The pain is having *** with someone, yet again,
who is not interested in anything more.
The suffering is pretending that it doesn't bother me.

What's happening to hello poetry?
I don't need to know when the next soccer game is
And if I can watch for free.
Only football I know is American like the pride that's in me.
My blood doesn't boil the native sounds of my country.
Since my  motherland is the Dominican
But America my step motherland won custody and raised me, since the age of three.
Don't forget is not who made you but who you fed you, who clothed you, who saw your first shot to a basket, who saw your first catch, who kept your body warm when you got another cold, and so on.
This is "Breakfast for Champions"
Just ask Kurt Vonnegut

What's happening to hello Poetry?
Show your art
Get your due diligence
Don't sell us your dreams don't broadcast your business unless is a story, book signing or deal.
I don't need a spell to make a girl fall in love. I got these words
For and to whom I might propose
Love or an indecent occasion of lust.
Let my words be the for front on this site but they're second to my actions.
Since I don't speak much b'cause my Latin accent.

What is happening to hello poetry?
Private messages by strangers who don't write or speak words.
Claim is urgent and as a poet
You know kind hearted, love lost, And so on...
You just might want to message their Hotmail.
Sad story under prosecution
Sad story the relation is abusive
Mocking the painful truths of some of us artist.
Just wanting a piece of the pie
But when I order I even eat the crust and never leave crumbs.

Take offense or not I just don't give a ****.

I understand.
You're threatened by my immortality.
I get it.

I'm sorry that when I fly,
I  really ****** take off!.
So high that even the Gods favor me.

I'm sorry that I must watch you die,
as I relish in the cycle of life again.
Forgive me my love.

Forgive me for being fearless that day,
when I flew so hard,
my wings turned to flames,
ignited by the sun,
claiming my death,
laying my ashes at your feet.

Actually,
I'm not sorry,
you knew I was a Phoenix when you married me.

I'm capable of carrying out duties.
Shutting out all considerations and existences.
Being the only one of my kind.
Releasing you from all liabilities.
In sacrificing oneself with out help,
Whoever is left after my exclusive theft is the one
ive loved and kept.
Close to my heart from the start.
Meaning, we should never be apart.
So, while attempting your endeavour,
please take my heart as your treasure.

Nothing special
Just letters to words
and words to fragments
or sometimes phrases that don't make sense.
Just your average short story that changes every time you read it.
You keep it close to you because you need it.

Really, nothing special,
just bold statements and brave thoughts
old people with blood clots
versus young kids who hold rocks
Like slow dancing on your good foot
or making memories like these.
Soft whispers in your good ear makes loud noises sound great
or maybe loud whispers that sound great make soft noises a mistake?

I don't know, but...
Still just your average
and it's everything you want to hear.
And in this poem is everywhere you want to be.
It's actually everywhere you need be.

And still your regular ole' poem
with hidden meanings and subliminal text
Predictable stanzas of what comes next.
yet again, nothing special