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James Alai Feb 2016
Have you ever felt alone?
Like you are the only one in a crowded room?
You have hopes and dreams tucked away,
in a safe deep inside. And you just stand there and vegetate.
You hide in the corner and sip your drink
while everyone converses about stupid things.
There is a girl who looks at you.
Maybe she is the one you dream about,
the one who can open that safe and let it all spill out.
Your eyes meet. She is everything you need.
But you look down and bite your lazy tongue.
Because you are lonely. Because you are no fun
The walls close in on you.
What did you do?
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
Beinghonest Feb 2016
"Home is where the heart is",
So... Ummm... My home are her hands?
Just playing around with the saying...
Because I gave a girl my heart, does that mean my home are hands?

-just being honest
M Feb 2016
Every time I see men in uniform
I'm reminded of how you threw your life away
Willed yourself a killing storm
Leaving me with nothing to say

I believe in reincarnation
Someone will pick your soul out
Of the trash filled mountain, making of you a new creation
And I hope- no. I know without a doubt

You will be a flea.
mj Feb 2016
you
hearing your songs about her
rips at parts of my brain
I am suppose to be okay
I know that you don't see me
the way you see her
but I'll keep thinking maybe your heart will change
and like patterns I trace down my thighs
with open eyes I see where you lie
and I will never get why
I never tried to find a way to be  
with you
the way you want to be
with her
feeling things are completely out of your control and while he is writing about her I am writing about him and I know how he hurts because the words are wounds that bend and break the parts of my thoughts that I thought would stay to keep me sane
Rachel Dyer Feb 2016
Come home when you are heartbroken
And please god let me be your home
I will never lock the door on you
This heart of mine will always be warm, wherever I may roam.
No matter how many times you've hurt me
Or how many times I've screamed
No matter how many times we lied and cursed and sent each other packing, with your toothbrush and my comb.
Come home when you are heartbroken
And please god let me be your home.
The love of my life, the one who has hurt me the most, came back into my life following his most recent break-up. While people say we should leave each other behind forever, it would seem to me that that is not how love works, even if we know we can't be together.
AM Jan 2016
you would have been holding me
to sleep tonight in your orange room
if what Jeremy Passion said in his song
were truly meant for me
You said it's going to be awhile, but you know something will happen,
You stupid little boy.
I don't want a relationship, not because I want to wait for you,
But, it's because I prefer my whiskey and kids' toys.

You obviously know your relationship won't last, though.
That's pretty sad, knowing you'll come back to me.
You're pretty pitiful,
But, I don't give you up because you're like a true lover and family.

It's going to be awhile, is that what you said?
That must mean your love for her is already dead,
If you're dating her, knowing you two will come to an unfortunate end.
But, I don't care because I have my whiskey and toys,

You know that it isn't going to last,
And you say it like you'll be coming back to me. That's pretty stupid,
Practically infidelity,
But, in a more heart wrenching package for that pitiful unloved soul, that you call your girlfriend.

But, you see, I won't be waiting for you,
Because I'm married to my whiskey.
©LogenMichel copyright 2016
Brent Kincaid Jan 2016
I love Twinkies,
The sweet food, not the guys.
I love how they taste
And ignore the chubby thighs.
Gedunk.

I really dig pizza,
The kind covered with stuff
I eat it every day.
I just can’t get enough.
Gedunk.

Ice cream is great
I can eat it by the tub
And then I look like one
A human tub, there’s the rub.
Gedunk

It’s a US Navy word
For tasty stuff I like to eat;
Anything high sugar
Low food value and very sweet.
Gedunk.

The kind of stuff I like
When I’m at the movies.
Sweet, greasy or salty.
Sometimes even hyper meaty.
Gedunk.

Food value no need,
Just something to munch.
Nutrition and such
Just leave that for lunch.
Gedunk.

The same with politics
I usually kind of go along.
If the issues are annoying
Well that’s just wrong.
Gedunk.

I want someone who talks
About stuff that’s easy to hear.
Like football, and sports.
Politics doesn’t go with beer.
Gedunk.

I want to hear simple things
Like blaming others for what’s wrong.
See? I just vote my gut
And kind of just go along.
Gedunk.
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