?
If I were to die tomorrow
Would you even care?
Wrote this one in hopes someone wouldsee it. But i dont think she cares
Nade V Apr 2018
I;m constantly high.
I want more but don;t want to buy it.
I wait all day to get just one little bit.
It comes in so many forms; I;m so addicted.
There;s nothing like it in it;s pure form.

But there's only one problem.
There's only one dealer.

And it;s none other than You.
Nade V Apr 2018
As a missing hat or an
Empty plate there is
Always musts such as the wine of
The heart after her.

As one follows two and as
I count down to the moments that
I am no longer blind
I realize that I am speaking with my hands and feeling with my chest as
The letters come together to
Spell the fate in the blue skies when
Just as I expect, the sentence is completed.
The chapter is done.
But the book is just beginning.
This atheistic, intelligent, liberal minded
     nonestablishmentarian
     christened Matthew
Scott Harris, haint gotta clue,

     how bias, discrimination,
     prejudice didst brew
within me noggin admitting to myself,
     (that though tolerant

     towards most other people)
     amidst variegated hue
mankind cutting crew,
I can not wholeheartedly dislodge un argue

ably the stubborn presence
     of disagreeably unwanted notions,
     an effort quite few
     till to expunge, though not clearly

     delineated against gentile nor Jew
the latter encompassing
     my genealogical lineage
     (as ye probably knew)

though acute awareness exists
     that objectionable thoughts
     towards others coalesced and grew,
sans initial aural, sensational,

     and visual perceptions did ensue
from nearly imperceptible
     germinal, ephemeral, and casual
     brief interactions, thy amygdala and,

     posterior cingulate cortex
     (PCC) instantaneously drew
     nearly nsync with a single blink
     of thine myopic left or right human eye

     (which average duration 0.1 to 0.4 seconds,
     or 100 to 400 milliseconds)
     forged an unconscious initial mount'n view
clocked in at 100 milliseconds

     or 328.0839895013123 feet per second
pointing asper an expert mason
     hermetically sealing a psychic impression
     ala mortise and tenon

     amalgamated conglomerate
     enterprise glommed zoo
wool logical imprimatur difficult,
     but not impossible loo
sin and/or completely dislodge
     neurological hullabaloo.
EU EU Apr 2018
I don't know what I'm feeling
I don't know why I'm crying
Just laying down all day
Wondering if this is pain

Always wanting to sleep
Then wanting not to wake up
Because of everything happening
That makes me feel like I'm nothing

So can someone give an answer and help me
Help me figure out what's in my mind
Because I don't know how long I can stand this
I feel like I'm leaving everything behind

I don't know what's inside my head
That makes me cry and makes me start to lose my breath
The cycle doesn't stop repeating
It's so hard I wish my heart would stop beating
Nayana Nair Apr 2018
There is a sleep so light
that it rests upon my brow
ever so careful no to slip into my eyes
and I hear its laughter
on my thoughts that have no meaning
or reason
And when it notices
my tears
it takes pity on me
and holds my eyelids down
with the weight of its love
That’s how morning comes
and finds me,
clinging to the sleep,
clinging to the life,
that will soon leave me.
Selena WH Jul 2018
You are beautiful.

It doesn't matter if you are fat or thin,
You're still beautiful.

It doesn't matter if you are tall or short,
You're still beautiful.

It doesn't matter if you are dark or light,
You're still beautiful.

It doesn't matter if you have scars or birthmarks,
You're still beautiful.

It doesn't matter if you are an introvert or extrovert,
You're still beautiful.

It doesn't matter if you are gay, lesbian, bisexual or trans,
You're still beautiful.

It doesn't matter if you suffer from
Mental disorders,
You're still beautiful.

It doesn't matter if you wear glasses or not,
You're still beautiful.

It doesn't matter if you are rich or poor,
You're still beautiful.

You may have flaws,
But that's what makes you whole.

And to me,
You'll always be beautiful.
Every single one of you is freaking precious, and you're each beautiful in your own individual way. I don't care what you say, you will be forever beautiful to me.
Midnight Apr 2018
oh this is fun
one and done
it means nothing
just an inner warmth
you tease me
and i tease you
how talented we are
making each other
feel so special
we have no intention
of taking it further
to bed or to alter
but rather
we found a way
to pass the time
and pass the time
we shall
(alternately titled: Zayda born April 9th, 1929)

e'er since his birth,
     his daring do didst not abate
the penultimate most spectacular
     concrete incontestable product

     constituting biological offspring  
     developing, fashioning,
     and incubating gene nee us,
     he unwittingly didst create

encoded whence he got conceived
     approximately begat circa
     July nineteen twenty eight,
and hence upon April ninth

     two thousand and eighteen
     cometh denoting exceptional great
ness among kith and kin innate
awareness to take stock and celebrate,

how a series of fortunate events
     commencing with a date
to Harriet Kuritsky
     (at that time, yet to pledge her troth)

     accepting storied handsome fellow,
     whose constitution sturdy as "forest" timber    
     (definition of groom) to be lawfully wedded wife...
     until death do them part)

     unwittingly marriage didst emancipate
my mother, who met a awful, cruel
     and terminal undeserving fate,
which tortured demise, the grim reaper

     gladly, gleefully, and glibly
     held her steadfast
     thru death decreed grate
a permanent life sentence,
     she vehemently did hate

and fiercely fought tooth and nail
     (unimaginable to me,
     thee sole son), how
     agonizingly bitterly clearly irate

such suffering wrenched, wrought, wrung
August marriage permanently
     cleft by malicious, nefarious,
     and opprobrious tongue

no heroic measures,
     only lamentation slung
upon the livingsocial clinging,
     where grief rung

every last ounce,
     though thru each passing year
thy mum gone thirteen orbitz
     round the sun, that shear
ring raw emotion
     still persists in concert with lear
ring grimace of deathly hallows, 'ere

obstinate heart ache lessened now
since papa found bliss
     in which to steer the prow
of his four score and nine

     aged ship of state row
wing (or more or less peacefully drifting)
     berthed in consonant with vow
wills - a staunch spirit does wow!
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