#dump
Blow into my mind
I can taste
This wasted space
And so you go
And close the blinds
Push and sway
The sea in we
But it becomes
Shadowed over time
Clouded to whats right
Hindsight is telling me to fight
It also said
Not all you do is right
Dump it all on me
Can we relate
Does this take space
Inside my he/art
It turns to wine
But who knows
I do this
I do this all the time
But who knows
I do this all the time
In hell
I look into your eyes
Take a peek
When you speak
About the woes
The counter to your life
I need no strife
On the counter
Let me counter with a knife
Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 11:12 AM UTC
I'll go first,
Growing up, there was a huge emphasis on marriage in my community.
Everything I watched was about love, lust and relationships, this was all I consumed.
Later on in life, I began to crave affection and attention from many if not all the males in my life.
This lead me into a spiral of thinking that every male I had an interaction with was going to be my husband.
We listen and we don't judge...
Dec 2, 2024
Dec 2, 2024 at 3:43 PM UTC
The creases and curves
that guard the gate of heaven.
Revered be the bless'd grounds!
Jan 12, 2024
Jan 12, 2024 at 1:10 PM UTC
In the rose field
lush and blooming splendidly;
Be the cantaloupe.
Jan 12, 2024
Jan 12, 2024 at 12:49 PM UTC
Bathed in trauma, poured on you,
Blindly making excuses, I didn't have a clue,
Unintended harm was not my aim,
I swear, from my heart, that's the truth I claim.
Just give me a chance to prove I can change,
Don't turn away, let's break this estrange,
I've learned my lessons, I'm ready to grow,
I can transform, this I truly know.
Lost in the past, flipping photo albums' pages,
Seeking smiles, wondering through the ages,
But now I see the present with fresh eyes,
Fixing what's wrong, no more disguise.
A shared prison, unaware we both dwelled,
Failed to communicate, the stories we withheld,
I tried to speak of demons deep within,
Unaware they held me tight, drowning in their sin.
I plead for a chance, believe I can mend,
Break free from the covers, where the pain won't extend,
Yesterday's weight won't hold us down,
Together we'll rise, wearing courage as our crown.
Glimpsing photos, memories of distant travels,
Questioning why joy seemed to unravel,
But it's not about them, or what they comprehend,
Finding my worth, letting my true self ascend.
Losing my muse, an ache deep within,
Placing you on a pedestal, where love had once been,
Our best memories like a festival's delight,
But I clung too tightly, clouding our sight.
Hurting you, hurting myself, a tangled mess,
I thought I suffered more, but it was just a guess,
Overloaded with clichés, patched on our dark days,
Unaware I was the setup, before the closing phrase.
Keep donning your cape socks, a symbol of strength,
In the end, you shaped me, helping me find my true length
May 27, 2023
May 27, 2023 at 5:04 PM UTC
remembering
the day after
a date in the grasslands
where our necks
ached on earthy blankets
and legs mottled by sweet kisses
delivered from flies.
my god the
jealousy
that they had known intimacy
of the softness in the calves i took to
sleep that afternoon we met
filled the short
but beautiful
sunset
with melancholy.
maybe here you found
i held codependency quite closely.
so
you took me to one of those superstores
that sell
beds.
"i have a friend who's closing he always makes and double folds the quilt because it makes him feel like someone's mum."
you half shouted over
the motorway behind us- the demanding
yet
secondary conversation.
how
i wondered, did i end up here
- the boy i liked 6 months in -
laughing between
his downy hair and tap touchy fingers
now
so proudly leading the way
as his
friend, tired & mischievous
ushered us into the theatre
of infinite fractal bedspreads.
"hurry up so i can close to give you your privacy i'm going for a smoke."
spoken like any true
east London mum-
all ciggie ash
and true love.
i got to watch you work
which was flattering to say the least.
to stand beside
kings and queens
doubles and singles
being bent
dragged and persuaded
to your whimsy.
watching the curve of a bicep
seized up in delirious rearranging
- the muscles of the neck betray the youth of love-
until a masterpiece emerging
before us both
was realised.
"at least now we can cuddle without the bugs...or at the least these are bed ones?"
i remember
unwrapping the currently occupied smokers
carefully settled blankets like a first birthday
gift.
sliding under them,
with my shoes kicked away in eagerness.
your arms
not yet scarred with indecision
pull me closer till i forget to breathe....
**this is it.
the mattresses connected sheets and sheets and sheets of feeling and this is it at once to cover and unravel against the texture of the cushions the springs the feathers locked away this is it like the words i whispered through the skin of the pillow your arm not so much pinned as smothered below the crook of my neck and this is it all there is is the smell of us in this beautiful moment that latches me to the frame in my mind against my back with the weight of the future this is it the pressing pressing pressing at the touch of our palms the touch of our lips the distances we'll learn to walk alone or together or side by side but not able to look at the path we tread perpendicular to our hearts this is it this is it this is it it it**
....then i breathe.
Jul 7, 2022
Jul 7, 2022 at 10:59 AM UTC
Clean living is what you said you're doing.
Well in fact, you're just pretending.
Drinking this Johnny W with your close friends.
Who am I to stop you?
I'm just your friend or maybe just a colleague.
Passed out and tired,
I'm waiting for your reply.
Now I know I'm just somebody...
Somebody you can call nobody.
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 10:41 AM UTC
I'm thinking about you right now because I couldn't possibly think about anything else.
I'm in a black and white movie and I can hear all the clashing going on behind the scenes
There's loud chords that feel like they are being plucked on my heartstrings because I can see the vibrations moving all the way through me,
through the insulation of my army green jacket that you gave me in the summer.
And it's ridiculous to me how this little fly on the table has no idea what's going on, isn't a part of anything I'm experiencing.
Black and white movie with cold orange lights.
Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 12:39 AM UTC
just a little bit more, i said
looking at myself in health
but wonder now is it wealth
if the utter dregs
living now, too, never dead
living with no overhead
1:1 butter bread, just a little more
then i can ******* afford
that little bit more affordable
life extension business
which is it then, idiot,
social suicide or death by
getting left behind?
survival of the fittest? ****
then, i'm unfit as **** cheap,
fit to **** fit to ****** ****** fist
visions or is it not a dream?
deep as deep in the joke gets
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 10:33 PM UTC
Dear Donald, wait. strike that.
You cattle rustler in a black hat,
You cheated and you lied to us
On just about a daily basis.
You made a list of promises
Of what you would do for us
But you did the exact opposite
Meaning not a single word of it.
Half of us settled on you to be
The man with enough responsibility
To make our country great but yet
There wasn’t much wrong with it.
We can’t say that today, can we?
You and your cabinet detest reality.
You make claims and even worse
Most of what you say is in reverse.
Now you’re off kidnapping kids
With no shame for what you did.
You steal babies and fly them away
And charge voters a thousand a day!
And if that wasn’t far enough off track
You charge parents to get them back.
Then you insist someone else is to blame.
Ugly man, why no sense of shame?
You have taken our country down.
You went from an political clown
To an arch criminal like we’ve never seen.
For decades you smiled in glossy magazines.
Now you’re applauding dictators and
Your cabinet is a robber baron’s band.
You deserve to be put into a prison
If any of our lawmakers had wisdom.
So, this is your Dear Donald letter
Bad motor scooter, and a worse go-getter,
Telling you a ferocious goodbye.
Take it as a fact, and don’t lie.
If there is a bit of integrity remaining,
We’ll **** on you and tell you it’s raining.
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 12:50 PM UTC
time isn’t lost anymore,
no longer do I watch
the hands of the clock
waste away through a
film of sadness
in my melting eyes.
you have found me,
a me that I didn’t know
I still had.
the strength in your
eyes translates itself
into the tips of your fingers
and the trace of your lips
in the divots of my spine.
trace away the prayers
of previous mistakes
show me religion
through your infinite pulse
of grace and power.
my red runs through the blues
of you, as we become the veins
of our own universe.
voraciously consume me
in ways only stars consume
themselves.
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 4:32 PM UTC
why am i still crying over YOU
I dumped YOU
you weren't good for me
i want to stop please
i hate this
i hate you
please
im de spera te
i cant help it
i think about you
so much
too much
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 6:22 PM UTC
*******
There once was a man named Trump
Whose hair looked like a clump
A little bit plump
Never caught looking like a frump
He lived in a home that was no dump
It didn’t even need a sump pump
For some he was a pain in the ****
Yet you would never call him a schlump
Some thought he was a grump
Others said he was no chump
He did like to make people jump
Causing people’s throat to have a lump
Rules didn’t apply to him, no need for an ump
Even when his business was in a slump
Like most he did have the odd bump
For everyone runs into a slump
While there were those that did want him to flump
So along the way he could see a thump
Still others did relay you were a mump
I say so long old friend, Mr. T. Trump
Trump (Ted) 1925-2005
Andreas Simic©
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Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or
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Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 10:55 AM UTC
i'm pretty **** sure that i'm in love with you
and that's scary as hell,
i'm scared i'm going to lose you,
even though you say things to me,
you make it seem like you won't leave me,
but they always freaking leave me.
okay so we've only been together officially for a week
i've liked you for longer
and you've liked me longer
and this is so ******* scary
because last time i felt like this-
no last time i thought i felt like this it was
a disaster. but then, everything with you
is so refreshing and wonderful and perfect.
different. maybe my friend is right and it's just
because i've had bad taste in guys and you're
just legitimately good.
but there is nothing that's "just" anything about you.
everything about you is so so so so so (!!!)
so i'll keep this love in my chest for now, i guess.
*(but one day i'll say it and it'll be wonderful.
one day i'll say it
one day i'll say - )*
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 8:31 PM UTC
She crept up my veins,
And highjacked my heart,
Before dumping it.
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 1:48 PM UTC
through my tears
they cry,
for you.
i lost you a long time ago.
where do my tears think they are
going?
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 3:30 AM UTC
In the beginning she was your everything,
You promised and committed your love with a ring,
Her beautiful smile which you truly adored,
The body like a goddess from a place abroad,
Not sure if aware of her own beauty that burned,
But you as her man was to reassure and confirm,
You said you loved her but did not treat her well,
Did you think that she'd stay in your life of hell?
A blessing to me from the mistakes you've made,
I'll treasure her heart and she'll never get played.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 8:16 PM UTC
It's funny how you think the world revolves around you
You twirl that ***** finger and you, my notorious boy, are caught
Clearly you haven't gotten the message
You cannot toy with something that cannot be fixed
But you, you always liked breaking things that do not belong to you
Oh the joy it brings you
To crumple up the love letters, random inside jokes and sincerity
To dump it on her and pop the balloon that brings her down
You ignorant, arrogant, ******* ******** ******
Do you not understand when she tells you love is a dart game and she has given all her darts to test your trust
All you do is throw the darts blindfolded, knowing every part of her body, and realizing you have pinned her under your feet
Why would you do this, if she has poured the truth she could not hide from her love
Why would you be so blind to go forth and show her the hard way
That you are not the one
And even long after you're done, you go back to her, to see if her wound still burns from the salty tears that dripped from her worn out eyes
I would like to thank you for showing what love was
Because you were the perfect example of what it can never be
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 6:34 PM UTC
I thought I'd post a poem today
though i know not what about
but then i heard the little bird say
tweet tweet gibberish harmony pout
I look around at all the bad poetry
and sigh with such relief
I'm glad that my words of maple tree
are eloquent beyond belief
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 11:35 AM UTC
Remember that overused line
about how opposites attract
As if we were comparable
to the idea of magnets
where North and South linked each other
Meaning our bond was built like this,
where we knew we were different,
but still we wound up together.
But later on we figured out
that there was not much between us,
that we’re more same than different
If its true how the saying goes,
there would be no reason for me
to even think why we’re apart.
Because opposites do attract,
and we found out we’re more alike.
So maybe that's the answer why.
Why it felt like you were drifting,
slowly drifting away from me.
Because when it comes to magnets,
opposites do attract each other.
But then we weren’t opposites,
because we saw ourselves in each other.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
We said
It won't stop
But it's too late
I pressed the brakes
Threw away
Everything we gained
With all at stake
Out the window
No more crying
No more pain
All that we knew
All our beliefs
Tossed em out the trash
For my own relief
Yet I'm the one
Filled with sorrow at night
Rereading the letter
Thought I was making things right
How long will it take
To accept the end?
How will I view us
As just friends?
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC