"fiances" poems - Hello Poetry

**IMMEDIATELY PLEASE REMOVE ALL OF MY INFORMATION FROM YOUR DATA BASE FORTHWITH. ALSO, ADVISE ANY AND ALL CONTRACTORS, SUB-CONTRACTORS, AGENTS, SUB-AGENTS, AFFILIATES, PARTNERS, COLLEAGUES, ASSOCIATES, CLIENTS, WEBMASTERS, WEB BASED LINKS, WINKS, TWINKS, COLONEL CLINCKS, BOSSES, CO-WORKERS, EMPLOYEES, VENDORS, SUPPLIERS, SALESMEN, ASCCOUNT REPS/EXCS, ACCOUNTANTS, BROKERS, CO-BROKERS, HACKERS, SLACKERS, WHACKERS, JERKS, PIMPS, HOES, HOBOS, BUMS, DERELICTS, DEGENERATES, DOPERS, DEALERS, TWEEKERS, GAMBLERS, RAMBLERS, SOLICITORS, SIDEKICKS, COHORTS, WINGMEN, WHEELMEN, LOOKOUTS, OUTLAWS, IN-LAWS, RELATIVES, FIANCES, GIRLFRIENDS, BOYFRIENDS, FAMILY, FRIENDS, ENEMIES, EVIL NEMISIS', CANVASSERS, INQUIRERS, QUEERS, QUEENS, COWBOYS, KINGS, **** DRAGS, HAGS, HETEROS, HOMOS, TONY ROMOS, FEMALE IMPERSONATORS, (PRE OR POST) MALE IMPERSONATORS, ***** ***** VAN ***** **** VAN **** LESBIANS, LIARS, BUYERS, CRYERS, CIGAR SMOKERS, CARPET MUNCHERS, RUG RATS, TODDLERS, TEENAGERS, YOUNGSTERS, SENIORS, SUCKERS, TRUCKERS, MOTHER shut yer mouth, LAW MAKERS, LAWYERS, ATTORNEYS, JUDGES, POLITICIANS, PECKERWOODS, LEADERS, FOLLOWERS, DISCIPLES, PROPHETS, EVANGELISTS, SAVIORS, SINNERS, SAINTS, SOOTHSAYERS, MEDICINE MEN, GYPSYS, TRAMPS, AND THIEVES, WITCHES, WARLOCKS, VAMPIRES, LYCANS, ZOMBIES, WAR MONGERS, PROTESTERS, SOLIDERS, GENERALS, GOVERNORS, PRESIDENTS, PATRIOTS, PACKERS, LIONS, BEARS, BROWNS, BLACKHAWKS, REDWINGS, RIGHT WING, LIBERALS, OR LAW BIDING CITIZENS, THEY ARE NOT TO CONTACT ME AND LOOSE MY NUMBER. BUT IF YOU SEE MY MOM, TELL HER TO CALL ME. ........................................................................BA-ZING....................................................................**

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Dec 27, 2013

Dec 27, 2013 at 9:47 AM UTC

warner-baxter

SPAMMER SMACKDOWN

**IMMEDIATELY PLEASE REMOVE ALL OF MY INFORMATION FROM YOUR DATA BASE FORTHWITH. ALSO, ADVISE ANY AND ALL CONTRACTORS, SUB-CONTRACTORS, AGENTS, SUB-AGENTS, AFFILIATES, PARTNERS, COLLEAGUES, ASSOCIATES, CLIENTS, WEBMASTERS, WEB BASED LINKS, WINKS, TWINKS, COLONEL CLINCKS, BOSSES, CO-WORKERS, EMPLOYEES, VENDORS, SUPPLIERS, SALESMEN, ASCCOUNT REPS/EXCS, ACCOUNTANTS, BROKERS, CO-BROKERS, HACKERS, SLACKERS, WHACKERS, JERKS, PIMPS, HOES, HOBOS, BUMS, DERELICTS, DEGENERATES, DOPERS, DEALERS, TWEEKERS, GAMBLERS, RAMBLERS, SOLICITORS, SIDEKICKS, COHORTS, WINGMEN, WHEELMEN, LOOKOUTS, OUTLAWS, IN-LAWS, RELATIVES, FIANCES, GIRLFRIENDS, BOYFRIENDS, FAMILY, FRIENDS, ENEMIES, EVIL NEMISIS', CANVASSERS, INQUIRERS, QUEERS, QUEENS, COWBOYS, KINGS, **** DRAGS, HAGS, HETEROS, HOMOS, TONY ROMOS, FEMALE IMPERSONATORS, (PRE OR POST) MALE IMPERSONATORS, ***** ***** VAN ***** **** VAN **** LESBIANS, LIARS, BUYERS, CRYERS, CIGAR SMOKERS, CARPET MUNCHERS, RUG RATS, TODDLERS, TEENAGERS, YOUNGSTERS, SENIORS, SUCKERS, TRUCKERS, MOTHER shut yer mouth, LAW MAKERS, LAWYERS, ATTORNEYS, JUDGES, POLITICIANS, PECKERWOODS, LEADERS, FOLLOWERS, DISCIPLES, PROPHETS, EVANGELISTS, SAVIORS, SINNERS, SAINTS, SOOTHSAYERS, MEDICINE MEN, GYPSYS, TRAMPS, AND THIEVES, WITCHES, WARLOCKS, VAMPIRES, LYCANS, ZOMBIES, WAR MONGERS, PROTESTERS, SOLIDERS, GENERALS, GOVERNORS, PRESIDENTS, PATRIOTS, PACKERS, LIONS, BEARS, BROWNS, BLACKHAWKS, REDWINGS, RIGHT WING, LIBERALS, OR LAW BIDING CITIZENS, THEY ARE NOT TO CONTACT ME AND LOOSE MY NUMBER. BUT IF YOU SEE MY MOM, TELL HER TO CALL ME. ........................................................................BA-ZING....................................................................**

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All the unavailable men come out to play when their significant others are away But every night I go to sleep alone and they return to their homes with their girlfriends, fiances and wives. Then I do this stupid thing yeah, I fall for them- these men with girlfriends fiances and wives I make them choose (hoping they'd choose me) and I always lose to their girlfriend fiances and wives. And I'm still alone and I'll never win I really ought to stop getting involved with unavailable men.

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Apr 1, 2012

Apr 1, 2012 at 8:52 PM UTC

Oceaneyes

unavailable men

All the unavailable men come out to play when their significant others are away But every night I go to sleep alone and they return to their homes with their girlfriends, fiances and wives. Then I do this stupid thing yeah, I fall for them- these men with girlfriends fiances and wives I make them choose (hoping they'd choose me) and I always lose to their girlfriend fiances and wives. And I'm still alone and I'll never win I really ought to stop getting involved with unavailable men.

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My family eats dinner underwater. We bounce between the seats of our chairs and the bottom of the table, we pass the stuffing as it floats off the plate, and no one seems to blink. My parents just talk about how safe it is, here, below the surface. No gay fiances or athiests or postmodernists or liberal Christians. I am the only one with an oxygen tank. “I have never owned a tent that kept the rain out.” My family camps with gear from the 80s. We cook in bare aluminum and eat with volatile plastics, a crusty dining cloth pinned to the warped picnic bench. My feet and head push through the tent wall and into the rain fly. I always wake up wet. “I have never owned a bed that was long enough.” In house 1 and 2, my feet hang off the end of the bed, circulation halted at the ankles by the wooden frame. In dorm 1 and 2, I lie diagonally on the bed, my shoulder hitting the wall. In dorm 3, My feet are pressed flat against the wardrobe. I fall asleep not knowing who I wake up for. “I have never loved anyone I didn't have to.”

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Jan 15, 2014

Jan 15, 2014 at 3:05 AM UTC

frank-sterncrest

Faulty

My family eats dinner underwater. We bounce between the seats of our chairs and the bottom of the table, we pass the stuffing as it floats off the plate, and no one seems to blink. My parents just talk about how safe it is, here, below the surface. No gay fiances or athiests or postmodernists or liberal Christians. I am the only one with an oxygen tank. “I have never owned a tent that kept the rain out.” My family camps with gear from the 80s. We cook in bare aluminum and eat with volatile plastics, a crusty dining cloth pinned to the warped picnic bench. My feet and head push through the tent wall and into the rain fly. I always wake up wet. “I have never owned a bed that was long enough.” In house 1 and 2, my feet hang off the end of the bed, circulation halted at the ankles by the wooden frame. In dorm 1 and 2, I lie diagonally on the bed, my shoulder hitting the wall. In dorm 3, My feet are pressed flat against the wardrobe. I fall asleep not knowing who I wake up for. “I have never loved anyone I didn't have to.”

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I've seen pictures of your old girlfriend on the laptop you let me borrow, I was snooping, looking for something to accuse you of. You told me they had all been deleted (I hadn't asked) you told me everything was gone. I've read messages, happy, hinted, flirtatious coy poetry played between two parts which haven't been officially scripted. "It's weird between us now, isn't it?" berated friendship, bartered love offered in the gaps which remain unspoken yet. He does not speak of her anymore. I have not asked. Was it, unsolicited? Or does she tickle your decadent fancy; you do the honourable thing now and flirt with her behind her fiances back. Each trial has been blond and I fail at not hating every single golden glinted thief who stole something before it was even mine to take. You rise and I darken; I smile sticking needles in your misadvised tongue. Still, these words burn sweeter than those in my head. Something whispers about that girl who just walked past. Inside my crypt things do not look good for me.

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Nov 27, 2016

Nov 27, 2016 at 5:54 PM UTC

ella-gwen

Consume me.

I've seen pictures of your old girlfriend on the laptop you let me borrow, I was snooping, looking for something to accuse you of. You told me they had all been deleted (I hadn't asked) you told me everything was gone. I've read messages, happy, hinted, flirtatious coy poetry played between two parts which haven't been officially scripted. "It's weird between us now, isn't it?" berated friendship, bartered love offered in the gaps which remain unspoken yet. He does not speak of her anymore. I have not asked. Was it, unsolicited? Or does she tickle your decadent fancy; you do the honourable thing now and flirt with her behind her fiances back. Each trial has been blond and I fail at not hating every single golden glinted thief who stole something before it was even mine to take. You rise and I darken; I smile sticking needles in your misadvised tongue. Still, these words burn sweeter than those in my head. Something whispers about that girl who just walked past. Inside my crypt things do not look good for me.

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