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Neil Waldron Jul 2010
running down the street this morning.
i'm thinkin' about a pretty girl (she knows that i have feelings for her).
a snarling burly dog pops out of a rose bush.
i jumped back, ran across the rode and hid in the cemetery.
i was scared, for the first time in quite some time.
i sit against a tombstone and my thoughts shift to my grandma...
burying her was so hard, i sat in that cemetery for an hour and a half crying.
i get home my dad acuses me of getting high while out and wouldn't drop it...
now the bruise under my left eye says i was guilty...
but it just takes his side because he birthed it there..
his knuckles hard and cold...
hiding in my room writing and cying...
i realise soon enough he wont be able to touch me..
sickly it makes me smile..
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2014
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Rolling on the carpets,
In coyest plead for a belly
Rub and groom, little Fae,
Each day a Saturday morning,
Shining as hot coffee, wafting
In cool sun, with blue, mist deep
Eyes, lazily ensconced in a glaze
To the out of doors— I set her free
As a casement window sprung, let,
To roam the grass canopies and hunt
All the lovelorn hours of the cying day.
Sparrows flutter and milky doves gurgle
From on high and leaves rustling pound
As she prowls in motions slow, so much
To pounce upon, when all too sudden,
Fish or fowl are flung in a golden bowl
Mealtime turns in rings from a can to her,
Wilding, famished ear.
In long mood afternoons she returns,
Furriously plays with flicks of shadows
And twine, then a knap on a tick
Of whiskers and cream,
In the garden jungles
Of the drowsy fawn
And mince of mice
Scurries of heed
In the silence—
Of lollIng breeze,
Gentle days, sways
Of terror and yawn,
Tufted cubby roaring,
Wee tiger of the lawn.
Sara Jones Sep 2015
Yesterday was our 2 year anniversary.
I bet you thought I forgot, huh?
Well darling it's hard to forget someone
That has given me so much to remember
And I'm not talking about the good times.
I've been dreading today for days
I've been cying and screaming out your name and
I'm pretty sure my neighbors are tired of all my noise.
Trying to drown out my sorrows with chocolate and obnoxiously loud sad country songs but
I can't help but isolate myself,
Because since you arent here to do it for me,
I have to do it myself.
I've been a wreck the last week and a half
Crying on your birthday and even more as the days passed.
I've never been one to pine over a man,
But a man wouldn't have done me like that.
So after all we've been through
And all the tears I've cried,
I think I'm truly starting to get over you.
My depression took a vacation and I was finally able to get out of bed
I thought for a moment all the things you ever said
That "our love would last forever"
I guess forever never lasted long anyway
Because we went a year and 8 months before I decided to run away.

At first I didnt notice the date.
And when I did it was all but too late.
I cleaned my room for the first time since I moved,
I washed my sheets because somehow they've started to smell like you
I cleaned off my kitchen counters and sprayed fabreeze into the air.
I washed all my ***** dishes
I did two weeks of piled laundry
I took to the floor with a broom and a mop.
I sat and read for the first time in ages
I did all of these things and didn't cry today.
And I guess I'm truely getting over you
Because yesterday would have been our 2 year anniversary
And not once did I think of you.
to my ex boyfriend. you're nothing to me anymore.
embla May 2016
"Love you, see you Monday"

You immediately came back after your response in our emotion-charged talk and told me this.
My immediate reaction upon reading this simple line was to laugh (out of shock and happiness, of course), but it was immediately followed by unforeseen cying - no, *sobbing
- because you finally made it crystal clear.
I knew you cared about me.
They've been trying to convince me you don't, but I knew better.
Thank you.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
brandon nagley Jul 2015
The cop's cameth into his poetical room
Pills were scattered in that moribund tomb....

The young man's body was **** on the floor
Like a baby he was once again rebirthed....

Poem's spread all abroad,
As the boy's veins were pumped by ****** cause.....

His eyelid's still open to see,
But he's now joined his ghost family.....

The spirit's sat and watched the cop's
Whilst the boy was with them and God.....

Mum and dad cying a sorrowful tune
Singing hymns of the depressed and the blue's....

The young man left a note on his bed,
Telling them he Gaveth all his love, and the one he loved left him bled...

He was scholar of the angelic ones,
Now he floats somewhere by the sun....

The only romantic around,
A poe enthusiast, Shakespherian amare clown.....

And because he hath given his all,
His expectations were broke as his wall.. .

The coroner brought the Hearse
At thirteen the boy was CURSED.....

Now twenty-seven he hadst let go,
He wasn't meant for this world anymore.....

In his time he saw who was worldly and not,
And through this time it was him they forgot...

He preached love of the star's above,
Now he returned with immaculate love....

His journey and strife was over far gone,
So he left in a hurry to his own song....

He feeleth no remorse, nor guilt,
Who wouldst with such wordly nilch...

At the funeral the crowd packed inside and wrapped around the block, he was more loved, just the demons made him think not...

People cameth he hath not seen in year's,
He was in the room with them, shedding some tear's....

He forgaveth them long ago,
It want them, just this place wasn't his home...

Though the ones whom he watched below,
Didint understand that or even know....

Now he's dressed in a celestial earthly black,
Wherein inside him the universe doth match.....

A halo he weareth once again,
Because in his past life he kneweth it wasn't his end....

But he continues to spread his amour',
To the lost, suicidal, and murdered galore....

He writes poem's now for God,
Wherein he belongs, no reason to sob.....

As everyone left his funeral room,
The young man stayed behind whilst crying a fool....

He yelled why didn't thou all loveth me back,
He preached of forgiveness and love, that's a fact!!!!

But he kneweth it was far to late,
Now to the serpahim he hast a nice date......

He's smiling now feeling the warmth,
His cold abode never couldst light that torch....

And now the world wilt remember his name
Twenty seven , forever young and a cherub flame........



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
This isn't about noone just good writing,
Btw in poem I use word nilch which means nothing for u who don't know thanks...
Nellie 55 Jun 2019
Of course you get angry when I'm jealous
Must have something going because it don't matter when I'm jealous.
Remember when a good friend of mine is engaged?
I do, and you get angry jealous
But it's okay now.
I'm cying in silence do to avoiding me now.
I don't know what you want of me.
Why is it a different story when I'm facing jealousy?
Why is it a different story when i ask questions?
I love you and I'm afraid to lose you again.
But you're getting ****** and "sick" of the the ****.
So it doesnt matter when I'm insecure about it.
I can't help feelimg some wounds open.
I'm jealous and I miss the clingy!
But it's alright now because I'm currently not around

— The End —