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Diana Mendoza Aug 2014
I am not required to love you.
Let's get that straight.
Neither man nor woman
Is obligated to profess
And show their undying love for you,
Just as the sun doesn't revolve around the world,
The world doesn't revolve around you.
A series of acts showing your "kindness"
Is not a contract for a relationship.
The very fact that you have to shout
How you are a "nice guy"
Shows how you aren't;
Kindness doesn't need reassurance.
To be frank,
This whole delusion
Is getting a bit out of hand
(see: the "****** Killer",
a guy so sexually frustated
He killed people
for not giving him the right to get laid).
Maybe, hear me out here guys,
it's not because girls only look for "bad guys".
Maybe we look for soulmates,
Not Good Samaritans with hidden agendas.
This may come off as a shock for some of you,
But all-around goodness isn't equal
to treating girls nicely
Only because you might have a chance.
So if your mating dance
Consists of acting like you're an angel And simultaneously complaining
About the blindness
And insolence of women,
It's high time you should stop.
Put down the fedora while you're at it.
It's become a symbol for gentlemen for you,
But now it's a warning sign for us: "Beware the self-entitling guy!"
Honestly, we cringe every single time.
And darling,
Nice guys always finish last
because they whine
Instead of running.
Nikunj Dec 2012
out from school we came to jmc,
to become what our parents wanted us to be.
with NC we enjoyed harrapan and vedic civilization,
Ashima mam taught us Transition ( paleo to noelithic).
writing 10 sides answer seemed IMPOSSIBLE,
15/25 only left us numb.
coming for hindi at 8:30 was really irritating,
mam's msg of cancelling the class was even m
ore *******.
Tues and wed 8:30 were scolding days,
since frustated JS splited her anger on us.( though i like her lot)
om sai ram and gandhi was KN's department,
though antique, she was another inspiration.
enjoyed Montage for the first time,
Chronicle was the accomplishment for the lifetime.
first year ended so rapidly,
90%ees were satisfied with 60s.
then we met the iron lady of our department (chaddha mam)
she asked questions after every second point.
RS Sharma got replaced by sultans of delhi and Satish Chandra,
every notebook had words like sufi, bhakti and Iqta.
transition frm feudalism to capitalism muddled our heads,
Dobb and Sweezy never left us till the end.( remember jha's ******* :P)
enjoyed boston tea party and civil war in States,
though never understood out of khiljis and tuglaqs- who is great?
****** taught us stress, depression and suicide,
we almost got killed by Bronte's Wuthering Heights!
Orcha trip was another milestone,
Khajurao sculptures turned all of us on :P
pool party with "tinku jiya" was superfun,
each one of us made good connections.
Second year also got over and we entered in our own little world- T9.
everything was new to us,
future tension always bothered us!
Journey to China and Japan with Chakko was great,
though we never grew intellectually and understood decline of Shogunate.
Gazala mam introduced us to napoleon and bismarc,
became our friend. guide and mentor.
Chadda mam took us to royal court of mughals and rajputs,
but Iqta and jagir still confuses us!
Sleeping time came with menon's class,
18th cent and 1857 always bored us. (though i admit she is a great scholar)
we stopped studying and started enjoying life to the fullest,
since history taught us no matter what Peasant is the one who will be suppressed!
Montage 2012 rocked,
DJ Aqeel's ferrari left us in shock!
Postponing and preponing the classes was 3rd year's trait,
petty fights over it were always great.
Since first year we all wanted this day to come,
to wear saree and have FUN.
BUT....
the Farewell day has passed :(
From now onwards... NO cancelling or preponing classes, no prof to scold us, no NSS hours to complete, no deadlines of tuts, no canteen's samosas and macroni, no diwali mela, no Montage and Chronicle, no Ashok bhaiya, no ******* and commenting and last but not the least NO HISTORY HONS 3rd YEARS (2009-2012)
No one realised how these beautiful 3 years passed away.our eyes are wet but heart is content.
just wanted to tell everyone that i will miss you all. though i may have not interacted much with everyone, but I wish you all the very best for your future...

So superseniors,
leave all grudges behind and enjoy the last week of your college life at JMC to the fullest
Jordan stenberg Oct 2013
so i get the one taken from like that now i have no choice

So  what fine **** that i just walk alone   **** it

You see its bad enough that  my life ***** as it is  but why force somebody change everything for their own personal gain

I wont leave you  **** it you wanna take me put me in a casket and dead thats the only way i will leave
Marília Galvão Feb 2013
A chain of controversial versions of myself in a war;
It throws me back into this moment I use to call "I don't know what I'm doing"
One like me searches the perfect golden *** that is always around the corner.
What a big fancy house! Next minute it turns into dust
It makes me weaker every frustated trial, but you see... it's a circle
Suddenly I'm back surrounding the prize. God! excitement
Fantasy, shame on it!
I know what really makes you who you are, who you think you are. It says to me.
You need to set your darkness free, it will eat you up
Should I let the beast out?
Why do I keep locking it in if its only intent is cutting pieces of me, giving them to the hungry outsiders?
The answers are here, but I can't find them
I bet it'is because of your moral rules, my submission to your covered decent laws
Fantasy, shame on it!
Little monster go sponging another host.
Tony Luxton Nov 2017
I watch a small lump of fat
fall to the lawn, surrounded
by birds. A plucky starling
takes it to a quiet spot.

Grandad grew frustated with ploitics
at work. He turned his back,
took his pension,
started working for himself.

Greedy persistent pigeons press
stealing starlings' earnings, pecking,
flapping, asset stripping.

The old man worked night and day to build
business. But the predators swooped,
their beaks and claws tearing at his skin.
They broke his heart. Today we bury him.
looking at the lawn on funeral day
Kaca2020 Dec 2017
That screen that i stare at for hours is my love that provides affection that i desperately need
Im connected to a virtual reality that stimulates my dophamine giving me the will to want to breathe
That screen i stare at provides false hope that i can truly be myself without being ridiculed
I see others just like me halfway across the world being happy to be true to themselves but boy was i fooled

That phone i am always on is a necessity for the survival of my sanity
Its my drug that i take to disalude myself from people and my pitiful reality
Under the black coat is a rainbow tshirt marked pride but i am a prisoner to this phone and this flawed society
I wear a mask to hide my insecurity by avoiding people who will eventually reject me

Ive been told to just because youre not straight doesnt mean you should not love makeup
Im constantly told to be the person society wants to see and the bullshitting comments screws me up
Im frustated about constantly being pressured to be someone im not so my phone saves the day
It takes me to another planet away from everything that makes me miserable and to where im free to be my version of gay

Ive been told to act like everyone else and stop chasing girls that i naturally have affection for
Im a hyperactive 20year old that is sensitive to the darts that pierce my very core
Im an androgonous resilient romantic adult that longs for love and affection
My phone again becomes my coping mechanism to suppress all the insecurity about my identity and societal expectations

I call this phone my lifesaver my love and buddy when i have nobody
I am a loner that is tired of feeling overburdened by how i am perceived by to everybody
This phone rescues me from my own self and takes me to another dimension
I am happy free and unapoogetically myself in my imagination
Fluffy Muffy Jul 2018
The bee came and took you away
I was frustated
Then he took care of you
Nurtured you and protected you
You are now sweet and smooth
Now I am glad he took you
Igor Vizoni Nov 2017
imgine a cup
full of a blessed curse,
And you can take a sip and
**** all that now hurts.
But theres a price you must pay,
if you accept the offer:
you shall drain the chalice
or soon you will suffer.
the poison that fills
is the same as the cure,
just depends if you can take it all
or, if you fall somewhere in the road.
but dont be fooled,
and swallow it all at once.
take your time, learn the lessons
you must find your own dose.
Once drained
your work isnt done;
theres a final step,
the most prickly one.
Dont be frustated
or think i lied to you,
when in the end of the road
you have to face your own doom.
dont let your head down
when all fall apart,
in the remains of your soul
your shall find who you truly are.
dont be scared
when it open your wounds,
just so you can find and rip of
all the spikes inside of you.

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