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Glenn Fullmore Apr 2012
"Without you, I’m incomplete,
I wave my white flag,
Because my heart and my pride faces defeat,
I gave every last thing I had,
And I either came up a penny short,
Or even a dollar more,
Either way, you’re not here anymore,
I shed tears hoping that heartbreak would escape,
But as I wake up,
I still try to make up,
Reasons why I should be over you,
I’m older than you,
But you control me,
I think it’s safe to say that you own me,
I haven’t been honest with myself,
I’ve tried to convince myself,
That I’ve put everything from the past on the top shelf,
But we talked last night,
And I realized that I lied,
Because when I found out about your new guy,
And my heart beamed from the sky,
And penetrated through the pavement,
So as we spoke,
I sat sit crushed and broke,
My lips trembled and my eyes made lakes deep enough to stoke,
Across,
Just in case you want to come back,
Nostalgia got me,
And I’m alright with that,
Because I enjoyed you,
And the feelings that were associated,
I just wish I could’ve negotiated,
A plan to make stay,
Because I’m tired of not having a reason to wake up everyday."

-Glenn Fullmore
Vampi Fallborg Apr 2013
Av hysteri jeg skriker flammer og håret reiser seg i lynets dødelige knekte streker.
En halvveis setning, en ikke ferdiggjort fasong.
Elektrisk knust glass fyller mine nesebor og nåler sikker ut av øynene.
Jeg er så død som djevlen selv.
Jeg vrir meg under bakken og mine bein, ja, hele mitt skjelett er dømt til å bli gift som etser gjennom alt som kommer anig. Som syre i mitt blod vrir årene seg i smerte i mine iskalde fingre.
Å være greit å ikke gjøre ferdig.
Det er absurd! Min smerte eier ikke grenser.
Å roe seg at alt er dårlig.
Å roe seg med alt som er så usselig.
Det er umulig når jeg selv vet at mitt eget beste er noen andres aller verste.
That is norwegian.
Title: The hysteria of a poor perfectionist.
matthew Hulinsky Sep 2020
she put her glasses on
she grabs a book
and strats to read
she reads and reads and reads some more
but she just gets lost no matter how many times she read it
she just keeps getting lost
she gets mad because she just gets lost
she calms down strate anig and this time she
reads more carefully but no matter what's she dose
she is just getting in a book
hope you all enjoy mondays poem

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