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V3NUS Jan 13
"he probably did it because he liked you"
no ****
but that's no excuse
he should've just told me
maybe
even though I don't like guys
we could've been friends
but no
he had to take it too far
because he didn't want to take no as an answer
so don't give that *******
he ****** up
and he knows it
the kid who sexually harassed me told his mom I reported him and she tried to defend him
V3NUS Jan 13
sometimes I really hate your guts
"Is Rosie hanging out with them now?"
"is she one of them"
what the **** does that mean

you're lucky i'm scared of confrontation
otherwise I would have left you in 4th grade
when you ghosted Kai because she dared to have another friend
when you ignored me and Rowan because you got in trouble with your parents and we had the nerve to be there
why did I have to apologize then?
why did I have to be the messager between you and Kai?

"What will I do when you've moved"
I know you say that
but do you really mean it?

Do you talk behind my back just like you talk behind Rosie's?
"Why is Ahalya hanging out with them, is she one of them?"
"Ahalya thinks i'm mad at her"
"She follows me around all the time, she's so annoying"

i'm not even sure I want to be your friend anymore
Skye has been my friend since first grade. She's the "Excuse me, she asked for no pickles" type of girl and I'm the type of girl who stands behind her and smiles awkwardly. But now that I've started hanging out with other people and distanced myself from her a little, I've realized she's a massive *****. Like, all she does when we hang out is talk **** about her FRIENDS and scroll through Tiktok.
Nemusa Jan 13
When the voice rises,
sharp and serrated,
I am cast backward—
a child again,
small as a thumbprint.

The air thickens,
pressing against my chest,
stealing my breath
in shallow gulps.

I cannot find words—
they scatter like frightened birds,
trapped in the cage of my throat.
Every syllable burns,
a potential betrayal.

The slap is phantom,
but real enough to sting.
Misunderstanding hangs,
a shadow over my skin,
waiting to pounce.

My limbs fold inward—
knees to chest,
arms to ribs.
The walls creep closer,
a conspiratorial hush,
a sudden need to vanish.

I long to run,
to dissolve into the cracks,
to silence the echoes
that still call me weak,
that still call me wrong.
There is a prominent regression in me when I hear screaming, takes me back to childhood helplessness.
Two days of parents day so I'm working from home, ps I'm the teacher not the student.
Jay Lewis Jan 8
Please stop sending
the late night texts.
When your feeling lonely
And your binge-drinking in bed.

Please stop sending
Us these strange images.
When your feeling h*rny
And your thinking that he’s into it.

This obsession
isn’t healthy,
Let me help you
understand.

He doesn’t love you,
like you want him to.
Because he sees you
as a friend.

So don’t you think
that your bad habit
should come to an end?
Jay Lewis Jan 8
Does it make you feel good?
When your digesting me.
Just so your mouth,
Has some gossip to speak.
The creature, it was an unhealthy being.
My contempt for that species has grown
we are of the same skin, or similar at least,
the same skin, or tone rather.
Analogous cultures.
But, reflections of my ancestors - the divine queens
this species, in particular, could never stand as such.

I had spent the latter portion of this moon-cycle trying to liberate that obese harpy of her injured soul.
Succubus, allowing lower dogs to penetrate her corrupted *****.
That demon believed that she could diminish me with her wasted ****,
but, the universe fortified my soul once, a millennia ago.

Devil!
You shall not tempt me!
I have been blessed, sanctified, under truth too long!
Your disastrous allure will succeed solely upon simple fools
I am a sentient being
sent to resist your immoral carnality
you have expressed your wicked tongue
vicious verbiage that dissected me
a betrayal to my soul
a betrayal
because of who I believed you were.
It was painful of how I was torn from you
you must be held accountable
therefore, my father shall cast fire upon you.

Your species must die!
I’ve prayed to my creators, with the intensity of my tears formulating rivers
I’ve inquired, with a rhythmic melancholic melody, “creator, why has that ***** been allowed to best me?”
I have broken myself upon those feared steps
my amorous heart was established beyond the gates of my temporal temple
but oh, how I plead, that those emotional doors remain closed.
She smiled at me, sinisterly, through a unique masquerade
unbeknownst to me, my affections bolstered by my loneliness, what insidious fiend she would successfully hide.
“ Creator, could you deliver an angel to me?
One who is certainly the truth of the light she speaks?”
I have experienced the deception of the sultry devils  
I have dealt with them long enough
heartless behemoths that persist in crushing me
I am worn down.
“If I expose all that I am onto your angel will she reciprocate my love?
If I have walked miles for her, would she fail to recollect the steps we have taken together?
Will the memories that she and I create evaporate, consequently, following the application of debaucheries prompting her to desire the sensual sensations initiated by another phallus?
Could my truest affections for her be considered when we, under moonlight, kiss?”
Reviewing all of this I must ask what has happened to the values that established the loving kingdoms of kings and queens?”

I ponder a new lady.
My mind discerning the hesitation of my heart to pursue such presumed bliss
my spirit is vigilant
the mind shall decide lest hearts passionately collide
the physical body is of no consequence.
Let it, please, not be her ****** that she, ignorantly, offers
if I shall prostrate myself, vehemently, before her, my dedication to her being blatant
will she remain with me always?

I have toiled under my desire to, “shake off” the soil
the soiled presences of harlots that I have foolishly seduced within that suppressed era of my youth
the constant breaking of my heart hath led me back to you,
back to her, the harpy.
I pledge, out loud, towards the heavens, that I no longer desire the flesh!
I plead, “that if she must be,
then, may she reflect me,
and, emulating the heavens, shall she, certainly, be a reflection of you?!”
Lumin Guerrero Dec 2024
Bodega cats
R&B
Make-up

Names of endearment
Cheek kisses
Intimate touches

Flinching
Death threats
Scars

Love
Hate
Hurt
She hurt me so much and yet she still has the nerve to call me her "love" and "baby" and kiss me
And my heart still has the nerve to miss her
Jonah Singleton Dec 2024
My heart has not been broken, no,
instead
it has been obliterated tremendously.

The people of my mothers
their sons and daughters, those who I would have thought were close to me
if I were to ponder, I would wonder of them constantly
my peers
my associates
my loved ones
even my enemies.

Oh!
Artist of this universe
architect of my tortured soul
if I were to humble myself further, would loving hands comfort me?
If I continued to give from my own energy, expendable
will the softest voices whisper to me - essentially, without an audience, keep me company?

Where is heaven from here?
I have been told of a goddess,
who I have yet to encounter,
who I have yet to know closely,
and still,
she has already placed steps within my dreams
wherever her divine feet would land flowers would bloom suddenly, and excitedly
floating, the angelic she
her essence is represented by a hue of light that radiates, a regal shine.

Eventually,
her beauty, it has been revealed to me within this reality,
eventually,
will she deliver me?
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