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"affectionless" poems
We never talked Anymore And when we did The conversation dripped Like a dried up Desert stream Funny how then he’d seem Like a tidal wave of talk Not letting my words walk Anywhere Near his extremely important Ten minute Explanation In which he’d sum up that day’s Cartoons, football matches, car trouble, his hard day of work that ended at lunch How drunk he got after work, how drunk he was going to get that night While he fetted without a slight Thought of me. So understandably He was exhausted And couldn’t Wouldn’t Didn’t want to hear My ten minuets Of how I missed The boy who kissed Me At a movie theater Read all my pathetic poetic Love letters Told me I was a better Writer than I thought Fought for me Drove across highways for me Was in love with me truly, madly, deeply Who told me constantly That he loved me When I didn’t believe it He loved me When I didn’t want to hear it He loved me When I’d just finished crying He loved me I miss the boy who never made me feel Alone Whose cell phone Didn’t mind listening to my voice And given the choice Would listen to it All night Long. But that boy’s gone. And I’m left to pick up conversation With this Affectionless alien.
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Aug 10, 2012
Aug 10, 2012 at 10:39 PM UTC
Conversation Fillers
"Indeed you were built strong and brave Like a warrior bashing through a cave Of sorrow and of emptiness Crying when the world is bright to believe theres no such thing as darkness Dealing with the challenges and mistakes that life throws at us But learn from every single mistake anger-less Stop giving into your weaknesses Stop thinking about those who forgotten you and treated you effortlessly Senseless  and affectionless Let no wasteful man put you down with meaness Only because your personality fashions a spark of joyfullness Consume every wisdom with aggressiveness Shed a thousand years of tears in a state of loneliness Only so you can feel you inner self with consciousness Be ready at what ever life throws at you with eagerness You never lose. You either win or reflect with perceptive-ness And just know to trust your lord with wholeness Keep grasping upon the hardships you dealt with in the darkness So you can look back and recall the roughness Recalling every memory buried in your heart from all the sadness And stand proud with your toughness Once you overcome your glumness and drown in a deluge of pure gladness and give glad tiding to the strangers"                                © S Y A
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 5:43 AM UTC
Reminder 1
perfect doesn't matter if you can't love but love doesn't matter if it isn't perfect that's why there's scars where scabs used to be perfect doesn't matter if you can't hate hate doesn't matter if it isn't mindless nonsense gone fence con cents perfect doesn't love if it isn't matter matter isn't perfect if it doesn't LOVE one two three four five six seven, eight nine one who sees your knives picks heaven, hate mine I love you like Lasceration
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Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 2:23 AM UTC
affectionless perfectionist
chook chook chook. The eager devouring and tearing of scissors. Snapping away existence. Hooked on the killer music, encouraging loathing, affectionate for what is affectionless. you have been passionate for a knife. a lie a disguise deceptions sweetly disguised. so...sweet your eyes are lamps, tempted into the night. away from the light. the crumbling of the purpose you were made for. the snapping of your identity. so eagerly ignored. snip snip snip goes the facts of love. goes the truth that's smacked right in your face. Bald spots laid bare. for the evil one to be there, to take you away, to take you there. to where your death is every few forevers. and where suicide is no longer an option. why was it an option. the night skies were your dreamt of destination. A compromise, a quick route. comfort is what you want, and you find it in death? It's not too late. the hair is cut off but at least you still have a head. Its not too late. For you to say "Lord Jesus, forgive me my sins this very moment." This very moment Jesus has forgiven you.
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Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 10:25 AM UTC
hair cutting
I tread along this road, directionless My compass broken, I can’t tell true North. More likely South I go, affectionless And in to time I march along henceforth. So taking to the mountains in retreat, I try to run away from things untold For with no way of knowing when I’ll meet This future that, until now, can’t unfold I try to keep presumptions out of thought. I try to keep my mind at ease and rest… But if I could have spoilers to the plot Perhaps these things would motivate the best. I tread along this road, directionless My heart and soul I feel are just a mess.
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Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 9:27 PM UTC
Sonnet 4
In his  fight-night presence and In his affectionless absence.
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Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 1:30 PM UTC
Losing sleep