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Chloe Dec 2017
There was a somber sky.
and when I thought I felt a raindrop pounce on my arms,
I was sorely mistaken.

You hovered above me, stout defense in your eyes,
rounded fists and lips sealed.

I wanted to be sorry.

Your tears slithered down my arms,
my palms caught them,
and back onto your shirt they went.

"I could never be more sorry.
I could never feel worse.
I could never understand why I did this. "

Why don’t you give it a shot?

Imagine the hunting knife tucked neatly under your pillow,
drives a hole in your heart.
Imagine your throat swollen from sickness,
And someone asks you to swallow nails for dinner.
Try thinking about jumping off a cliff and landing on some rocks.

You could never, right?

Then why did it seem okay to do it to me?
Do you know how hard it is to scrub heartbreak out of the carpet?
Atoosa Dec 2017
It ended sadly
He married some other girl
Good girls finish last
Dolly Balou Dec 2017
What is fair?
It is a simple question.
I never really knew what was fair and what wasn't.

Do what you are told.

As a child one continues on, no matter the circumstances.
Do they question the fairness of what they're exposed?

No.

It is only upon reflection that one feels the indignation that they endured.
More often than not, the suffering at the hands of another.

Is this fair?

Pent up anger, so suppressed it causes physical disease.
Passive annoyance, felt, but never spoken.

What is one to do when this is their reality?

How can one unleash the pain of indignation?

Who determines what is fair and unjust?

These are questions which are difficult to answer, therefore, remain rhetorical.

For sometimes an answer in the spoken form, is never enough.
Nor is an apology.
renniedreams Nov 2017
I love girls
I love how they twirl
I love their silky long hair
I love their graceful air

I love how social they are
I love how they look from afar
I love the cute frilly dresses they wear
I love how much for each other they care

I love their petite frames
I love their cutesy names
I love how their maturity
I love how they give a sense of security

I want to be like them
I want to be one of them
I want to feel loved
I want to be cutely dressed

I am a boy however
I am unable to change myself
I am actually able to, but
I am unable to return if I do

I feel indignant that 'boys never grow up'
I feel wrong for wanting to be a girl
I feel disgusted whenever I put on a dress
I feel like, I belong yet I don't

I'm (a) trap[ped]

I will remain as my original self
I will dress up on occasion
I will always not want to fully change
I will always do, whatever the hell I want
I wish I was a girl sometimes, but I don't want to give up what I already have forever...  Also subtle anime reference with 'traps'
Alice Nov 2017
with regard to those who believe time has let us down,
it is not our fault that we expected more in life than the
simple basic pay that we force ourselves to earn,
that only a minimal few get more than £4 an hour
and earn a million in a day
they take and they take and we give our all,
to a job that will eventually fire us, retire us and
dig our grave, all to provide ourselves
with a mortgage and a tax paying wage
that some of us can never afford,
and we **** ourselves because of debt and
we stare at our kids with resentment because
they’re
dream killers
but they’re a social norm, and if you don’t fit in
you don’t make it
social darwinism,
liberalism
conservatism,
socialists, Marxists, communists,
left wing advocates,
the ones the poor ‘take advantage’ of because
we believe people deserve the best chance in life,
and unless you’re incredibly lucky and
you’re born at the top
you are bred with that chance,
and the rest of us are at the bottom because
meritocracy
doesn’t
exist
it never will because those  
who believe they’re better,
the elite-born
who’re at the top come from the brightest schools,
the most expensive and they gave them
confidence and money
something we don’t own being in the northern region of a
divided country
and your prime minister killed our jobs and i find it funny that
people still vote for your two faced, pragmatic party
you haven’t been remotely interested in us since
Disraeli, but even he tried to help us selfishly
the working class,
the proletariat
is divided because of the lies you feed us
through the media,
you honestly think you’re superior
and you are
but you ignore poverty and you accept inequality
and society isn’t like a human body
because if it worked
this wouldn’t exist, this divided society that you
don’t even acknowledge because why would you
when you have enough money and power
and overall glory that you have been smothered in
your whole life whereas we have
seen what your policies achieve
and you try to buy us off with basic low wages and
give starving people benefits which take ages
to come through
and you don’t care when they die because
they weren’t employed,
didn’t belong in this capitalist economy,
which you gladly enjoy,
while we sit at the bottom in absolute despair,
that I don’t even know if we’re really aware
of the exploitation we are put through every single day
all to make enough money to pay
for the taxes you evade,
and i wish for the whole world there was something i could do,
because if i had any money,
i would share it with you.
i don't know if i got all the terminology correct, but i tried!
Vincent C Oct 2017
I find life unfair.
The world moves on without you-
Even when you're still.
Traditional haiku
Lara Oct 2017
I want to feel you
to touch your skin
to kiss your lips, neck, collarbone
to caress your moving chest
to cry on your shoulder
to make your face light up with your beautiful smile
to feel free in each others arms
I crave 
to your love

l.t.
unrequited love is the worst
The Admirer Sep 2017
Is it too hard to ask for people to be there?
You give and give, just wanting a tiny
bit of love once in a while,
Is that so selfish to say?
I wonder though.

Should I change?
Just be ruthless and demand.
Not caring about the other' s needs,
Be such a cruel person so I can be loved.
would that make me a bad person or like you?
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