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Piyush Gahlot Jul 2018
That pure innocent smile,
Your childish face and that side profile,
Your silky hair and that perfect hairstyle,
Would never forget you.
**** I miss you!

The touch of your smooth skin,
That beautiful little chin,
Your blushy cheeks and that grin,
Still I adore you.
**** I miss you!

Those big dope eyes,
That ****** nose ,
Those size 7 feet and pinky toes.
Your medications and Ayurvedic dose.
Wish again to feel you.
**** I miss you!

Baby I still remember,
that freezy December,
The day we fell off the scooter,
Your ****** buggy computer.
Our first date and the perfect kiss,
That raining night we spent in balcony
When you burnt the toast and macrony,
That birthday card you made me,
Helping in projects and assignments,
You taking care when I got sick,
I recall all those perfect memories of you,
still there's a place for you,
**** I miss you!

I wish you would have waited,
I would have come back,
But I can't blame you,
It was me who needed the space,
The fault is my OWN!
So I am the one left ALONE! :'(
I miss every cell of your body,
every second spent with you,
every moment in your arms,
Every bite I had with you.
I ******* miss the whole of YOU.
September Rose Jun 2018
For a while now things have seemed
A very certain way
But recently
There seems to be
Thoughts leading me astray
I'm very used to the worn trail path that I thought was forever true
But of New
All I can do
Is change my mind of you
It's as if I've been awakened to life on the other side of the grass
For so long now I've looked ahead and let the rest just pass
I thought that what's in front of me must be the best it was
But I've seen the other futures
And now it's all I want
I had this picture
In my mind
Of how perfect you would be
But it seems
just an inch to the right
Was what was really right for me
Haley Elizabeth Sep 2017
The river's current was supposed to be weakened by the barricade
but the bags of sand and the bricks of clay that once gave her closure,
reside years beneath her murky water.
Where do broken hearts go?
Do they get lost at sea?
Do they float?
Do they still beat?
Or do they find a home?
Perhaps it will reside with the girl
who thought her warmth could thaw he who was cold and ******.
She couldn't, though,
because his alluring bed of rocks broke more than just her bones.
Because you see, her barricade that was weakened by the river
caused her lungs to fill with that murky water.
She wasn't lost.
She didn't float.
There was no longer a heartbeat,
so she no longer had a home.
When I looked myself in the mirror,
I couldn't help but choke.
My 1 AM thoughts, but I am not my thoughts.
haha get it, **** like a dam?? also "****" as in daaaammnnn that's dark. I think I am funny.
Gita Feb 2016
The world has moved on and I am fixated on one **** detail. A blank stare that lasted maybe two seconds before he carried on with his work. The look was indescribable because the expression was void of emotion. This is incredibly ridiculous, but I am so horrifically bothered by it. That **** expression. This **** minor occurrence has somehow managed to ruin my day. But here's the thing - this is routine for me. I know myself too well. I will be incredibly self-conscious from now on in that space. So many things go past that man, but my ****** digressions didn't. I am a victim of over-analysis. I will patiently wait for the day my memory will finally let this go.
onlylovepoetry Feb 2018
you can’t right the same poem twice

****, yes I can
in pointy fact,
only got one,
which gets re-righted
morning noon and evening-tide

substitute a variant spelling
wright vs write vs right
and the meaning changes thrice

the only thing i can’t not duplicate is those **** love poems
each unique and writ for the woman specific,
each love one, custom jiggered,
each poem, crafted, to her pulse
each drafted, to her scent
none alike, and that’s why I believe
in the god who commanded "create him"
to make love poems in his way,
gave me millions of veins
of inspiration to pray to...
my heart altered, modified, daily

**** poems
**** love poems
**** love
2/2/2018   10:14pm
Daniel T Dec 2016
These feelings are unusual
She’s amazing, funny AND beautiful..*

Could you handle the pain?
Of only ever using half of your brain?
Feeling crazy about her
But trying not to seem insane?

They say “Move your thoughts aside” thus;
I don’t have none, you see..
Unless you’re counting the ones about us
During these last few weeks..

While me? I’m nothing special..
I’ve been forced to lie when their honest
But here I am swearing to never break a promise..
(I mean, feel the raw emotion within this very sonnet) .

Think of Romeo and Juliet, let’s strive
Our lives could be like them;
You know… If they didn’t die.
But man, while she puts up one **** of a fight
I’m just hoping for a chance to be her hero tonight

An angel on the eyes,
I want to know her on the inside and out
(This part I despise) As I..  
Rip myself open for her to show it’s the insides that count.

I hope she likes this.
Nassif Younes Nov 2016
That Donald Trump?
He's thicker than a whale's ****!
That didn't work
He's still becoming president.
Activists around the world must continue searching
For that perfect combination of words to highlight
How ****** he is
How ****** his supporters are
And thus bring them over to our side.

You fools!
These people are working two jobs one week
And getting fired from both jobs the next
And all you could offer was memes and social experiment videos?
People don't want your memes!
Nor do they want your veganism
Your Eastern philosophy
Your meditation
Your glittered faces
Your acid induced self discovery
Your fat bass drops
Your hashtag lookatmeimsuchagoodperson statuses
Or your white reggae revival projects.
They want money
They want power
And they're right to want it.
They wanted it so bad that a talking tangerine's promise would suffice.

And where were you?
You were a thousand feet up in the cultural clouds
You did this.
You just let a president get away with pushing drone strikes in the morning
Because he did comedy skits with celebrities in the afternoon.

Your craft beers and independent cafés
Have booted the poor out of town centres
All over the world.

When they needed socialism
You sympathised but were too unique to call yourself one.

When they broke out in riots
You were there at the front
With your polaroid
Photographing the blood and broken glass.

You hide yourselves in safe spaces
Delete people who disagree with you
And condemn others for building walls.

None of you are hipsters
It's always someone else
Who is the hipster.

But you all have the brains and the hearts
To turn the world around.
Because for every ***** grabbing racist
There is someone too tired and too desperate
To accept anything short of extreme.
The only madness now is moderacy
And if you speak for something real
Conversation is all it will take.
The day we became too cool for movements
Was the day we lost.

Until we do, our next liberal hero
Will be a Rasta president
Bent over for Wall Street with a **** for war
Loved by all after his first act in the oval office
Was to take a selfie whilst sparking a joint.
Not cool man,
Not cool.
Bella Jul 2018
For my birthday
you bought me my favorite book
That I already had
for your birthday
I bought you
the party

when you met the new boy at school
I told you he wasn't a good guy
you did not listen
when you told me
that the boy I'd known my whole life wasn't a good guy
I list without question

last night
you told me that your mother did not approve of my new haircut
this fact I already knew
last night you told me that you are uncomfortable and ashamed standing next to me
this fact I did not know

8 years ago when I met your parents
I was astonished and ashamed to stand next to them
for they pinned you to the wall like a dartboard
like a piece of meat for their game
they pushed pins in you of self doubt
of self hate
They said to you word I had never heard and adult say to a child before
if they could they would have cut into your flesh themselves
taking razors to every fat cell they did not like
8 years ago I stood up to them
to do what you never could
1 week ago even after you stoped listening to me I stood up to them
I tried as desperately as I could to take away their words

I stand here as your own personal dartboard
and because of that
I am now ashamed for you to call yourself my friend
Temporal Fugue Nov 2018
I took out my 1911
I cleaned it till it shined
at ten minutes closer to seven
**** close to losing my mind

Much too easy the trigger
a simple solution for all
every way that I could figure
I resisted the urge and the call

I know it's easy to say
after the fact and attempt
the world just gets in the way
self-loathing and self, contempt

No one has ever returned
too say it was nothing but sleep
as ever in **** to burn
a life given away
so **** cheap
No I don't postulate suicide, but I know my Dad does, sigh :\
Amanda Jean Oct 2016
Long winding
Lost roads
Dead dog
Or maybe mountain lion
(**** roadkill)
Car stopped in the middle of the road
Woman drove off the side of the road
(with the ******* pigs)
Gas station stops
No service area
Keeping me on long winding lost roads!

Now there
Misty fog
Hot steam
As I baptize with bubbles
In this hot tub at Grand Haven
A locked cabin
Enjoyed for a time by myself
Karijinbba Sep 2018
Hello its me ScarlettRose
The exquisit image of the lark returns me to heaven and my soul cries woe have turned to songs of praise.
I thought of  how you bet your
love, and again I found you
all over again through a love magazine singles ad
dearest Knight my Lancelott
King beloved omnipresent
God-like heart of Gold.
twinflame beloved.
The wise universe knowing my inner core had returned you
back to me unaware of the mystery unfonfolding
  treasures, true love, fame and great fortune all mine for the taking.
Us together was treasure enough
when we were very young.
in Astlleros ship yard.
but your strange detective methods of going to a slandering previously rejected,
medically impotent man in lew of just taking time to know me and ask me your concerns my leaping zoaring love wàve
backfiring on us distrust
You left me hoping for me to go find you in wormhole loop but
time became our foe.
Unrequieted love sat in
suffering was unbearable.
No water quenched such love nor floods drowned it
and my best years went by to unexpexted motherhood
but children's carrussels kept whispering sad secrets from beyound and my heart couldn't be apeaced
Throught the years I became amnesic to rddbba treasures
I wished I was never born
kidnapped sadomized what a small price replacing death!
my babes and me barely alife.
but I thought
of your hands body and eyes on me and I felt all over in you
on a hill aroused,
I felt mentally fast awakene'd
able to show my inner core  feelings and cry openly
but I weeped mostly nights
secretly wistfully
for the nunnery had shot me down five hungry toyless chilhood dead-calm years.
Silenced as orphans are
my spontaniety of first thought responces to most questions failed and you thought I didn't love you! That was wrong!
I thought of your mind bending grassy tearful blues looking in awe at my pictures
my star gazer lover you gazing
at my starry looking eyes
scrutinizing mine absence
unaware of how much
I truly loved thee!
I thought of you arguing with tequila thinking of me
loving me missng me,
face to face thrilling me
patient as your true love can be
marrying me so that not even God could pull us appart

I thought of you thinking of me
and getting hard ons.
Spiritual and physical joys
were presented here
you were the perfect lover
Best husband best father best friend.
in this light your star shines on brightest over me
Oh how I loved thee! no other lover quenched mine vessel
spirit heart and soul!
Reversing the spell of the friendly fortune.
Inwealth trumps outer wealth state.
External wealth of a Kings state;
possessions, land, power
your nation
A lovers worth more then a Kings external internal states.
When in disgrace with fortune and mens eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse
Wishing me like to no more rich in hope
Featured like him with friends possess'd,
Disiring tbis man's Art and that mans Scope,
With what I must enjoy contented least
With this thoughts myself almost dispising.
Haply I think of thee, and then my state,
Like the lark at break of the day arising,
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate,
For that sweet love
Remembered such wealth brings
that then I scorn to change
my state with kings.
By! Shakespare and me
All Rights Revered and reserved.
Dear Rhett Rk J Paul I am sorry
Not a day, Not a day goes by
that I don,t think of you the good mostly The sacred Hill where the Road not taken bent down into the underground and Veracruz
You were the Love of my Life
lavender Jan 2018
you called me "boy" today and I know you were referencing a meme

but this alarm went off in my head saying that someone finally realized that I am not a ******* girl
Hg Aug 2018
from the rose under her nose
a cloud of smoke made its escape

**** girl where you from, i asked
planet of the vapes?

a slow and hateful eye roll
traveled across the room

your jokes are the worst you know
you’re lucky that you’re cute
phoebe fructuoso Oct 2018
under rose quartz skies you’ll find
a girl who always has you on her mind
oh **** im *******
Cece 1d
I forgot how messy crying was.

I’m not talking about those romantic tears in movies, where a single drop rolls gracefully down a beautiful and for the most part unbothered face.
Their eyelashes glitter in picturesque light, they even smile sometimes.

I’m talking about the choking sobs,
the tears that stick to my face, slide to the corners of my mouth so I taste the salt and the hurt and the pain;
When I bite my lips to try to forget, but the blood tastes the same as the tears: like salt and hurt and pain.

I’m talking about how I’m scared to breathe through my nose because my roommate is in the room and I don’t want to bother her;
How I press my other pillow on top of my face, hoping the light from her laptop doesn’t see the darkness in my pain.

I’m talking about how I can’t breathe in through my mouth either because the sadness and pressure choke me, so I barely get a breath in, not unlike an argument that I just can’t win;
When breathing takes effort, energy that I don’t have, because I can’t fight the tears any longer. I can’t fight it.

I’m talking about my whole body shaking silently in panic because I can’t breath but I need to breathe but maybe it would be better if I didn’t but ******* IT I just have to breathe.
I’m panicked and I’m scared and my pillow tastes salty and my face is wet and everything hurts and I’m fighting the tears but they just keep coming and **** I’m making it worse.

I forgot how much of a **** mess crying makes
but I just
I just read poet X and I’m ******* sobbing ******* that book is good
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