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i think i might be destined to be alone mismatched attractions never aligned well, maybe aligned for a night but not much more than that and i do cherish the nights i have with others but afterwards i just feel lonely my heart yearns too much for things it cannot have i get jealous about things that arent mine and wont ever be i know my heart isnt destined to be with any singular person and i dont know if i will ever meet someone who understands and besides i have always been told (albeit, indirectly,) that i am unlovable undesirable at best; a means to an end sometimes it feels like as long as i can be useful to someone used by someone i would have some kind of purpose to fulfill and then maybe i could be worth something the reasonable part of my brain knows, obviously, that that is stupid but when someone tells me how good i have been while putting their hand against my skin i will lean into it every single time
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Dec 9, 2025
Dec 9, 2025 at 6:40 PM UTC
ballad of a lonely dog
For what once I finally thought would be an addition ended in an addiction. The eyes that glow when we walk into the room, The eyes that wander from across the room But no words spoken. And not because the blood isn't there The desire of the affairs, the heat of the bodies.. But no words spoken. The eyes still wander, the passion still lays, the hope for more and The heartbreak to know it won't But no words spoken.
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Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 11:32 PM UTC
Addiction
T'was never meant to be, Never meant to last, Mistakes yet again from the past You sing them like a tune From a time nearly forgotten My heart now decayed, rotten Through closed eyes I see a dark, distorted paradise Where perhaps they understand Where perhaps they accept it Accept me for who I am For what I am, alas, They do not, they cannot For I am what they shall never understand What they cannot stand, nor comprehend Every time they fall in love With little old me They cannot help but wish to keep me An indoor cat, they cannot trust Jealousy, jealousy, it's never pretty But I am not meant to be Trapped indoors all of my life I wish to roam, to be free To return and still love my home Even if it were more than one One can have more than one home And love them all the same; This they can never understand All well, I should have known In part, perhaps I did Merely waiting for the other shoe To finally drop Hit the floor Echo, and echo... - Jay M August 12th, 2022
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Aug 13, 2022
Aug 13, 2022 at 2:57 AM UTC
Not An Indoor Cat
I have a vision of my future one I’m not sure could ever come true A vision where the world won’t  judge the love I share with you A vision of my future where I could have the guts To hold your hand in public Hold each other on the bus I wish that I could find a place where I will not be shamed For gazing in your pretty eyes that lack in any pain I wish we could get married without hearing a complaint And no one thought twice of our lives and we were normal, plain But as we walk the sidewalk most people stare and gawk As though we are a freak show or evil they must stop I only want to love you Without living in fear I wish that I could say “I do” and keep my lovers near
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May 21, 2021
May 21, 2021 at 10:55 AM UTC
A Vision of My Future
what is it to be 40 twice the man, you were at twenty? four times the man, you were at ten? is it being wiser and having your means meet the end? finances sured up? with no need, for to be the miser a divorce or some perhaps a strong marriage polyamorous loves to your heart's desire addictions? vices? troubles stifling? death breathing down your neck to the thumping of your heartbeat beads of sweat, gather and run off your chest like your shoes on the concrete you are dying even while you're living and you know one day it'll be your last cause we only get so long and time goes fast a baby is born the next afternoon an old man is buried tomorrow could never come would you ever know it?
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Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 11:06 AM UTC
The Family's Behind Ya
I know I can't be everything to you But I can be something That something is the best thing It's the thing you'll love You'll love to have I don't want to be your everything I want to be a golden something The one thing you love And more of that one thing Is the everything I offer That one magic thing you want It's everything I am It's everything I want to be It's everything to be that one thing It's everything for me If I give you my everything I know I can be that something That beautiful thing That you need in your life It's my everything It's me
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May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 2:40 PM UTC
Everything
Yes, you are poliamorous Yes, your heart will break every time. But, I gave up fallin' in love 'cause it hurts, For I tend to stuck in my mind With a person I love
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Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 10:41 AM UTC
Not Poly
Why can't I just be happy with one? Why couldn't I have just fallen in love?
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Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 12:05 AM UTC
In Love
Commitment issues This again? Yes but this time these are my words Not the labels thrown at me by exes Like arrows attempting to pierce me into place I thought it was meant to trap me But I think they just wanted me to stop To think To really evaluate myself To see the truth Im afraid of commitment. When I've been told this in the past I read it with the understanding that Commitment issues meant I Just couldn't have or didn't want a relationship And that just couldn't be true I mean just check my track record No, see My having commitment issues Is rooted deeply within my past These problems originate in an exciting mix of Trust issues Abandonment issues And a variety of other traumas I am not afraid to enter relationships And I do not avoid love Actually, I am obsessed with finding love With being loved All the while trying to love another Thinking I'm succeeding While subtly sabotaging myself in the process When I was small I did not receive the respect and care Needed to show I was loved Though my parent said they cared They didn't protect me the way they should have I had to take care of myself Look out for myself Because I was the only one I could trust Anytime I got close to someone They'd either decide to leave Or get ripped away by outside forces I was alone a lot And not great at making friends With the abuse happening at one house And some solace found at the other I was constantly fluctuating between Hellhole and liberation All while trying to have a childhood And survive adolescence So when they say I have commitment issues They're probably right But not for the reasons they think Not because I'm polyamorous Not because I don't want to commit Not because I don't love and Not because of who I am as a person My issues come from a long line of Different abuses by people who Were supposed to protect me But didn't So if you think to judge me For the trouble I have with trusting you And trusting you won't hurt me Or decide to leave when I'm "too much" Understand that I did not choose to be like this I didn't choose the pain that led me to love In such a haphazard way But I am choosing to do something about it
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Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 8:48 AM UTC
Issues with "Commitment"
Commitment issues This again? Yes but this time these are my words Not the labels thrown at me by exes Like arrows attempting to pierce me into place I thought it was meant to trap me But I think they just wanted me to stop To think To really evaluate myself To see the truth Im afraid of commitment. When I've been told this in the past I read it with the understanding that Commitment issues meant I Just couldn't have or didn't want a relationship And that just couldn't be true I mean just check my track record No, see My having commitment issues Is rooted deeply within my past These problems originate in an exciting mix of Trust issues Abandonment issues And a variety of other traumas I am not afraid to enter relationships And I do not avoid love Actually, I am obsessed with finding love With being loved All the while trying to love another Thinking I'm succeeding While subtly sabotaging myself in the process When I was small I did not receive the respect and care Needed to show I was loved Though my parent said they cared They didn't protect me the way they should have I had to take care of myself Look out for myself Because I was the only one I could trust Anytime I got close to someone They'd either decide to leave Or get ripped away by outside forces I was alone a lot And not great at making friends With the abuse happening at one house And some solace found at the other I was constantly fluctuating between Hellhole and liberation All while trying to have a childhood And survive adolescence So when they say I have commitment issues They're probably right But not for the reasons they think Not because I'm polyamorous Not because I don't want to commit Not because I don't love and Not because of who I am as a person My issues come from a long line of Different abuses by people who Were supposed to protect me But didn't So if you think to judge me For the trouble I have with trusting you And trusting you won't hurt me Or decide to leave when I'm "too much" Understand that I did not choose to be like this I didn't choose the pain that led me to love In such a haphazard way But I am choosing to do something about it
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Free love is hard But I wouldn't be here If I didn't love you
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Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 6:04 PM UTC
I'm Here (14W)
I am constantly checking myself When problematic thoughts enter my mind Or negative feelings originate in The messed up ways I've been socialized to think I do not wish to own anyone or anything Yet sometimes possessive thoughts plague me I must remind myself that we are all only humans Trying to find our best route to happiness This one article stated that The hardest part of polyam relationships Lies in the negotiation between Your and your partners' needs So I must always remain on guard Because the jealousy and sadness coming from within Was bred by the broken systems we grew up in And redefining those is a part of my resistance Monogamy stems from the patriarchy And sexism lies within that Possessiveness and jealousy are not cute They only lead to blaming others for your own inconsistencies And I am a mess of inconsistencies
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Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
Polyamory Isn't Easy
"Commitment issues" Commitment: a designated set of time Issues: problems So I cannot, successfully, Designate an "appropriate" amount of time To a relationship Is that right? Keep in mind, These women enter my life And I tell them I don't believe in marriage And they say "that's ok" Until it's not. Maybe it's a comment I made Or maybe they forgot But something changes over time And I am not an object I am not some possession That people can lay claims to I am a human With ever-changing needs and desires With thoughts and feelings And my own perception of reality So maybe I get anxious when people Try to put some hold on me You chalk it up to commitment issues What if I just don't like feeling owned? What if I simply refuse To let anyone remove my autonomy? And what's even wrong with that? Who gets to decide what is an "Appropriate" amount of time? Oh, wait, That's "forever" right? Says who? Why should I continue to chase this Socially-constructed dream Of spending my entire life with one person If that's not what makes me happy? Trust me, I've tried for a long time And I could never seem to find A singular being Who I'd willingly spend eternity with If that even exists And until this point I've been unhappy most of my life Reflecting on my failed attempts at Happy monogamy I am finally happy now Free love is beautiful It has liberated my soul It has liberated my love And my sense of self For once I feel happy most days I am focusing on myself now Instead of pouring everything into another I'm growing more everyday And learning more about who I am But you just brush that off Saying my polyamorous identification Is a manifestation Of some fear of commitment It couldn't possibly be the real me It couldn't possibly be the way I feel happiest Because it's not the "normal" way to desire? It's not the logical form of love? Or it's just different Or it's just new And you rejecting it within me Means you aren't accepting me for who I am In this moment If that's the case Then I don't know who you're in love with Because this is who I am Whether you like it Or disagree with it Or not This is who I am And I'm so over Trying to validate Justify And explain myself Just because someone disagrees with my form of loving
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Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 11:45 PM UTC
I'm Polyamorous, Not Scared of Commitment
"Commitment issues" Commitment: a designated set of time Issues: problems So I cannot, successfully, Designate an "appropriate" amount of time To a relationship Is that right? Keep in mind, These women enter my life And I tell them I don't believe in marriage And they say "that's ok" Until it's not. Maybe it's a comment I made Or maybe they forgot But something changes over time And I am not an object I am not some possession That people can lay claims to I am a human With ever-changing needs and desires With thoughts and feelings And my own perception of reality So maybe I get anxious when people Try to put some hold on me You chalk it up to commitment issues What if I just don't like feeling owned? What if I simply refuse To let anyone remove my autonomy? And what's even wrong with that? Who gets to decide what is an "Appropriate" amount of time? Oh, wait, That's "forever" right? Says who? Why should I continue to chase this Socially-constructed dream Of spending my entire life with one person If that's not what makes me happy? Trust me, I've tried for a long time And I could never seem to find A singular being Who I'd willingly spend eternity with If that even exists And until this point I've been unhappy most of my life Reflecting on my failed attempts at Happy monogamy I am finally happy now Free love is beautiful It has liberated my soul It has liberated my love And my sense of self For once I feel happy most days I am focusing on myself now Instead of pouring everything into another I'm growing more everyday And learning more about who I am But you just brush that off Saying my polyamorous identification Is a manifestation Of some fear of commitment It couldn't possibly be the real me It couldn't possibly be the way I feel happiest Because it's not the "normal" way to desire? It's not the logical form of love? Or it's just different Or it's just new And you rejecting it within me Means you aren't accepting me for who I am In this moment If that's the case Then I don't know who you're in love with Because this is who I am Whether you like it Or disagree with it Or not This is who I am And I'm so over Trying to validate Justify And explain myself Just because someone disagrees with my form of loving
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I didn't lie to you Everything I said was true At least in that moment of time I told you back then Even if I believed in soulmates I don't believe in only one If I remember right You agreed Our feelings thrived through 5 years When we didn't say a word to each other That's definitely something special And I'm not saying my feelings have changed But my place in life has Yes I'm polyamorous But that's not why we didn't work Sure, maybe I could've tried harder But I felt trapped and couldn't breathe Even though we weren't close You needed me constantly Which was fine until the pressure caught up to me I'm not blaming you I was there for you 1000% at first Then I stopped trying so hard You thought I was giving all my attention to her She thought I was giving all my attention to you I should've been giving more attention to me Because life was killing me Working full time And trying to survive the semester Now add that to the balancing of two relationships Plus an ex who acted like Jekyll and Hyde Imagine trying to address The intense emotions you had Plus those of my ex And those of my other partner Let alone my own feelings throughout it all That's a lot to handle And yes I dug my own grave with it But I figured it'd be worth it in the end You seem to think that I'm some unstable person who Tears everyone down with me But, even in these last few months I've grown and changed so much And I'm finally learning how to make myself happy I stopped starving myself and joined a gym instead I am practicing mindfulness to understand myself and the world I learned how to talk myself down from my feelings I finally feel comfortable being myself Radical as **** but still sensitive I can finally exist alone and at peace As for believing in reconnection It's not just 'us' involved anymore That's where people seem to forget Both you and my ex seem to expect That I can't just make these decisions Without thinking too much about the others I understand why You'd hope my present relationship will fail But I've grown a lot as a person I've learned more about myself And what I want and need With her there is no co-dependence There's open communication There's honesty and transparency That doesn't mean it's 'better' I am not degrading ours in any way It does mean it's different though So how can I reenter a relationship That was definitely unhealthy in some ways After realizing what healthy means? Despite all of my love for you Despite how much I care We can't be more than friends right now Because anything else would hurt us both If our souls do meet in Whatever world exists next Then you can slap me silly But right now this is what's best
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Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 11:42 PM UTC
Your Soulless Soulmate
I didn't lie to you Everything I said was true At least in that moment of time I told you back then Even if I believed in soulmates I don't believe in only one If I remember right You agreed Our feelings thrived through 5 years When we didn't say a word to each other That's definitely something special And I'm not saying my feelings have changed But my place in life has Yes I'm polyamorous But that's not why we didn't work Sure, maybe I could've tried harder But I felt trapped and couldn't breathe Even though we weren't close You needed me constantly Which was fine until the pressure caught up to me I'm not blaming you I was there for you 1000% at first Then I stopped trying so hard You thought I was giving all my attention to her She thought I was giving all my attention to you I should've been giving more attention to me Because life was killing me Working full time And trying to survive the semester Now add that to the balancing of two relationships Plus an ex who acted like Jekyll and Hyde Imagine trying to address The intense emotions you had Plus those of my ex And those of my other partner Let alone my own feelings throughout it all That's a lot to handle And yes I dug my own grave with it But I figured it'd be worth it in the end You seem to think that I'm some unstable person who Tears everyone down with me But, even in these last few months I've grown and changed so much And I'm finally learning how to make myself happy I stopped starving myself and joined a gym instead I am practicing mindfulness to understand myself and the world I learned how to talk myself down from my feelings I finally feel comfortable being myself Radical as **** but still sensitive I can finally exist alone and at peace As for believing in reconnection It's not just 'us' involved anymore That's where people seem to forget Both you and my ex seem to expect That I can't just make these decisions Without thinking too much about the others I understand why You'd hope my present relationship will fail But I've grown a lot as a person I've learned more about myself And what I want and need With her there is no co-dependence There's open communication There's honesty and transparency That doesn't mean it's 'better' I am not degrading ours in any way It does mean it's different though So how can I reenter a relationship That was definitely unhealthy in some ways After realizing what healthy means? Despite all of my love for you Despite how much I care We can't be more than friends right now Because anything else would hurt us both If our souls do meet in Whatever world exists next Then you can slap me silly But right now this is what's best
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Nothing fancy Just little stuff. Using our real voices Not the shallow mockery To sing in the car. Confessing our crushes Honestly and gleefully Dreaming and scheming. Shoving our cold feet Under each others' warm butts With ice cream and SNL. Nobody's perfect (Least of all us) But we certainly have our moments.
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Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 8:41 PM UTC
Day 29: United
4/17/17 You ever wanna lick a lollipop? You ever wanna take turns licking the lollipop With your loved one? You ever wanna lick the lollipop at the same time But your loved one shoves the whole lollipop stick and all Down their throat Swallows it Asphixiates on the mere Concept Of ever having licked the lollipop in the first place Let alone the reality that you You, the love of their life, They, the victim of ultimatum Have both licked the lollipop? . . . Have You ever been the lollipop?
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Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 11:20 PM UTC
4/17/17 Lollipop
4/8/2017 Monogamous Cat Today I met a monogamous cat. I was twirling the keys to my Black Saturn Sauntering from my Clients home After making him breakfast And In the wide paved road sat a fluffy orange cat with a pink collar. Staring at me. I put my keys away and knelt down in the middle of the road. My red converse cracking a bit As I bend down to present my hand. The cat came over when I called Sniffed and let me pet her on the head, neck, and back Nuzzled into my Khaki pants I took this as a sign of friendship naturally, I went to rub this cats belly oh, boy, was that the wrong move. The messege was clear. I was not this kitty's owner, And she was having none of my **** She left my hand, more blood than skin I pet her on the head one last time to let her know We could still be friends. I shouldn't have been so forward. But how am I supposed to know a species notorious for hedonism produced a monogamous cat? I am greatful she knows her boundaries that she is comfortable cutting a man When he crosses them.
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Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 11:06 AM UTC
Monogamous Cat
Pick yourself up my kleintjie Your heart is in your eyes and your tummy is empty There's always home in our arms Always a bed to keep you warm My lover and I will keep you sane The others don't know, they don't understand, they aren't the same They all blame me for your possible demise But all I want is to hold you tight They push you with hard words and take no pity on your gentle soul We want you to be okay We understand We love you whole Chin up my kleintjies You are the two who fill the holes
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Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 9:02 PM UTC
Kleintjies In My Bed
He looks at me, and I look at her. Exchanged glances between passing seconds of meaningless stares dreaming of meaningful dances He holds me, and I touch her. Bashful brushes of skin to skin in public places with filled seclusion in a hovering grey He loves me, and I love her. Simple questions while known answers linger in stolen kisses in dreamt lust and lost seduction He has me, and I lost her. Stalking envy in new lovers and torn pictures reflecting golden rays from shining eyes and broken ties
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Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 2:55 PM UTC
Him and Her
when i was younger i was never able to pour my hands shook too much trembling with each thought each drink i attempted to serve would splash right out i put too much force, too much pressure or simply didn't give enough i'd shake the cup the spout change my mind on the direction flighty and afraid to give there were many stains in my childhood some never washed out. slowly i learned how to steady my hand my enthusiasm sparked over many glasses passed around to visitors a bartender with no cost i searched for myself in the midst of others in the missing hours in the scattered napkins i never stayed long enough to learn if they liked the drink eventually my arms grew weary all of the vessels heavy and solid they wore on my mind i had given too much it was only when i had stopped pouring drinks that another's lips asked for a sip with hesitation i poured a cup ... he did not drink instead we spoke while the ice melted into the glass finally he took a taste of the watered down basin i was sure he would spit it out we had waited too long and i didn't think it was good in the first place he looked up from his glass and i felt conscious of my freckles my crooked smile the way i laugh when i’m nervous i wanted nothing more than to melt away when he politely asked if i would pour him another cup as he had finished his and then that i knew that this cup was meant for him. we shared our drinks many times he poured me new and exciting tastes and i returned the favor there was always the right amount of sweet in the drinks he served happiness was found in the cabinet where our cups clinked together until the day i found myself waking up, stumbling around, and my cup had grown confused, unsure i poured his drink he sipped his morning coffee but there was some remaining when he left how could that be? i asked myself glancing around, expecting the sunlight to whisper me the answer i grabbed my cup and ran off not wanting to let the drink go to waste but not knowing what to do. through the street through the grass i wasn't sure what i was looking for when i saw them pass into my gaze they gestured me over the blanket beside them, a gesturing hello we spoke of the trees and souls and how one could fall in their sleep the wind tickled our hair as our colors fell into one natural and free we laughed and i remembered the cup burning in my hand not empty i placed it in their hand as if that was what i was supposed to do i told them i had made this drink and given it away, but some remained without realizing that it could be wrong to share a smile was all it took for me to realize that this cup is made for more than one.
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Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 1:16 AM UTC
cups
when i was younger i was never able to pour my hands shook too much trembling with each thought each drink i attempted to serve would splash right out i put too much force, too much pressure or simply didn't give enough i'd shake the cup the spout change my mind on the direction flighty and afraid to give there were many stains in my childhood some never washed out. slowly i learned how to steady my hand my enthusiasm sparked over many glasses passed around to visitors a bartender with no cost i searched for myself in the midst of others in the missing hours in the scattered napkins i never stayed long enough to learn if they liked the drink eventually my arms grew weary all of the vessels heavy and solid they wore on my mind i had given too much it was only when i had stopped pouring drinks that another's lips asked for a sip with hesitation i poured a cup ... he did not drink instead we spoke while the ice melted into the glass finally he took a taste of the watered down basin i was sure he would spit it out we had waited too long and i didn't think it was good in the first place he looked up from his glass and i felt conscious of my freckles my crooked smile the way i laugh when i’m nervous i wanted nothing more than to melt away when he politely asked if i would pour him another cup as he had finished his and then that i knew that this cup was meant for him. we shared our drinks many times he poured me new and exciting tastes and i returned the favor there was always the right amount of sweet in the drinks he served happiness was found in the cabinet where our cups clinked together until the day i found myself waking up, stumbling around, and my cup had grown confused, unsure i poured his drink he sipped his morning coffee but there was some remaining when he left how could that be? i asked myself glancing around, expecting the sunlight to whisper me the answer i grabbed my cup and ran off not wanting to let the drink go to waste but not knowing what to do. through the street through the grass i wasn't sure what i was looking for when i saw them pass into my gaze they gestured me over the blanket beside them, a gesturing hello we spoke of the trees and souls and how one could fall in their sleep the wind tickled our hair as our colors fell into one natural and free we laughed and i remembered the cup burning in my hand not empty i placed it in their hand as if that was what i was supposed to do i told them i had made this drink and given it away, but some remained without realizing that it could be wrong to share a smile was all it took for me to realize that this cup is made for more than one.
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Imagine having as many hearts as you have hands. Imagine one Doesn't Belong to you. Imagine how easy it is to juggle two things Imagine how hard it is to juggle three things. Imagine catching three hearts Imagine dropping one Imagine picking it back up. Imagine juggling four hearts. Imagine being so talented you can catch two in each hand. One day. Imagine the one heart covered in bruises. Always dropped. Always picked back up. Imagine it doesn't belong to you
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Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 10:44 AM UTC
Juggling Hearts
We three wished upon a star. One is fairest, one had the car. One is the bind that is the love. We three stare at clouds above. Slowly, softy, changing shape; Like we; folding, holding, loosening chape, Warmth of breath upon taut strength. We roll, and stick, and cling. For each other, we sustain. Pleasures ache, quakes refrain. Touch brings shivers, slivers wide, Ever growing, rolling tide. Upon the Earth, beneath the sky. We three embrace, nuzzle, sigh. We recede from the crest. Reluctantly, we rise and vest.
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Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC
Nous Trois
ching, ching Two men walk into a local cafe. A city boy, and a Townsman The cityboy sports Slicked up hair. Blue button up shirt, Grey slacks. Dress shoes. The townsman simpler. Brown hair. Orange T-shirt, cargo pants. Work boots. "Hey there!" Says the city boy. walking up to the counter. "Do you ladies have different roasts of coffee? Or do you have just one kind?" The Register girl looks at him sideways. "What are you talking about?" "I want a black light roast if you have it. Also, two shots over ice." He hands her his travel mug. "What's this for?" The girl fondles the travel mug. "I'd like my coffee in that please." The manager puts a hand to the girls shoulder. "The house coffee is a light roast doll, give him that." "Cream and sugar?" Asks the register girl. "Oh god, please no." Laughs the city boy "Thank you." Handing over a credit card. The register girl does not understand what is so funny about cream and sugar. "Cash?" Says the manager. "Is there an atm? I can only offer this, but I know how to change that if you point me in the right direction." "No ATM. We just Offer a discount for cash, we'll take your card." Says the manager. The city boy waits for his drinks. The townsman, walks up and says "Coffee, please" The manager hands him a paper cup with coffee, cream, and sugar. He pays them in cash. smiles, nods. Says: "Thank you" Then waits for the city boy. "Here's your sippy cup." Says the register girl. Handing over his travel mug. The city boy stands there waiting patiently. "Are you waiting for something?" "Yes. my two shots over ice?" "Oh I put it in there." "Could I have two shots over ice please? I'll pay for it again if you forgot." "Oh we don't have an espresso machine. Our shots are like a syrup." "Oh... Is there syrup in here? I just wanted two shots over ice." "Well like... I mean our prices are so low anyway, it's no big deal, but we don't have an espresso machine so..." "Sorry" says the manager. "Thank you ladies." Says the townsman. The cityboy grabs the townsmans hand. They leave the Cafe. The city boy sips his Botched coffee. "I've had good, bad, and know what I want. I don't want to be seen as difficult because I'm educated." He tolerates it. The townsman sips his Familiar Coffee. "Sometimes ignorance is bliss." He enjoys it.
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Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 10:31 PM UTC
The City Boy & The Townsman Get Coffee
ching, ching Two men walk into a local cafe. A city boy, and a Townsman The cityboy sports Slicked up hair. Blue button up shirt, Grey slacks. Dress shoes. The townsman simpler. Brown hair. Orange T-shirt, cargo pants. Work boots. "Hey there!" Says the city boy. walking up to the counter. "Do you ladies have different roasts of coffee? Or do you have just one kind?" The Register girl looks at him sideways. "What are you talking about?" "I want a black light roast if you have it. Also, two shots over ice." He hands her his travel mug. "What's this for?" The girl fondles the travel mug. "I'd like my coffee in that please." The manager puts a hand to the girls shoulder. "The house coffee is a light roast doll, give him that." "Cream and sugar?" Asks the register girl. "Oh god, please no." Laughs the city boy "Thank you." Handing over a credit card. The register girl does not understand what is so funny about cream and sugar. "Cash?" Says the manager. "Is there an atm? I can only offer this, but I know how to change that if you point me in the right direction." "No ATM. We just Offer a discount for cash, we'll take your card." Says the manager. The city boy waits for his drinks. The townsman, walks up and says "Coffee, please" The manager hands him a paper cup with coffee, cream, and sugar. He pays them in cash. smiles, nods. Says: "Thank you" Then waits for the city boy. "Here's your sippy cup." Says the register girl. Handing over his travel mug. The city boy stands there waiting patiently. "Are you waiting for something?" "Yes. my two shots over ice?" "Oh I put it in there." "Could I have two shots over ice please? I'll pay for it again if you forgot." "Oh we don't have an espresso machine. Our shots are like a syrup." "Oh... Is there syrup in here? I just wanted two shots over ice." "Well like... I mean our prices are so low anyway, it's no big deal, but we don't have an espresso machine so..." "Sorry" says the manager. "Thank you ladies." Says the townsman. The cityboy grabs the townsmans hand. They leave the Cafe. The city boy sips his Botched coffee. "I've had good, bad, and know what I want. I don't want to be seen as difficult because I'm educated." He tolerates it. The townsman sips his Familiar Coffee. "Sometimes ignorance is bliss." He enjoys it.
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The box is shut She begs you for a reaction, to want her to stay, to promise you'll make an effort. But the Box is shut. He asks you to stay, to accept his love, and bear his child. But the Box stays shut. They break your heart, when they leave, because they don't need you. You open the Box this time. This heart joins the broken parts of you you kept inside. **Once Again. The Box is shut.**
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Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 2:02 PM UTC
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