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 Oct 2013 WAli
Fi
He
 Oct 2013 WAli
Fi
He
He** knew me
He knew my bones
He knew my worries
He knew all my stupid routines
He knew the flesh on my thighs
He understood my problems
He understood why I needed him
He understood my body at 2am on a Monday morning

He did not accept my wrists
He did not accept my cries
He left nothing but a murmur
He left nothing but a chill

He left me and never returned
 Oct 2013 WAli
thinklef
Nothing feels good than having an angel by your side,
Someone who knows all your flaws & doesn't quote the law,
Someone who you can be awkward with &
Would smile & won't say a word,
I have searched all around the world for that special one,
Up over the foothills & beneath the mountains,
Truly they don't exist,
These girls come & go like cargos,
After building the relationship so tall like iroko,
Sometimes, i sit, i stare, i glance at this girls and wonder,
What do they really want,
They say taste varies,
Some dream of tall guys,
Who smell nice & doesn't tell lies,
Guys with abs,some go for guys with mba,
While few go for guys with integrity,
i call this mental confusion,
i love to be affectionate,
despite this emotional challenges,
But I have no one to share it with,
i have trusted so many,
Even when your voices are ringing sonorously in my mind,
i will forever remain a loner,
Truly not everyone is worth the stress,
Shoulders raised high been so unnecessarily sensitive,
Penning these long lines isn't even worth it,
I'm done writing about love,
It's time to face reality.
 Oct 2013 WAli
Harry J Baxter
You said don't overthink this
and don't go writing me
any of those ******* love poems
because we both know this isn't love
I said,
you look nice with no shorts on
thanks,
you said
I said I love the way you look without those pesky denim shorts
you told me to stop being a smart ***
but let's be honest
we both knew
you were getting on that plane
and that I was going to write this poem anyways
 Oct 2013 WAli
Harry J Baxter
My first rejection Email arrived today
during a rainy day at work
My phone vibrated once in my pocket
We are sorry to inform you
due to an influx of submissions
we will not be publishing your piece
we wish you luck in your future writing endeavors
the staff
of course,
me being me,
my first reaction was to be *******
a child not allowed that really sweet action figure
because
"We need food"
but after stewing on it a while
I realized
I need this
because it's not success which defines us
a lucky guy can succeed
it's how we respond to defeats
the big ones
the small ones
the oh my god why don't I just quit
failures
that they'll write in the book of judgement
long after we are just dust
trapped inside of a coffin
 Oct 2013 WAli
Circa 1994
He was a boy with beautiful eyes
and an appreciation for colorful socks and generic tea.

A boy that played the drums and went to festivals.
The kind of festivals that left him longing for a proper shower
and his mother's pork belly stew.

He dyed his hair a fitting shade of black
And though he was underwhelmed by the idea of anything romantic
his use of smiley emoticons was enough to make up for it.

He taught me the importance of learning to appreciate cheap wine
and the power of using compliments sparingly.

He was the kind of boy that would be fun to spoon,
or so I assume
because I've never met him.
 Oct 2013 WAli
Circa 1994
Craving affection, I did what any girl would do.
I knew he wanted me
and I knew I would regret it
but I pushed past the guilt
and willed my thumbs to be bold
because my mouth would not.

                                                     * I'm bored. Want to make out?

He replied almost instantly
though not looking in my direction
where I sat not more than a foot away.
My phone buzzed.
One new text
Open.*

I convinced myself he would know it didn't mean anything.
So I kissed him in the poorly decorated guest bedroom.
I didn't like the way his mouth felt
or the way his hands passive aggressively caressed me.
He was surprised by my utilization of lip nibbling.
He said he could get used to it.
He closed the door.  

                                   "I'm not going to have *** with you."

He's terrible at pretending he's not phased by this.
I don't let him walk me to my car,
fearing he'll expect a goodnight kiss.
But that's not what this is.

Maybe he'll realize
I was longing for someone else's kiss.
 Oct 2013 WAli
Circa 1994
The perfect time to kiss someone
is when they don't even know they want you to.
when you're not using your lips for talking.
and your mouth tastes like candy.
 Oct 2013 WAli
Circa 1994
Wearing clothing seems unnatural when we're together.
I'm drawn to you like a magnet.
You tell me I'm pretty
And laugh at how awful I am at accepting compliments.
I promise to leave before you wake up.
 Oct 2013 WAli
Circa 1994
He was the kind of boy that would listen to you talk about your dreams
And watch you try on a series of hats only to tell you he didn't like any of them.

This boy that could talk about kiwis
without seeming dull.

He had an affinity for hip hop music and ironic T shirts
and fancied himself a good club crawl every now and again.

The two P's were often on his dinner menu (pasta and pesto)
And he was quirky.
Not in a Zooey Deschanel kind of way,
But in the way that is effortless.
In the way that intrigues people.
Intrigues me.  

He wasn't the kind of boy you read about in books,
but should have books written about him.
I wanted to be the one to write it.

It started off as a fan-fiction
and ended as wishful thinking.
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