#vday
Romeo and Juliet
Napoleon and Josephine
full of love
and yet regrets
beyond the silver screen
Here we are upon the day
swiping left our telephone
hoping and grasping a way
not going home, alone
What in this day and age
millennial and such
built upon the frailest edge
as reality, untouched
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 12:12 AM UTC
Met a girl on Tinder,
fck it we’re all Winners,
not thirsty but I’m starvin’,
so baby tell me what’s for dinner,
what’s in the oven where’s the lovin’,
give it all to me raw no apologies no filter,
it’s V-Day I’m as depressed as I am on my B-Day,
still giving you raw lines uncut with no filler,
and yeah Love gives life,
but she’s also a killer,
stupid Cupid’s got me dreaming lucid,
still I feel salty as a Biblical pillar,
like Lot’s wife in that one verse,
in Genesis 19,
yeah I guess lots is how much love hurts,
get healed then hurt again,
kinda like my life on Tinder,
swipe left swipe left swipe right,
kinda like Duck Duck Goose or Musical Chairs,
not looking for a lifetime just looking for a night,
a temporary solution to a permanent problem,
some foreign aid in the form of a band-aid on my bleeding heart,
can’t fix the problem but sure can relief the symptoms,
at least for the night when we forget this earth and get lost in the stars,
so I’m searching,
swiping on that Tinder app,
hoping to find true love,
or at least something that resembles that,
because my hearts got some holes,
and I’m hoping someone can fill them,
like my souls got some demons,
and I’m hoping someone can **** them,
what’s happened to society,
and how’d we all get so lonely,
especially in the age of social networking,
everything seems superficial even this poem feels phony,
like when I get liked on Tinder,
and I reply with “We matched want to meet up”,
and I pretend I’m fine with no worries,
when really I’m feeling totally beat up,
Jesus,
don’t know if I can come step back from this ledge,
feeling frozen paralyzed like a bad app,
when you can’t scroll so you just refresh,
and get a whole new lists or prospects,
a whole new set of potential matches,
another chance to build something grand,
out of the burned past and all it’s ashes,
and that’s when,
I come back to the present,
now where were we oh yeah,
it was Valentine’s Day and I was on Tinder again…
Met a girl on Tinder,
fck it we’re all Winners,
not thirsty but I’m starvin’,
so baby tell me what’s for dinner,
what’s in the oven where’s the lovin’,
give it all to me raw no apologies no filter,
it’s V-Day I’m as depressed as I am on my B-Day,
still giving you raw lines uncut with no filler…
∆ LaLux ∆
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Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 2:39 PM UTC
Im numb when I talk to people
Not a soul, with whom I connect
Constantly avoiding people I have met
Please, don't get me started on new conversations
Small talk is just diluted death sensations
Out loud, when I speak, I have no malicious intentions
but when brought to the surface I face negative altercations
Losing touch with my place in society
Reality is swallowed by my thoughts, which are rioting
Chaos is threading itself around my roots
My sense of normal I will soon lose
Too long, I have spent alone
Reclusive, I am prone
I always find myself back at not wanting to be alone
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 8:19 PM UTC
No Valentine
Happy Valentine’s Day,
so fckn cliche,
no Valentine,
no sublime,
no feelings of ecstasy,
no we just me,
alone,
once again,
faced with my own thoughts,
and the deafening sounds of this silent hotel room,
I’m alone,
and I probably deserve it,
this is likely my proper karma,
the emotional toll paid in full all cash no credit,
the piper being paid,
for every heart I’ve ever slayed,
for every good girl I’ve ever played,
for every time I left when she wanted me to stay,
they were good girls,
they didn’t deserve it,
I was a bad boy,
and didn’t even know it,
I guess the only thing worse than breaking a heart,
is not even realizing that you’re the one that broke it,
she loved me,
most of them did,
and I left most of them,
with scars and sorrowed sentiment,
and I apologize in all honesty,
even though heartbreak was never what I intended,
but breaking a heart is breaking a heart,
no matter whether or not the Breaker even ever meant it,
this is what happens when there’s desire,
but for lasting love their’s no incentive,
like a dozen roses ready to go,
with the postage paid but with no place for the sender to send it,
as this sick cycle signals,
it’s time to either heal this or end it,
as these deep wounds burrow,
this can only be described as deserted and desolate,
chocolate,
hearts,
melt,
in the Sunshine of Time,
thoughts,
of her,
felt,
as they frolic through my mind,
no Valentine,
probably won’t have one,
until I’ve paid in full,
for every good girl I ever left,
so I likely have a few more heartbreaks headed my way,
because I’m not yet done paying off this debt,
and I’ll pay,
and I’ll pay,
and I’ll pay,
I’ll pay until there’s nothing left,
and then,
hopefully,
at that point in time,
I will finally find the girl out there that I know somewhere exists,
the one that’s been doing time like me,
the one who’s broke just as many hearts,
the one who too is paying off her relationship karma,
by repeatedly getting her heart broken apart,
even though we know what they say,
you can’t turn a bad girl good,
but once a good girl goes bad she’s gone,
forever,
whatever,
either way she’s out there,
and even though I’ve never met her,
I know I already love her,
that girl that no longer wants to be a player any more,
I don’t want to be a player anymore I just fck a lot,
no Big Pun intended but everything else I meant it,
writing this Love Letter on Valentine’s day with no where to send it.
Anyways I know that ex-player turned good girl exist,
and she feels just like I do in this exact instant,
she’s somewhere alone paying off her debt,
for all the guy’s who’s hearts she broke even though she never meant it,
and now,
she feels like I do like ditto,
tired of playing the field,
just looking for a solo love that can be true like bingo ,
and one day we’ll meet,
and we’ll probably get married but no kiddos,
because 2’s a company but 3’s a crowd,
and that’s one thing that both of us still know,
that’s why I write this out loud with,
the hopes that she’ll find these words right wherever she is,
and she’ll find me somehow from this love letter,
like a message in a bottle sent from an island and found by a ship,
and when we finally meet it will be love at first kiss,
this,
is what I hope for,
no more promiscuous ***
nope no way no more,
I’m a born again ******
holding out until I finally meet that Apple of my eye,
and until then,
I’m not dating anyone no way no how nope no Valentine,
because I don’t deserve one,
won’t until I’ve paid off this debt in full,
for every good girl that I’ve ever left,
still hold no regrets even though I’m lonely as Hell,
so I likely have a few more heartbreaks headed my way,
because I’m not yet done paying off this debt,
and I’ll pay,
and I’ll pay,
and I’ll pay,
I’ll pay until there’s nothing left,
until I’m totally spent,
but until that time I’m alone,
once again,
faced with my own thoughts,
and the deafening sounds of this silent hotel room…
∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
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Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
On this special day,
Hope rises,
As the passion for your embrace melts into love comes my way.
The thoughts
Of your sweet round face
Makes me believe I took a flight to see you yesterday,
Looking out the window,
Longin' for your kiss
Feenin' for those dancin hips,
Us,
Getting a taste of what it really means to live in bliss.
No tests,
No fights,
Just peace.
The strength of this newly placed heart
That we created,
Only sinks deep,
And deeper,
Makes me believe we belong on the heart-filled picture.
U & I,
Happy Valentine's day. ©MH
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 9:07 AM UTC
It was about a year ago,
where we said those words
of loneliness,
of blissfulness.
No matter whether you are
single,
or attached,
I want you to know that you can
not feel lonely this Valentine's Day.
You can be "taken" by:
1. your other half
2. your loved ones
3. your friends
4. and of course, why not yourself ?
Make yourself feel blessed this Valentine's Day.
Surround yourself with people who you love and appreciate.
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 11:49 AM UTC
Anyone else
confused
why must
we be lonely
on the holiday
of love
or it may
just be me
So is
anyone else
going to be
lonely on
Valentine's day?
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 9:47 AM UTC
You won't consider him dangerous because he always has a weapon on hand
Like an angel with a shotgun
He was unexpected and unplanned
He's not dangerous because he's very experienced, with both women and remedies
He intrigues you
Living a carefree, exciting life is his specialty
He'll draw you in with his deep brown eyes and Cheshire Cat smile
You'll pray he keeps you around for at least a little while
It's no doubt that he has broken more bones than hearts
His hands have never scared you
Yet his poetic words made you cautious from the start
You'll consider him dangerous because he's charming, loving, and kind
No matter how hard you try,
he'll never leave your mind
The spaces between your fingers are right where his fit perfectly
It's as if you were born from the same star, knowing each other for eternity
You'll feel stupid because by now you thought you would've learned your lesson
Don't worry, for he won't **** you with harsh words or leathal weapons
But you'll fall for him and won't remember how or when
He'll **** you by kissing you once and then never again
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 6:29 PM UTC
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I just put in my two weeks
And so should you
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC
another year by herself
convincing her own heart that it thrives when its alone, that somehow watching her friends flip-fall in love is a good thing even though she's nowhere near it
it's okay to be alone
she knows that
everyone is single at one time or another
maybe what hurts is that she has nothing to compare it to
no relationship to look back on with longing
because she understands she isn't entirely desirable
her voice is loud and grating, her mood swings wild and high
she's small and she packs a punch and she opens her fat mouth too much for her own good
boys don't like girls that don't shut up
she feels like such a hypocrite!
she knows she shouldn't aim to please boys and she doesn't, she really doesn't
she just wishes there was a boy who was pleased by her the way she was
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 11:32 PM UTC
To be classifiable, she nervously applies the cake to her nostrils
While splinters stick in her fingertips. 30. To be a woman she
Harvests necrotic insects and dances in Warhol underpants.
I explain how gravity loves the catalogue of your unique hollywood
Romances. Each train takes a new storyline through the ****** treetops
And counterfeit addictions she poises herself in to seem attractive to
Each magazine under her daddy's workbench.
Being a woman is more than big ***** and paint for brains. Some skins Cling to the reels of the love language sprinting through historical Venetian street settings. I smoke ***** with wizards.
For the first time I witness the acatalepsy of the Irish, but narrowly
Passing the beguiling succor that renders the whim of persons
In the acronychal hours.
I'm telling you your hands are my new exoskeleton. I take to you
With the excitement of gravity. New denude photographs of pallor
Fleshes upstay the human trials we are blessed to share in this open sky,
Where I warn the blues of the sky to be jealous of these sciophilous Women who experience the unyielding pressure to feel the pleasures
Our confabulations offer acushla.
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 9:35 AM UTC
I log on after a few days,
With the slightest hope,
That someone might be thinking about me,
On this very day.
How wrong was I about her?
She, who I thought had changed,
She was the only one to think about me today.
Maybe as a friend,
But a thought is a thought,
And sometimes,
A thought is enough to make you smile..
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 8:55 AM UTC
I had lots and lots of naps. What did you people do?
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC
It takes seconds to hate someone,
but,
It take years to love those who have hurt you so deeply.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 9:18 AM UTC