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julia Jan 7
He has stars in his eyes,
The sparkles like I've never seen before,
He speaks like there are more than just the skies,
The words that comes out I just can't ignore,

And tonight I turn the thoughts  of him into flows of words,
But he deserve to be more than just in sentences,
He is more than just how he looks,
He is more than the cracks in his soul,

He is a living proof that someone can be so broken, yet still be so loving,
I fell in love with those broken pieces of him and that feels amazing.
CK Baker Jan 2017
( i )
I lucked out
on table 4 last night
window seat
baseboard heat
with intimate passages
from Ginsberg
in his purest
and most evident form

Cover-all Carl was draped
in his usual garb
turning pages
of yesterday's news
animating, culturing and bantering
on the fate of the
Greek barber
(in an accent of which
I'm not so sure)

His cronies
looked on
with a twisted conviction
countering
with their own tales
of ingovernance and woe
did you know that Panasonic
lost 5 billion last quarter?


The evening moved
in time lapse
with painted winds,
streaming lights
and a host of
high school girls
running cold

Maleah passed
on her late shift
(checking the pile and trough)
patronized the boys
and called it a night

( ii )
The bald man
is back at it again
bickering at the till
something about
a cold free coffee
or 99 cents
or the coloured guy
behind him who got it hot
a kind Filipino
is trying to get it done
at 8 bucks per,
losing her cool
and shedding a quiet tear

Wonder what the Purewals
or Haitians or Cossacks
would have to say
about this grim public reminder,
wonder what
this sad f*ck
will do tonight...
without his
bus pass
or sling sack
or broken Turkish stems
Petals weaved and laced for limbs,
   Infinity intricately at his feet,
Arrows of lobster clawed feathers,
   Shooting lanterns up the street.

Four corners in black,
   Multiplied with moving tints,
Grey flowing into the endless drift,
   Scissors slicing ribbons,
The final trick played by twins.

Redly lit and pink warmth of a bird's statue,
   Emitting frozen tones,
Evermore catering his fortitude,
   Fleetly plucking each leaf,
Each one falling and bending,
   Into smokey cat-eyed gleam.
© Teri Darlene Basallote Yeo
Universal Thrum Jul 2018
I'm leaving Carly's place after an all day ****** that had me convinced that paradise lay in the legs of Nate's sister wearing a unicorn onesie, and as they put on Sgt. Peppers and lay there the ****** freudian passion play overcame my capacity for archetype observation and I proceeded to walk around the room thanking everybody in that space and time for the gift of starting the **** with Nate's sister, the beat changed and they turned on me and said I needed to give her space, they all became timeless aliens traveling through time to **** and I was one of them coming online in a loop, and as long as I stayed awake I would remember and not be *****. I sat cross legged holding my friend sams hands, looking into his eyes, saying aloud we're creating the universe constructing all as the three smartest people of all time, forever throughout we died but never died, as long as we could stay awake, they all wore red and I couldn't trust any of them, I fired off mad questions and demanded to know the secrets of the universe and why woman wasn't the answer, I called up to nate to bring her down to me, and generally became a raving lunatic
      after some time of sam being soulmate and accepting him forever as my lover self same image, and also calling him **** as im ****, then channeling Brittany through him and countless other regressive exercises, we started inhaling nitrous gas, and the world became one stretched out moment
       and I kept calling out before, all the way up, as it were the secret spell with a handshake to fool the devil
         I thought Nate a mad spirit habituating this plane as a long gone failed hero plagued by the madness of wanting to **** his sister and forced to watch all his friends be aware of their own ****, so that pushed him into clowning, which he is an expert, that primal **** took me up and id taken a holy mandate to **** this beautiful creature and ascend to paradise,
when they slipped her upstairs they left her rainbow onesie, i felt heaven become another step remote and my faith tested, I resolved to be the last awake and never die, I walked up to the attic, and saw the light beaming from the window


            Sam dropped me off at the press grill so I could eat some grub,
then I met up with Tyler for a drink somewhere while he told me his story of meeting a guy in a skyline chilis bathroom drunk at 3 am, he said the guy was standing at the ****** but wasn't *******. Ty asked him if he was done and the guy put Ty in a chokehold with his pants down, according to Ty the cops came in and he was putting clean shots into the guys mug, he is contemplating leaving town before they can indict him for felonious assault, I told him Canadas nice but Venezuela doesn't have an extradition treaty, come to think of it neither does Cuba, but Ty is too proud for that probably
   anyways we meet Carly being a dancing beauty in a high falootin joint with string lights called Julep, the only reason to mention it is because as we were leaving a guy was bent over the rail vomiting and looking wretched he noticed us watching him as we smoked our cigarettes off to the side and immediately decided that he wasn't some kind of side show freak to be gawked at, he became threatening in the most base and pathetic way a human can, and his bride came to tell us to ******* with her father, father of the bride shaking my hand, we eventually left that scene and walked to Oddfellows where I saw Sam Cohan and he bought me a beer, good chap, we talked until I stepped toward Carly, Tyler and a fine looking strange *****
I touched Carly and received an awkward unmemorable introduction to the strange *****. She walked away but lurked and locked eyes with me as the evening rolled on
later Carly told me that the girl demanded to meet the guy who looks like Heath Ledger, a sure fire ****, so Carly is grinding on my **** and my backs to the bar and Tyler already got me a beer, and there I was, a pirate king
I took Carly out after the lights came on, and was going to give Tyler the run of my place, he disappeared into the night and I showed Carly my favorite smelling tree, still in bloom late July, we almost ****** on my car, until I went back to her place and we ****** until $430, rising at noon, I left telling her we had an hour to get ready to journey to Findlay for Jim's wedding
I showered and brushed my teeth and collected my suit and put it on without a tie
I picked up Carly and set out upon the road, but made a quick stop for a bite
two deaf guys ordered in front of me and the kid working the register said my glasses were cool, along the way I was telling Carly the story of how I wore make up for the first time to a middle school dance, and she said she had to *****, I didn't believe her at first until she tried to stick her head out the window half way rolled down, I managed to get it down all the way and wet streaks of human gut waste caught the wind and splattered my window
we pulled over and I went to get her some napkins to clean herself off as I squeeged the car, she tried to wipe the window with the napkins, sweet girl. The wedding started at 3:30 and we didn't have more than five minutes to spare, she found her vape pen 20 minute out as Heather started to send me worried messages, as I was set to read a passage, little did I know that I was leading off the whole affair, I arrived and was quickly rushed to meet the mothers and have a boutonnière pinned to my lapel , the women all looked stunning and I congratulated each in turn as they shoved a program in my hand, Tiffany took me through the drill, we walked up to the stage and took our places on the bench, looking out at the beautiful shining faces,


I was the only one not wearing a tie, but thats not important, I saw Jim and embraced him with all the love I could muster, he looked at me and said that he knew I would make it, that he knew that he just had to trust the flow, and I would appear in the nick of time, the pastor threw his hands in the air and welcomed the families, the mothers lit candles, and then Tiffany looked at me and said that it was my turn, I stepped up to the Beema and gazed out over the crowd, trying to summon something clever, nothing good came to mind and so I opened my mouth and said, "a reading from Genesis" and then put every fiber of my being into reminding the room that it is Gods will that we be fruitful and multiply. I'm told I slammed my hands down for emphasis and let out a hearty amen, a man's man's amen, and turned and took one giant step off the podium with two baby stairs, I gracefully flowed into the bench having averted a complete embarrassment, and then tactfully left the stage with Tiffany after her read.   Jim looked at me after mine with a nod, and I said the word strong, that read cemented my status as a star of the party, and the mojo flowed, I was called the cash guy by the hotel, for checking in as Atlantis Grosshammer, $200 depost, we drank and danced and an old lady came to me to say that I have a beautiful soul
I thanked Jim's father for helping to create my friend, and danced around bottles
the cake was good
I told Carly I always catch the brides garter, at every wedding I've ever been. I saw Jim's men assemble for his toss, I let the men come and put myself in the mix, Jim turned his back and had a misfire,
the temptation to collect it passed all of us by thankfully, and he was set to fire again, it came to me and I snatched it out of the air, cold as ice I walked off the floor only with eyes for Carly not even saying a word to Jim, I put that thing on my head and went back to Jim threw him on my shoulders and swung him around like we were in a broadway musical
two kids playing in the street,
he said its the best moment, and so it goes
Diana Sep 2018
While reading
A romance novel
Being inside the mind of a man
Listening to his thoughts
It makes me create my own
In wonder
Like
I wonder if any guy
Has ever thought of
Kissing my lips
Which he finds perfect
While he's stared at me

I wonder if any guy
Has ever thought of
What it would be like
To be my boyfriend
To be the only guy
In the world
That I could
Hold
Touch
Kiss
That I could trust
That I could love

I wonder if any guy
Has ever thought of me
Long after we've seen
Each other

I wonder if any guy
Has blatantly flirted with me
And grew frustrated
Because I didn't pick up on it

I wonder if any guy
Has found me intimidating
To the point
Where it makes them believe
That I'm out of their league

I wonder if any guy
Believed that I was
Beautiful
Perfect even
That I was the embodiment of everything
They craved for

I wonder if any guy
Made me the topic
Of endless conversations
He had
With his closest friends

I wonder if any guy
Wondered what it would feel like
To have our hands intertwined

I wonder if any guy
Wanted to pour out his heart to me
But thought that my small
Delicate hands
Wouldn't be able to contain
His unyielding proclamation

I wonder if any guy
Thinks that I'm the most perfect girl
They have ever met
And that whoever I end up with
Will be the "luckiest *******" in the world

I wonder if any guy
Spent hours
Over analyzing my response
Or actions
Hoping that they were more
Than just kindness

I wonder if any guy
Had an internal battle
About the words he spoke to me
Wondering if they were
****** or cheesy

I wonder if any guy
Has gotten nervous
Whenever I smiled or talked
To them

I wonder if any guy
Wished that I was his girl
That he could proudly proclaim
His
To the entire world
With bold confidence
In his actions and words

I wonder if any guy
Has ever been hyperaware of my
Every movement
Like you would with a huge crush
That's in the room

I wonder if any guy
Had to fight the strong urge
Of wrapping their arms
Around my waist
From behind me

I wonder if any guy
Snuck secret glances
In my direction
Without my knowledge
Just so he could admire me
From afar
Without me noticing

I wonder if any guy
Looked at me
And silently contemplated
If there was even a guy
On earth
Worthy enough
For me

I wonder if any guy
Has ever been
Overwhelmed or confused
By the unfamiliar emotions
That they receive
Whenever they see or think
About me

I wonder if any guy
Misses the mundane conversations
That we would have
Because they meant
Everything
To him

I wonder if any guy
Has ever been turned on
By the brief
Contact of our bodies
Accidentally brushing against each other

I wonder if any guy
Saw me in public
Didn't know me or my name
But hit his friends
Trying to get their attention
So that he could point me out
Because he found me beautiful

I wonder if any guy
Has ever purposely chosen an outfit
Hoping that it would catch my attention

I wonder if any guy
Had dreams of me
That he wished would be
His reality

I wonder if any guy
Wanted to pursue me
But hesitated
Because he thought
That there was no way
I didn't already have a boyfriend

I wonder if any guy
Has ever been in awe
With everything that I've done
Just because it's me

I wonder if any guy
Decided not to ask me out
Because they thought
That they weren't good enough
For me

I wonder if any guy
Has looked at me
With eyes filled with unspoken love
But mine
Filled with so much innocence
Never truly saw theirs

I wonder if any guy
Admired my ****** features
As I spoke to him
Seconds before coming to to conclusion
That I was beautiful

I wonder if any guy's
Last thought
Before he went to bed
Was about me

I wonder if any guy
Was dying to tell me
That they were in love with me
But felt too scared to do so

I wonder what people think
Those that know
And don't know me
When they look at me

I wonder...
Natalie Mar 2018
late night
dark room
quiet house
mind on you
The Toxic Bitch Dec 2018
Am so angry
Because I know
I know am hurting him
And seeing him like that
Breaks me even more
But I can't
I have nothing else to do
I tried
Everything
But nothing works
He just wants more
And he deserves more
But I think am not the one for him
I don't feel the same way
I can't give him more
And the more I try to be there
He just hopes more
And I can't
And now am angry
Cause I can't do anything
Except act like I don't care
He needs to think
Am the bad guy
Because I am
I wish it was the other way around
So I wouldn't hurt him
But this isn't how it works
I know how he feels
Cause I feel the same way
For someone else
But it isn't the same
I know what's more important
Friendship over anything else
That's how it works
-YY
.24.Sept.2018.
Syv Elena Aug 2018
I like to play horror games
Amnesia was the first one I played
The monsters were scary
The envoirement was eerie
But if I'd call the monster Steven
Instead of scared I'd be merry

Steven was such a funny guy
He looked funny
He walked weirdly
Nothing of him would terrify

The only time he'd scare me was when I'd open the door
Sometimes the jumpscare would make me fall to the floor

Many years I have played these games
Even though I was scared, in the end I'd be okay

That was until I stood next to my brother
He was not yet in his grave
This experience was like no other
It crashed on me like a giant wave

I'd never seen him lay so still
It was hard but I wanted to try
Though I knew it could only go downhill
I wanted to touch his hand one last time

I lowered my body and reached out my hand
I was pretty sure he would scare me right then & there
But my brother didnt move, not even a hair

And I realized at that moment how much I wanted that jumpscare
I lost my brother back in February to suicide. Back then I didn't have the words to say what happened when I stood in that room with my best friend. I told her when I lowered my body that I was waiting for a jumpscare I knew would never happen.

It were very tough times.
To be honest, I still can't handle it.
Jordan LC Murphy Sep 2018
.

Cut me clean as that of a cut throat.
And watch me bleed in silence.
Pull my teeth with no pain killer as I stare cold like a lion.
A concrete wall with no emotions and fists like lightning strikes.
Here I stand a scar laced man forged through the flames of fire.
From here on in there's no way back I'm only aiming higher.
With your help or without it Jack.
I'll take it and I'll fly
But relax...
You've got this kid...
Your a natural diamond guy.
Natalie Jan 2018
my heart races for you,
it goes the extra mile for you,
it passes the finish line for you,
it does all these things for you
and you aren’t even there to cheer it on from the crowd
English Jam May 2018
Drink to the woman who cared for others
Drink to the man who let her die in the gutter
Drink to those who think they have eternal youth
Drink to those who learn but don’t recognise truth
Drink to those who descend to the feet of Malkuth
Drink to those whose only wish is to hang from the roof
Drink to the liars whose only lie was that they were fine
Drink to the colours that dared to be vibrant and different from mine
Drink to the comedian whose pain is well nourished
Drink to the lover whose bruises have all flourished
Drink to the girl who doesn’t know what to believe
Drink to the guy who always feels like he has to leave
Drink to those who killed themselves to start anew
Drink to the crowd of many that thinks it’s a crowd of few
Drink to those who stand for themselves without any legs
Drink to the rich man who still stops and begs
Drink to those who worship God through death
Drink to those who don’t know they’re taking their final breath
Drink to the children who found guns way too early
Drink to the boy who was told he’s too girly
Drink to the saviour who taught peace and love
Drink to those who lived hatred to get above
Drink to the shadows who stayed carefully hidden
Drink to the people of whom the shadows were forbidden
Drink to the victims who were put into shame
Drink to the celebrities who forgot their own name
Drink to the singer who doesn’t know what the words mean
Drink to the speaker who tells stories of things he hasn’t seen
Drink to the majesties whose requests are over the top
Drink to the awkward kids who don’t know when to stop
Drink to the daydreamers lost in a drowse
Drink to the shimmering girl in a torn blouse
Drink to the society that discriminates anyone in its excess
Drink to the forgotten parade of losers, addicts and rejects
Drink to whoever sees love in the dark chapters of our books
Drink to those who are and aren’t obsessed with their looks
Drink to the new generation that abandoned its old pastiche
Drink to all who have and haven’t found their niche
Drink to the beach who had fresh scars each day
And drink to the ocean that washed the scars away

Drink, drink, drink, upon high
Raise your glass, raise your glass high

Cheers.
Clare Veronica Dec 2018
Disappointment
What happened today really made me realize a lot of things about you
Who you really are

I listened to your every word
Like you spat diamonds
But you barely listens to anything I say
All that matters to you
Is your words

I remember the last time
I asked God if I could just marry you
and be with you for the rest of my life
In His reply, God was curt
Because He knew that I knew it can’t happen
He’s told me so many times,
“You know it yourself and in your own heart, there is a better guy for you.”

And my God, God was right.
My gut is always months ahead accurate
My heart will always protect me
Francie Lynch Mar 2018
"Hawking's dead?
That makes me the smartest guy alive!"
                              Donald
RIP Stephen Hawking
Natalie Oct 2018
my feelings are so deep,
so strong
with you.
your feelings are so weak,
it feels wrong
for you.
I turn the other cheek,
I spent so long
on you.
my heart once warm, now bleak,
no longer belongs
to you.
why do you love to mess with my head
onlylovepoetry Mar 2018
Friday night immodesty

theater on East 4th street @ 8:00pm,
so the girlie stuff commences on schedule
90 minuets a-priori and the medley music
(adele+amy+alicia+ pink bach for some zing)
a harbinger, a pioneer Greek heralding of
Friday night immodesty

the clothes laid out upon the bed, the shoes,
pumps selected and already on,
(always a puzzler to me,)
the subdued lower east side jewelry possibilities,
on the dresser drawer,
indifferently hoping for selection, but
casually beaming quietly,
like those kids waiting for interviews in the waiting room
of the college Admissions Dean’s office,
all with serious smiles
and tiny tearing eyes

aside:
helloooooo, I am in a poetry polo with my best jeans ready to go
2 hours before the curtain calls out,
hellooooooo

she sits at the makeup mirrored desk,
clad in only her underneath garments of varying utility,
when I sweep in imperially
and with one hand twist gentle her hair upwards,
betraying
her neck nape which is again
the sujet of a poem aborning

lips,
like a Greek lyre strings, pluck, the tiny hid hairs never seen,
her instant moans at the never fully expected motion poem,
beg more mercy but no quarter given despite repeated cries
of you’ll mess my makeup,
the best defense known to a lady!

god gave men two thumbs to lift up,
simultaneously stimulating,
slide down each of the thin black brasserie strap invitations,
upon each, a writ,
upon her flesh colored shoulders,
stating
“what was she thinking!”

my lips,
now polar explorers, those power (filled) poles side by side,
(east/west for the designer was a smart
bipolar guy-person);
the lips play silent night progressive jazz,
tinkling with higher noted keys,
nape to shoulders moving down to the back’s prefrontal lobe,
the small of her back, the body’s quivering,
a con-federate flag of surrender

her last defense swept aside, we drink honey and milk,
celebrate the week’s mellifluous finish with immodest touching,
the lower east side will belong tonite
to only the hipsters, the millennials,
as our hips are milling and  otherwise
pre-theater and post, occupado

some hours later, watching TV and eating delivered Chinese,
she laterally and literally arm punches my arm
intensely to mark her discontent,
still annoyed,
for I

1) messed up her makeup,
2) best blouse to the dry cleaner and
3) the tickets wasted, and worse,
hits me again!

after I laugh and giggle upon proffering
most modestly, most assuredly,
seconds of
onlylovepoetry

9.21am Saturday
thank you all who liked this tale of
the poetry in the details
of our lives.
olp
Ziayre Michaelis Dec 2018
“I missed this”
Three simple words, innocent enough
Coming from someone who’s innocent.
Coming from you, however,
It’s a vastly different story.

Let’s get something straight right away-
You don’t miss me.
You’re just lonely,
Unable to reconcile your own ****** choices.
Being with me was miserable-
You even specifically told me so.
Or more accurately,
Told me that dating me
Was a huge mistake.
You were never free to do what you wanted
When you wanted it.
**** me for wanting to spend time with you
When you had Facebook to scroll through
Or a project to procrastinate on
Or someone to go help
Or a movie to pretend to watch
Or a friend to meet up with.
How dare I have wanted attention, amiright?

What little time we spent together
Was never alone.
I can’t tell you how many times
I wanted to smash your **** phone.
Facebook absolutely captivated you,
Even though you declared yourself above it all
And claimed nothing on it was Interesting Enough.
But if it wasn’t Facebook
It was a board game forum.
And if it wasn’t that,
It was someone else more Interesting than I.
Usually it was the same four people
One or more of which would always, without fail,
Ask for your company, which you gamely gave.
Which meant you would be gone until, well, who knows?
(3 am, 10 pm, 5 am, midnight, it was anyone’s guess)
Unless, that is I asked you to be home sooner.
And ****, how awful that was!
Being home at one every morning
Was absolutely atrocious for you.
But hey, it’s not like I asked you to just text me
Or, when you couldn’t manage that,
To call me.
It’s not like we fought over that for months
Before you imposed the one am curfew on yourself.
Were you serious, initially? Or was it for shock value?
I honestly don’t know.
Knowing you, it could be either.

Speaking of either,
You could never make up your **** mind.
You always obsessed over doing the ‘right’ thing,
But ‘right’ was a subjective term with you.
Right as in actually good,
Or right as in what benefited you the best?
Was it really right to stay neutral
When told about what your brother did?
Of course not.
Silence only helps the threatener,
Never the threatened.
But you’re rather impressive when it comes to mental gymnastics.
You’ve got yourself convinced that you did nothing wrong.
It’s a shame you didn’t put that much effort
Into making ‘us’ work
When it wasn’t perfectly convenient for you.

What’s this?
Playing the victim, are you?
Poor you, wrapped up in your helpless mother’s *******?
Please. You brought this on yourself.
Despite the fact that it screws over multiple people,
You were the one to invite her in.
You reap what you sow,
And **** did you sow a dramatic mess.
This stressful harvest is 100% your fault.
Don’t act like adopting her was an act of selfless heroism.
It was a selfish act motivated by some notion of faith.
You were afraid of divine retribution if you didn’t take her in,
So you chose to **** on others to save your own skin.
Victim my ***.
You recklessly stomped on many people trying to save her.
You’re not the victim here,
We are.

But now we’re getting off topic.
You told me you missed ‘this’
While we were hanging out.
The iron ***** you had in saying so
Certainly dwarfs the ones between your legs.
What gives you the right to destroy my heart,
**** with my head,
And then think you can just waltz back into my arms?
You betrayed me, threw me away to protect your brother.
And now because your brother left you,
You dare say you miss ‘this’?
Sorry to break it to you,
But I’m going to crush your selfish little heart
Just like you crushed mine.
Who am I kidding? You won’t care.
Like I said you’re just lonely for company,
But not mine.
I guess the simplest thing to say is *******.
So,
*******, Blond man.
I hope you rot in your own loneliness for all of eternity.
Man's got another thing coming if he thinks he can get back with me.
M Clement Nov 2012
**** this dude is annoying as ****
Says the over indulged little man on his
Hipster compy

Can you feel the self-loathing?
Good. Cuz, this is me slitting wrists

Nothing is really that impressive when you write it yourself
I’m never proud of the words
Arranged on paper

But ****, that guy can poet.
**** English, I do whatever I **** well please
Let me chill you.

I’ve heard children be labeled as mistakes
I still can’t believe that.
I could sit here and write salt all day
That **** would still surprise me.
Like a one-legged ****** bursting out of the cake on the 4th of July.
Alyssa Marie Oct 2018
I grew up with a guy,
he made me laugh and we would sing,
he would eat some really weird things.
I knew this guy he had a great smile,
his actions sometimes were like a childs.
I knew this guy who had children of his own,
when he talked about them his face shone.
I knew this guy that wasn't the same,
you knew that he wasn't just from his name.
I knew this guy who had a good heart,
I felt that from the very start.
I knew this guy that isn't around,
he had to leave a Carolina town.
I knew this guy who was taller than me,
but now he is gone unfortunately.
I knew a guy who was so daring and bold,
I am sorry to say he is out stone cold.
I miss this guy I knew so well,
I know there is some things he couldn't tell.
I knew this guy who could charm you away,
we talked as friends back in the day.
I miss his phone calls and his stories,
I knew him in bad days and in his glory.
I knew a guy who believed in sharing,
that guy's name was Darron.
I knew that guy who passed away,
sadly he left one year ago today.
I knew that guy who was really sweet,
I know my life without him has been less complete.
For Darron, RIP
Pixie Ellis Apr 2018
It was nice meeting you.

I bet you didn’t know you’re the first guy I ever tried to hit on. I bet you didn’t know I prepped for this conversation for a week. I bet you didn’t know how deep my heart sunk when I saw you go upstairs with another girl.

Thank you for being the first guy who’s ever flirted with me. Thank you for the pink gin. Thank you for the hand you placed on my back when you hugged me goodbye.

It was nice talking to you.

I know you falling on me was a move, even though you said it wasn’t. I know sitting and listening to the story of how I met J was a move. I know you like L. I know deep down she probably likes you too, I did.

It was nice that you didn’t message me after the party.

But I bet you didn’t know that I would of loved you with my whole heart. That I would of wrote you love letters and made you mixtapes of songs that reminded me of you. Thank you for making me realise that the right guy will come along, but that guy isn’t you. I know I’ll always be that girl at the party who’s name you can’t remember, or face you can’t place but I don’t lie.

It was nice meeting you.

I hope one day we’ll meet again.

— p.d.e
w y n n e Nov 2016
20
Being around you was hard
I was constantly reminded of how good you are for me,
Too good to be good for me, too perfect for words and better than all I need
I knew it from the start
I know that I don't deserve nor feel deserving of such goodness
and I'm nothing more than a ******* to your rainbows
and that's okay,
because some things that are too good should remain untouched

You're a perfect guy
The type of guy that
when I think of how good you are
I'll do anything to fit and meet those standards

You're an ideal guy
The type of guy that exists in modern world
But lives in mysterious way
And I'll be your faithful chauffeur and companion

You're a dream guy
The type of guy that
when I dream of you and wake up,
I desperately try to fall back asleep to be able to see you again

But I don't need a perfect guy,
I don't need an ideal man,
I don't need a dream guy because I am not dreaming,
I don't need a perfect guy because you wouldn't fit in my imperfect life
Nor do I need an ideal man because I am living in reality
and what I need is a real man

A real man that will never ever leave me
and you're not that man
You are not man enough to love me
Not even brave enough to fight for me
Hanna Sep 2018
When were you ever going to wake up
When I was gone
Married
Had children

He never thought he had died
In a way he had
He forgot how to be alive


Now he did
What he thought best
In the way only he knew he could
He was just doing better than the man before him
Working hard
Kissing his wife on the cheek
Always reminding me to be meek

Having pointless conversations
With even more pointless people
Your allusion that they knew you
But you couldn’t let them rule you

You always told me to quote fire
To stuff my eyes with wonder
But you wouldn’t relish
In your own advice
Suffering silently was your best advice


You always had your island
I was always waiting on the bridge
When will the time come when I can finally be let in.
L B Aug 2018
You looked much prettier with long hair.
Don’t be like that, show me a smile
It’s better to have a more natural
look your arms are so hairy! Hairier than mine

Not rowdy or older than myself but definitely
confident and intelligent and maybe even
‘quirky’ as long as she’s thin
and kind. Because I don’t like fat girls

how to find your dream woma
where to find dream woman online free

I think I’m still in love with Grace but
she ignores and blanks and shuns me even
after I shared so much yet
she doesn’t even seem to care

hey
I’m verrru drunk
I see u
the little green dot next to your name haha
night then iguess

I think I just hate women and that
****** insipid conceited *****
couldn’t tell a good guy if
he cuffed her clean
across the cheekbone
and spat in both her eyes
I wrote this after having to listen to and try to sympathise with a boy who seems to think women owe him the world. It reminded me of the hate and rage within the 'incel' community and the very real danger this poses to women at the receiving end.
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