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I
loathe
fighting with
my entire being.
Maybe because I have
never really been in a fight
just observed my parents, my
friends, everyone around me and
watched as the tension built and built
and built making me feel as small as a child
and as powerless too. People don’t understand
the consequences of their actions, I don’t understand
people. But, I understand fights. Words are like slingshots
catapulting friendships into dangerous territories the words you
say sometimes you mean them, sometimes you don’t and it’s the
words you mean that are the worst. Those are the words you can’t
take back.  And what I understand about fights taught me this. A fight
is like a symphony it builds and builds until its deafeningly loud, and then
its quiet, and there is nothing left leaving its audience unbearably sad and at a
loss.
I wrote this poem for a class when I was asked to write about tension. My teacher hated it but I hope you like it.
You played with the chemistry we had,
I know,
All the tension you created,
For me to tingle (in fear) in hope
You would make a move on me

I breathed "I need you to move away from me"
You said
Make me
I laughed "I could show you but I would have to **** you"
You said
Oh, really?
I confessed "I could never get enough of you"
You said
Is that so?
I whispered "I could spend the rest of my days with you"
You said
Prove it

You said "I will show how to make you fall in love"
I said
Wanna bet?
I said "I will show you what it feels like to be loved"
You said
Wanna bet?

I won.

**So why does it feel like I lost everything?
I have to start all over again
Meagan Jan 2013
~ Confusion consumes all five senses
   This new world, what experiences await?
~ Is no one affected by my new presence?
   Aimlessly searching for where I belong
~ Unaware of these faces, their eyes focused curiously
   Ignoring every single iris judgment
~ This new place, these emotions increasing furiously
   Hoping something appears, to cease all tension
~ The first step in this new world, is simply commotion
   Something changes with the new day; new light, new hope
~ Our first interaction, the butterflies appear instantly
   Mid conversation, I can't help but smile
~ A rush of happiness, this is just the beginning
   Alone at last, at least for a little while
~ Time disappears, as I lay with you simply grinning
   My heart starts racing, I can't control it anymore
~ As time carries on, my heart feels restored
   To trust again, laugh again, love again
~ Expressing the inner me, not as hard as I imagined
   Something about him, everything feels right
~ I need some time, to sort out the confusion
   He patiently waits, until that beautiful night
~ I don't want to wait anymore, I still have butterflies
   Finally he's mine, no confusion, no lies
~ Perfection and passion, from one life changing kiss
   This is beautiful, so safe and my favorite bliss
~Meagan Williams
  1.15.13
The story of entering a new world, and to be saved by true love.
Zead Aug 2014
Ohh the shattered vase of your heart
And the colors that refract
You are my lsd
You are my water
Quite tainted water
I stopped drinking from you a long time ago
But I still haven’t recovered
I want to love you
But I simply can’t live in reality’s lie
Your quest is ignoring the conclusion
That there is no foundation in your ways

I’d make you feel how you would do
But I know that my eyes were a gift from God
As they are slowly blinding down
I know that my sight isn’t true for me
like yours
once tools used in vanity

Ohhhh imaginary mizpah
My delusional YUGEN
Incessant love and fear under tamed pain
******* the harlot out of me

I can’t tell you enough
It’s foolsgold
Please love
No gender will be it seems in the gates of Heaven
And every emotion more magical than any tongue

Be the painter of with-in-side your veins
And craft from what you create-not destry
I envied, you Were my world
But don’t envy the world
Whatever yours is
It’s just us in the midst of spirit D-DAY

I hate writing songs for you
It makes them old and die
Too weak to say no
For your granted *** sake

Please forsake your ways ------ ---
I need you to ******* become sane

Be stubborn now be broken later
Get broken now and become what matters.
I know what you want
Fantasia is your middle name
But reality has another story
And when you realize
That your mind is limited
But can see beyond it
Then you can care less about all of the things that mattered to you
Klara Aug 2014
your fingers are like
matches
setting every piece of skin
they touch
on fire

burning all the bad
words ever said
making me believe
the words your movements
express
beautiful

it is weird to feel something
i have never felt before
i discover nerve endings
i never even thought
existed
but your fingers
find them
beautiful

our bodies
fit perfectly
as if your hands
formed me to fit yours
mashing together as one
beautiful

i feel it at every piece of skin
your hands skimmed
i feel
*beautiful
this has nothing personal to it I just wanted to try to put myself in someone else's shoes and this is what came out of it
The scratched iron cooking ***
full of my mom's beliefs
hit the floor,
spilling its spoiled contents
onto the scratched hardwood.
In a firm tone, the word rolled off my tongue.
**"Enough."
Mom, I am not you. I will not live according to your desires. You can't force me to stay here, so I won't. This poem speaks of a clash between my liberal and my mom's conservative beliefs.
Swetank Modi Jul 2014
I fall in love  with dynamics.
I am intrigued by chemistries.
But people, in their own right,
Have never stolen the breath from me.

The interaction between one person and another
Can entertain me for days, weeks, months
To see how their dynamic works, how it functions
In every and every situation, at least once.

Dynamic is not something everyone has
Chemistry is not ensured from birth or at all
Thus when I see it, positive or negative,
It grips me, holds me, keeps me under its thrall.

I do not fall in love with people.
It is a fact I've come to accept.
People have never inspired adoration, no,
I fall in love with dynamics.
jaz Jul 2014
He saw tesellations. I drew scribbled lines.
i once saw an activity for writers on the internet to create tension using only two sentences. this is what i came up with
Zead Jul 2014
the things I wanna see
the things I wanna be
the fragrance and what seems to appear
when my mind creates what isn't there
just look away and feel no despair
i'll never be anything to "you"
no that I know you, I actually have no clue

and my mind will rot away,
discovering more to know less
what I dine for is never sane
at least for you, your at one point quenched
but for me, the drive is from getting lost
I always thirst for more

out of ignorance once I bore
a cup of sand I once held
the gratitude I had was hidden from my conscience
but one day I stumbled upon a beach
the sand in my hand
no longer the same for me
I tried dropping the sand into its place
I observed a rejection of tension
I switched what was in my cup
I couldn't bear no more
I need a sand box
I need more
even if I owned one though
it could only be no more to me
this pattern of reality
it crinkles me as I can't live without it
how can I explain? only what I wrote while chilling in a coffee house above can hopefully connect with you. if not-then i'm sorry for your waste of time. I go deep. either it's a vague piece of garbage or one can somehow relate
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