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Christina Hale Mar 2018
Haha haha
Sometimes that's all the words or sounds that comes out of my mouth
So shy or scared to say anything else
It's just that I get anxious around people that I'm not familiar with
So my mind goes blank
Oops, oh well can't think
Haha haha
So I laugh
Most people think I'm weird for that
Others think I'm laughing at them
But the laugh makes up for what I would say if I knew what to say
****, I would like to have a nice conversation
But there's just so much frustration
What to say, how to say, when to say
Haha haha
But that's all that ever comes out
Well at least until when I get to know you
But nooo, you don't know what it's like
Haha haha
To have these instead of words come out of your mouth
Hello Too Sep 2015
I used to cry  haha
I used to laugh  haha
I used to be angry  haha
I used to be nervous  haha
I used to be inlove  haha
Now, That's a poem.  **Haha
haha
Torin Galleshaw Apr 2016
Reality is pretty funny
Between the strains and pains
And hunger pangs
And people who think bangs still look good
When they never did
Not even in the eighties

I've just been looking for happiness
And I found it in the most unlikeliest of places
A morbid place of loss and sorrow
Called Burger King
I bought some onion rings
And they were crispy enough!!!!!

Still I lose
Still I hold onto
What I never held in the first place
And I lose my faith
And I lose my hope
But I still find a place for humor

I still laugh

And I'm the king
Who you want to be
I'll have empty hands and empty pockets
But everything is mine

So grab those onion rings
With both hands
And let the crispness guide you
I may have lost my mind, at least I'm still happy
Sayer Mar 2015
walls or no walls,
(take out cash)
walls or no walls
(break out, then dance)

remember childhood
(delete, and *******)
remember teenage years
(you're still 18)

walls or no walls
kick me to the side of the curb,
let me bleed out while you laugh
laugh because it's hilarious
spit on my face because
it probably gets you hot
probably because it's funny

two times on the ruined field
frustration and ******* (both of us)
**** me with silence
while I search for serenity  

walls or no walls,
deep inside is my soul
I want to try again, but I can't
and I can't make this any better

walls or no walls,
walls or no walls
walls or no walls
walls or no walls

when you skim down to the good part,
there is no good part,
there is no time where it is good
when everything isn't some
cry for attention or
****** pseudo-intellectual *******
you like to push on people
or at least I imagine you pushing on people

and I sit and try to remember that
this is not a venting machine
that poetry should be imagery
and metaphors and beauty or even anger
with imagery of the sun (walls or no walls)
and stars and how stars are
like the souls of people when they die
and we're all a ******* star
haha-haha-haha-haha
but that's not true (nothing is true)

I bet you didn't even notice
that I want to become what I never
wanted to become and I bet you don't
care when you hear on the news
that I was not successful and I
was not good and I had no more
imagery left no more imagery left from a few
years ago where I thought I liked
to write this stuff and I stuff my mouth
full to make myself shut up because holy Jesus
I don't want to be an *******,
I don't want to be a horrible person
But I've already messed it up

In a month, on the same day,  it will be our 19th birthdays
I remember I thought that was so cool,
and I wished on 11/11/2011 that we would be together forever
haha-haha-haha-haha
we will both be 19,
but I will not wish you happy birthday because
I was afraid you wouldn't either,
and you probably wouldn't care,
just like how I don't care about this anymore

hey, it's great that no one knows what they want to do, except you
except you
except your happy
hypothetical
*******
marriage.               (good)bye
I'm done
Bill murray Feb 2016
Take a ticket
Click it or ticket
Yet meanwhile, back in police land
They chuckle

Knowing neither one of them
Wear a seatbelt. Haha they say
We can write tickets
Everyday. We could steal
The passerbyers drugs to.
Hey maybe give em a jails stay,
Haha haha
We blue men say!
Cameron Banowsky Dec 2016
I just want to feel
depressed today
just let the feeling
of life
dissipate

I just want to feel numb today
don't want to cry
no
crying feels great

judge me
say you know my struggle
well *******
and your plastic bubble

oh haha
time well spent
I will see hell before I am sent
oh haha
time well spent
I will eat god before
i repent

preachers and priests
will burn in hell
because there they'll find
they have nothing left to sell
preachers and priest go burn in hell
at least there you have no one left to sell

well

oh haha
time well spent
feeding your fear to the ignorant
oh haha
time well spent
I'll see you in hell, when you are sent
Made an adjustment to fit better with music.  I believe the modification makes the song more relevant to the way I feel now than the way I had felt at the time of its inception.
KA Poetry Nov 2017
Di tulisan kali ini gue mau ngambil kesempatan untuk nulis beberapa hal tentang gue. Maaf ya kali ini curhat sedikit hehehehe.
Sebelumnya gue mau bilang terima kasih untuk readers poetry gue untuk meluangkan waktunya membaca karya karya gue yang belum bisa dibilang bagus lah, tapi gue nerima banyak banget message positif tentang poems gue dan gue berterima kasih yang sebanyak banyaknya untuk itu. Terima kasih untuk kalian yang udah buat beberapa poems gue sempet trending beberapa kali, masuk ke homepage, views dan superlike yang banyak, dan lain lain. Well we accomplished some achievements and i would like to thank you about that!
Oke sekarang balik ke topik. Sebelumnya gue pengen ngenalin diri gue ke kalian. Nama gue Muhammad Kevin Onassis dan gue adalah seorang Entrepreneur sekaligus seorang mahasiswa. Sebenarnya gue baru nulis ini sejak gue SMA tingkat 1, namun itu untuk gue aja sih tulisannya. Baru go public seperti ini saat masuk masuk kuliah. Mungkin beberapa dari kalian yang kenal sama gue pasti heran kenapa gue bisa nulis kayak gini, It's like it's not me right? hahahhaa. Well gue dari dulu gk pernah bisa curhat dengan banyak orang. Bukan banyak orang sih tapi yaa ke semua orang kayaknya! haha. Maka dari itu gue melampiaskannya dengan menulis.
Sekarang gue kuliah di binus alsut, mungkin beberapa dari kalian udah pada tau ya binus alsut HAHA ( sombong ). bagi yang belum tau bisa search google kok itu dimana dan gimana kampusnya. Mungkin mau konsultasi ke gue untuk masuk ke Binus, yuk monggo hit me up in dm (?)
OK NEVER MIND HAHA AGAK NGELANTUR!
Back to topic, gue itu punya beberapa mimpi sih dan alhamdulillah beberapa dari itu sudah tercapai. Gue dulu bermimpi kalo gue ingin jadi CEO dari company gue sendiri saat gue SMA dan yea! sekarang gue jadi CEO dari 2 company gue yaitu PT Argan Onassis Oil & Co. dan PT Onassis Oil & Co. Alhamdulillah semua itu berkat keluarga gue yang support banget sama karir gue. Berawal dari 0 sampai ya alhamdulillah bisa lah. Tapi itu bukan mimpi utama gue sih. Mimpi utama gue itu adalah untuk pacaran sama temen gue. Well sebenarnya dulu itu sempet deket bgt dan setelah ada beberapa problems yaa jadi agak renggang sedikit. Jarak dia dan gue itu lumayan jauh. Memang ya jarak itu jahat, bisa membuat semua yang mungkin jadi agak mungkin. Meskipun itu gue gak pernah nyerah. Baru-baru ini gue sempet contact an lagi sama dia dan yea i think she's awesome. Kita sempat berbicara tentang kehidupan kita masing-masing bagaimana, sulitnya kehidupan sebagai mahasiswa yang teladan, mimpi-mimpi yang ingin dicapai, sempat catchup sebentar sih tapi yaa we don't wanna waste our time just to look the past right? haha. Jadi bisa dibilang gue seneng bisa contactan sama dia lagi, ya walaupun masih singkat singkatan dan seperlunya sih.. tapi awal mula yang bagus bukan? gue itu sangat mendambakan dia ( ciaelah bahasa poets dibawa2). Dia itu bagi gue adalah tipe yang masuk disegala kriteria gua dan yang paling penting entah apapun yang terjadi, dia itu kayak selalu ada di bilik kecil hati gue. Gak tau kenapa setiap malam gue pasti keinget dia. Bertanya-tanya gmn ya kabarnya dia, baik baik aja gk dia, gmn ya dia sekarang, dan lain lain deh. She's literally the best so far. Gue pernah ngejar sekali dan belum sempet nembak sih, kyknya kalo nembak dulu ditolak juga haha. Secara gue dulu adalah dikenal sebagai anak yang bandel ( bukannya bangga ya ). Kerjaan gue bolak balik ruangan kepsek dan selalu dapet sesi curhat bersama kepsek tercinta. Kepseknya baik bgt sih sama gua, dan gue juga baik bgt sama dia, jadi ujung2nya bukan dimarahin tapi kayak ngobrol biasa aja gitu.You know, like a friend to a friend talk. Nah karena itu mungkin dia gk ada interest ke gue, so i've decided since then i promised my self untuk melakukan self improvement karena gue tau kalo gue adalah orang yang tidak baik untuk dia atau siapapun itu. So, gue sedang tahap proses memperbaiki diri sendiri dan gue belum bisa nilai sejauh mana pencapaian gue but gue dapet respon positif sih dari temen2 lama dan juga temen2 yang kenal gue bilang kalo gue tuh agak berubah. Well tbh gue seneng ada sekeliling gue yang masih merhatiin gue. And for that, it makes them a good friend of mine and for sure gue akan do good things to them too. Jadi sekarang gue sudah punya usaha, mandiri, tinggal selesain kuliah dan semua itu tinggal sisa satu misi. Yaitu ngejar dia lagi dan inshaAllah bila jodoh, gue bisa dapetin dia. amin ya Allah! mohon doa nya ya guys!! Maaf kalo kali ini gue gak nulis poems but gue janji malam ini atau besok malam gue akan buat lagi! terima kasih untuk membaca curhatan gue ini dan semoga hari kalian indah!
12/11/2017 | 16.46 | Indonesia
Ariel Taverner Mar 2014
You dont understand
We do

how can you use words like that
you have no idea what it means

Guess the trick is to find out
Wether you are you or we

you think you do though
meanwhile what passes your lips is a lie

You can also change
From you to we

maybe not a lie to you
but a lie to reality

But why does it have to take a catastrophe
For you to become we

you say things callously
not caring

Just release your arrogance
And destroy your ignorance

if you dont understand you might as well slit your wrists

dude im so depressed

I feel so sad

ag man just go commit suicide or something haha

Haha

haha

Yeah haha thays all
Do not say things if you cannot comprehend it
aphotic blue Apr 2017
Isang pekeng mundong, pwede gawin ang lahat.
Masasabi **** masaya pero hindi pa sapat
Sa mga kulang na kaligayahang naibigay,
Dahilan ng mga kalungkutang palaging nakabantay.

Hindi ko alam kung bakit ako andito
Napadpad sa isang mundong wala namang puno't dulo
Oo, masasabi kong totoo masaya dito
Pero bakit tuluyang nagbabago?
Para sa rpw, rp life gives me lesson hahaha. ©aphoticblue
GulRukh Oct 2017
Did you just say i love you
or it's in my head?
Haha, why would you say it
cause you think  I am ugly, I am bad
and I dont listen to your mother
cause I am too busy with my own self and it makes her mad
Did you just touch me
or it's in my head?
Haha, why would you love me
cause you always come near to hit me even in bed,
your hands always touch my face to slap, you want me dead.
Your hands were hard and they never stopped no matter how many tears I shed,
sometimes my healed scars fills me with dread.
Did you just say you miss me
or it's in my head?
Haha, why would you miss me
when I was never part of your life,
I am just a story unread.
Did you just say don't leave
or it's in my head?
Sigh, why would you say that
when I know your cell phone is more dear to you than me and I remember every word that you said.
It's like I am under your debt
now I am slowly coming out of red.
love and abuse
Yenson Aug 2018
Why hold me responsible for the bad choices you made
Why make me a scapegoat for all your mistakes
Why vent your spleen on me
Why blame me for your inadequacies and insecurities
Why project your arrogance and ignorance on me
Then deviously politicize your shortcomings

" There but for the Grace of God goes I"

I walked each day to school with sandals held together with rubber bands
I received six of the best for un-submitted assignments or getting answers wrong, or misbehaving or not having required tools
I stayed up nights after nights studying for most-pass exams
I forego parties and relaxing outings to stay behind and study
I left home at 17 to another Country without my parents to continue

I saw my 18 year age mates owning cars, driving around having fun
I did not resent them or envied them, stole from them or burgled their houses.
I saw successful young men in their 20s and 30s running businesses
doing well, I did not resent or envy them or stole anything from them or burgled their houses.
Rather I thought, if I worked hard, get my degree, get a job, I too will
one day, be like them.

While studying I worked as a casual staff in Night Bakeries, in 24
Hours Car Parks
In Night Factories sorting rags for cleaning machinery.
I had college mates going to Disco and having fun, going to pubs
and having fun
I did not resent or envy them, I just thought soon, if all goes well
I'll be able to join them or do fun things too.

I put in the shrift and the graft, I made ****** sacrifices, I paid my
dues and earned my spurs
Then when I got my job, my car, a wife and success.

You and your indulgent, insolent, arrogant disaffected malcontents
with your strangulated anodyne corrupted version of Socialism
come along.
Justifying Theft and indulgent anti social behavior, screaming
Privilege, Silver spoon and Inequality and Greed.
Prattling " There but for the Grace of God goes I"
Because I told thieves and Scroungers what to do with themselves.
You talked of trading places and went on to destroyed every thing
I worked hard for and stood for.

Churchill quoted " "Socialism is a philosophy of failure, the creed of ignorance, and the gospel of envy, its inherent virtue is the equal sharing of misery." - Winston Churchill.

He was so right and you and your despicable gangs have proved it.
The Modern world is no longer falling for your crazy ideaology
and you and your deluded ideas will soon be forever in opposition

And my only consolation is, apart from still standing after all the unjust and horrendous things you've done to me and my wife

NOT ONE SINGLE ONE OF YOU CAN EVER BE THE MAN I AM

You know it and I know it and there lots out  there that knows it  too

SHAME, SHAME, SHAME ON YOU......
Dallas Allen Aug 2013
haha hehe i am glad i am me
if i was him i would have you
and we were never meant to be
my heart for you just isn't true

Yea i be your spies are telling you about me
and what i am saying about your lies
i lost friends and sleep cause of how you try to be
guess they do not see the evil behind your eyes

their mistake not mine
and dang how you aren't fine
its only a matter of time
before your turn to dine

in hell without all your friends to protect you from the cold
maybe this will only happen when you are old
but deserved it will be
dang i am glad to be me

haha hehe i am glad i am me
if i was him i would have you
and we were never meant to be
my heart for you just isn't true

To your unlucky mate
when she asked you to date
you should have said no
but what do i know

just rember that man
I'll be there for you as a friend
if you ever become in need
and not cause it be a good deed

but because your a good guy
and i wouldn't even let you die
if it is within my powers
down till my last hours
i wish you the best
and you past your true test

endurance

now yes i know that you cheated on me,
and i cannot really care
because i know that i am finally free
and life is life and its normally fair

so when your spies
are busy spreading your lies
and finally report this to you
know the with you i am through

with the lies you tell everyone
and laughing at your stupidity
and i am going to have fun
so later  ;)
the things i come up with on the bus XD
L B Aug 2018
You looked much prettier with long hair.
Don’t - give me that, show me a smile
it’s better to be natural oh!
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
stupid 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.
Caz Nov 2014
god, just fill me
fill me with your love
fill me with yourself
fill me with anything thats not what i feel now

i know im selfish

im hoping you’re sad
hoping you’re distraught even
i hope you’ve cried
i hope you’ve mourned the things we never did

luna

no. no.

newcastle
edinburgh

god what’s the point

i hope you’re as sad as i am
worse ?
i hope i hope
i wish i wish

i wish tuesday never happened

the part where everything stopped
the part where the red string was cut

oh god, and writing this

writing this, i remember

“soulmate”, you said

“soulmate”, after such a short time

well if i am your soulmate, as you lied said
things will be okay
we’ll get back
back from the nothing

the red string was never cut
it has a knot, it got tangled
like the movie you never saw

that red string that ties us together
red as your hair
that red string
if you were right
you probably weren’t
it is tangled, never broken, never cut, always there

haha writing this

writing this has given me some sense of ****** up optimism
three poems in one day, god, how pathetic
all because of some **** you said in the early hours of the morning, delirious
delirious on us, just as i was

“soulmate”, you said

soulmate

I’ll hold on to that.
27th Nov 2014, all bolded lines should be striked out.
Yenson Jul 2018
Yes, its the year twenty eighteen and not Nineteen forty-four

but comrades and friends, hear me out for I know not what to do

Do be kind and laugh you not, or raise your eyes or snigger like fools

the problem is, like Duke Philip, Mark Philips, Snowdon and Mike Tindall

I have known a Royal Princess for years and really like her very much



She is so sweet and nice, ever gentle, warm, kind and thoughtful

smart and clever, fun and playful yet regal and charismatic

and it is said, pardon moi, she has the sweetest honey ***, to boot

I know she fancies me too, for her intense eyes and actions tells me so

we talked, we joked, drink and laugh and share little tender touches



She lives in a grand little apartment and drive a lovely old car

well read, witty and engaging, she's fun and very good company

She,s impressively intelligent with a wide grasp of social issues and life

very versatile, she can turn her hand to anything and does things well

above all, she's a people's person, always sensitive to the needs of others



Alas, that was then, for now in months, we no longer see or speak

for I am a coward, right through and thorough and not very bright

You see I am, though no longer said, a commoner born and bred

and to me and my kith and kin, its always has been 'us and them'

And from birth, our tradition states, never the twain shall meet, so there!



For if I show my real feelings to my Princess and be real, nice and warm

I shall, by my lot be accused of being impressed by 'them snotty lot'

If I show I really care and want to be close and spend time with her

my lot will mock me to high heavens and call me a toady brown-noser

They will scream, crawler, fawner, he's just a flunkey and a groveller



Again, if with her I am real and natural as with all I know in my circle

they will say I am an arduous social-climber, being what he's not

And to boot, were I to be true to myself and have who I really want

I will be ******, shunned and labelled, a big 'Gold-digger,' true

Look at him, betraying his roots and all for shinning lucre from them



So being the coward, under-confident, paranoid, insipid under-achiever

traits, you all know and have, inherited from birth along with you all from our class

So what else to do, but drive my kind, real and genuine Princess away from me

I had to behave rude and shabbily to show I had no regard for 'them Royals' ones

I shouted and scorned to indicate I have no respect for any 'regal' whatever



Its all show with us, so I put on a good show and reported back to my lot

oh, I farted in the Princess' face and took the **** as we spoke, hahaha

Oh, I stood over the Princess and shouted and raved in public, hahaha

oh, I ignored her calls and never text or call her back, hahaha hahahaha

Oh, do you know, I shouted and slammed the phone down on her, twice, haha...haha



Wow, did I win bragging rights or what, I did not betray my roots, I tell you

I walk amongst my lot now with pride, and I can see they are all impressed

Some idiot said, hey! isn't the Princess just another human like you

did she treat you like that, are you not intelligent enough to see past labels

Have you ever heard, 'Do unto others as you want them do unto you'



Alone by myself, I feel ashamed, I think about her and wished I'd behaved differently

but what could I do, what's the right and correct thing to do in this situation

I am weak, I always need others, not confident enough to stand up for myself

Though educated, I am not intelligent enough to be self-assured, fair and measured

And all my insecurities means I need others attention, kinship and approvals



I love 'showing off', I think most of us do it to make up for our inferiority complexes

Nothing beats being able to say, I disrespected those toffee-nosed ones

Though my Princess was very down to earth and never haughty, she is still one of them

But I have to be a working class hero or be shunned and given grief by my lot

After all, I am not Royal and made of sterner stuff. we are not born and bred that way

Hahaha.....hahaha....hahaha........yeah, I'm the man! Who's your daddy, people?



Copyright LaurenceA. 14th June, All rights reserved.
Adeline Dean Jul 2013
Haven't made a heart to heart blog post in a while..

So recently a friend of mine messaged me on kik. We kinda drifted apart, but all the same we drifted back again .. You know that feeling?

She's asked me about how I was and what new things we going on in my life and then out of know where she asked me how I got into what I do, that , for those of you that don't know, is makeup.

It a happy, funny, weird story all at the one time.

As some of you already know, when I was 5 my parents died and I moved to Paris with my nan (<3) and she always wears red lipstick, even to this day. Lipstick , red lipstick to be more exact, was only worn by the higher class women and was generally quite expensive. Us Dean family have a ... Tradition I suppose. When a mother gives her child her very first red lipstick it means that she, in the eyes of the family, has matured and such not blah blah blah. Anyway. I didn't have my mom to do that ,so my nan took that role instead.

At the ages of in and around 14 I started wearing makeup, but never in public, my nan wouldn't allow such things. I always tried to copy her make up , because she was the only female figure I had as a child , and the only person I ever respected. Even to this day my makeup is still like hers , she notices that ever time I visit haha ~

I started posting picture of my makeup ideas on my old facebook about 3 years ago and one day a represtentive from Lancôme called me and asked me to work for them , I said yes. I told my nan that day and she gave me my first red lipstick and I still have it to this day

je t'aime Nana <3
Lizley Mar 2019
Did you hear that?
Violence against violence;
Arrogance against arrogance;
Can you see it?
Pure evil—
Monsters your imagination
is even afraid of;
Do you feel it?
It's here—
Madness.
HAHAHA!
Haha!
huh.
© Lizley (Maria Flordeliz Yamog)
|03.21.2019|
The world has gone mad. :'(
Madeysin Apr 2015
Prince Eric goes to school,
He has curly hair,
Buys cheap cars & sells them,
He's rich.

You're not trying to,
You wired maniac,
I was trying,

Yall are anoyying
Imagination
Marisa Lu Makil Apr 2015
Jealous? Me?

Jealous that you love her more?

Jealous that you let her kiss you?

Jealous that you care about her?

Jealous that you don't lecture her?

Jealous that you don't play with her emotions?

Happy, sad?

Angry?

Jealous that you
Treat her better?

Haha hahaha.

Yeah.

I'm jealous.
Jey Oct 2015
Isang araw, muntik na naman akong nagpakatanga. Isang araw, naisip na naman kita. Isang araw **** ginulo ang isip ko. Isang araw, binalik-balikan ko ang masasakit na alaala mo dahil isang araw, biglang iniwan mo ako.

Iniwan mo ako… at mula noon ilang araw akong wala sa sarili. Ilang araw iniisip ang mga dahilan kung bakit ka umalis. At kung bakit hindi ako ang iyong pinili. Ilang araw na akong nagbakasakali na maiisip **** ako na lang. Ilang araw na patuloy na umaasa sa pangakong babalik ka… “Babalik ako, bigyan mo ako ng isang linggo.” Ilang araw pa at naghintay ako, naghintay ako kahit alam ko na kung sino ang pinili mo.

Isang tanong na patuloy na gumugulo sa aking isipan. Isang tanong na hindi masagot nino man. Isang tanong na hindi ko makalimutan. Isang tanong na wala naman talagang kasagutan. Isang tanong, “Mahal, bakit mo ako iniwan?”

Hindi nga lang iniwan kundi iyo naring kinalimutan. Kinalimutan agad na parang walang pinagsamahan. Puta isang buwan, ganyan, isang buwan nga lang naman. Marahil naging mabilis nga ang mga pangyayari pero ipapaalala ko lang sa’yo ikaw – ikaw ang naunang nagbukas ng pinto. Ikaw ang naunang nagsabi ng “Mahal, bakit di natin subukan?” At sumubok ako. Lumaban tayo.  Ngunit pagkatapos ng lahat ay ano? Wala, wala nga palang tayo.

Alam mo, ito na marahil ang pinaka-tangang nagawa ko sa buhay ko. Sa sobrang ganda at saya kasi parang pwede nang isulat bilang isang nobela, baka nga bumenta pa sa Wattpad eh at ititulo ko “Tinidor” o kaya “Alexa”? Haha.

Pero sa sobrang sakit din parang pang-soap opera. Kaya bakit ganun? Bakit parang ako lang ang nasaktan? Bakit parang ako lang ang nasasaktan? Bakit parang ako lang ang nahihirapan? Bakit parang ako lang nagmahal? Bakit ako lang? Bakit? Ah alam ko na… kasi hindi ako ikaw.

Hindi ako ikaw, ikaw na naging pipi sa pagsigaw na ako ang mahal mo. Ikaw na naging bulag sa pagtingin sa kung sino ang nandito. Ikaw na naging bingi sa mga salita niyang “hindi kita gusto!” Ikaw na pilit umiwas sa maliliit na eskinitang daan papunta sa puso ko. Ikaw na naging duwag sa pagtangkang sumabay sa daloy ng ilog na magdadala sa atin sa bukas.

Hindi ako ikaw. Ikaw na nagdulot lamang ng bagyo sa aking mga mata. Ikaw na nagdala ng lindol at bumulabog sa mundo ko. Nagdala ka lang ng buhawi ng hangin na paikot-ikot lang at kahit sinisira mo ang lahat, nahihigop mo pa rin ako.

Ikaw. Ikaw pa rin ang bumitaw. Ikaw pa rin ang bibitaw. Sa kabila ng lahat ng kasawiang dinala mo sakin. Oo. Ako na yung tangang nagmahal pa rin sa’yo.

Ako na ang mabibingi at sa kalaunan ay magiging pipi, sa pagsigaw na mahal kita. Ako ang magiging bulag sa pagtingin sa iba dahil sa’yo lang mahal, sa’yo lang ako susubaybay. Oo, ako. Ako naman ang magiging bingi sa mga salitang minsan mo na  din sinabi sa akin, “hindi ikaw ang gusto ko!” At ngayon alam kong, hinding-hindi yun magiging ako. Ako ang sisiksik sa maliliit na eskinitang daan sa puso mo. Ako na ang lalangoy at sasabay sa daloy ng ilog maging sa hampas ng alon kahit wala ka na sa bukas na kahahantungan ko. Oo, ako.

Ako na ang nagpakamartir na harapin ang matitindi **** hangin. Ako na ang trainer wheels sa iyong bike. Ako na ang band-aid sa bawat sugat na iniwan ni Alexa, mga halik sa sugat na magpapatigil sa dugo. Ako na ang unan **** sa gabi mo lang nakikita, sinasandalan tuwing pagod, may problema, mahihigpit na yakap tuwing luha’y di tumitigil.  Ako na yung huling stick sa pakete mo ng sigarilyo, inosente’t di ka sasaktan, pero iba pa rin ang pinili mo.

Masyado nang mahaba ito, kaya tutuldukan ko na. Kasabay ng pagtutuldok sa masasaya at mapapait **** ala-ala. Kasi ngayon ako naman ang napagod na maghintay. Ngayon puso ko na naman ang unti-unting namamatay.  Pero hindi ko ito hahayaan kasi mali eh, sabi nga ni Trixie, “nasaktan mo lang ako, pero hindi mo ako napatay.”

Hindi ako ikaw, ikaw na tanga kasi pinakawalan mo ako. Mayabang man kung maririnig nila pero oo gago, ang laki **** tanga dahil iniwan mo ako. ‘Wag kang hangal kung sasabihin **** hindi siya ang pinili mo kundi ang sarili mo dahil alam natin pareho at sa kanya ka pa din babalik. Ito lang ang masasabi ko sa’yo. Minsan subukan **** maging ako.” Para alam mo kung gaano kasakit. ‘Wag kang mabuhay sa parang. Sa parang sa’yo, pero hindi. Parang kayo, pero hindi. Parang mahal ka, tanga hindi.
Uni(berso)
1:05 AM
August 5, 2015

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Cathyy Feb 2016
Flashback,
To that time we played blackjack
I was impressed by your ability to shuffle all the cards just like that,
&then; you showed me a magic trick with pistachio shells
Oh what a friendship it is when someone buys you peanuts and opens all the shells

Yeah confession;
You're in my sci fi screenplay
I think I wrote about you in the most innocent way
And theres a song that,
I currently have on replay...
And a smile that can't help but shine when I see your face
What a moment it is when you're sitting there on the bus and you just want to photograph it

Life's a chess game, and now its your move..
I'm standing on the front line,
I'm giving my horsey to you (haha)
Oh this life's a chess game,
One wrong move and I'll lose....
But here right now we're at a stalemate
All my pieces were going but the piece that remains, patiently waits
For you..
Oh with you I never want the game to end so soon

And I know that we can't fall in love
Cause we've got different ones for us
But what a friendship it is when none of that matters no more..
You're the chess opponent I've been waiting for,
You are.
Really like this one, its one of my best from this year in my opinion! Really personal references..
Larissa Aug 2015
"What are you up to?" his simple text said
"Just eating cereal and laying in bed."
"What if I was with you." He responded with ease, "I guess I'd get more cereal if i please" and that's when he said it, that simpering lad, that stupid response that makes us all mad.
My mind filled with dread,with a twist in my gut,
I picked up my phone then read "Haha,then what ;)"
"And then what?!" Shocked by his assumptious pleas,
"Leave me alone, I'm begging you please"
And just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, he muttered those three dreaded words. Yes, I kid you not. That little *****.
I opened his message that read "pic 4 pic?"
The I retorted: "No do not send your unsolicited 'pics', I can surely see past your little tricks."
And that's when things took an alarming switch
The boy with the wounded ego replied, "You're just an ungrateful *****"
The very next morning, the boy put on his fedora and let out with a sign, "Why does no one like me? I am such a nice guy"
Credit goes to owner
Aaron Salzman May 2014
A blonde, a brunette, and a redhead walk into a bar.
They leave feeling betrayed.
Fellas- know your boundaries, and have a prudent summer.
Joseph Boulet Feb 2010
I don’t want to speak my sorrows so weak
I just wish I could hear you I don’t want to fear you
Two points in a time warp, I am a dimension
Interrupted by laughter, heed my confession

haha you look not to me
haha a tumbling rock covers a ****
haha waterfalls suspend in time
haha the sound of your voice make want you be mine
to be mine

Squeeky breaths, you fall off a wall
If a petal let’s go it will fall
uproars 11 centimeters wide
How I wish, I wish
I can take you somewhere to hide
to hide

Read my mind
When i’m conscious I close my eyes
Fall away slowly, drift away
Sometimes I wonder if I’m blind
If I’m blind...
If I die...
To leave behind...
Please don’t lie
I will fly...
Actually one of my songs:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RddL16_vAMw
Nat Lipstadt Apr 2014
for Ali, Ali, Ali, a daughter by any other name
                                                        (April 2014)
Dear Nat,

your letter caught me up,
at the Village Vanguard bar,
so addressed and there saved,
knowing, believing it's a sign,
time to meet fleshed again,
my sometimes sub-let
neighborhood friend

doing a gig there
this weekend
finishing up the tour
where it all began,
nothing gonna change my mind,
in the city that's where I'm staying.

the road is calling out my name,
but I ain't walking out the door anytime soon,
they want too much body and soul,
but don't worry once or even twice,
got some cash, it's all right

early afternoon, bar empty,
got a few rainy minutes,
got me paper n' pen
and a beer, from the
bar man who also gets
me whatever else I need (haha)

sorry I missed you in Cleveland,
you, back in New York when
I'm finally out your way,
ain't just like fate,
to make us ache so all alone

read your lyrics,
made making some suggestions,
like a baby's new clothes,
lots of bows, a few lines fell
down onto the floor
can't be found
like broken pearls on a dance floor

J. sends regards,
told her what you wrote about
A Long Black Veil, she laughed,
promises she will wear one
when next we all three meet

touring was good and hard,
traveling time is writing time,
but sitting here thinking
how many years have passed and gone
since we first met,
so many roads different taken
by many a first friend,
each one I've never seen against,
let's not that happen to us

rail riding done for awhile,
see ya back on Bleecker Street,
if we're still "cool"
we'll have that fire burning!
Ok, we'll swap some  lines, fine,
but I want, claiming dibs
on that ole easy chair

P.S. got the rent money covered till your return in the summer

Bobby
April 1968
~~~~~~~~~
Between 1968 and 1973,
split my time tween Cleveland and NYC,
before returning to ny full time in the summer of '71.

I lived at 352 Bleecker,
above the long gone
but now moved to Brooklyn,
Pink Teacup restaurant. The eyetalian bakery on the corner of Bleecker and Seventh Ave., long time gone...almost fifty freaking years ago...anyway...I think the stain glass window is still there, gonna have to check it out...shoot forgot about Google Earth!
The 352 Blues

this city treats the poor
with swift unkindness,
but if you peel your eyes,
you don't necessarily have to always
sing the ole 352 Bleecker Blues

the eyetalian storekeeper,
gives us morning java,
when we sing for him on the guitar,
The Star-Spangled Banner,
refills, if we add America the Beautiful

they say that heat rises,
but that don't seem true
in our third floor walk up
on rue 352 Bleecker Street,
the cold companion enters
thru the busted stain glass window

no matter, no cares,
we light the fireplace,
with wood and anything that'll burn,
we scavenged from the street,
pallets and newspapers,
yesterday's 352 truths

at two AM, the cops, in their cars
cooping, fast asleep, only just us,
the johns, the ****** and troubadours,
walking the streets looking for
free stuff to burn

pass the hat for tips
next to the arch,
enough for daily bread
but we get our ***** and ****
for free, just for singing the 352 blues

even when down and out
on the village streets,
bleak on Bleecker street,
you gotta sing the 352 blues,
especially when you're
riding high and living cool,
down on easy Bleecker Street
~~~~~~~
Before you ask me if this true,
save your breath,
the answer is
Which part?
shaqila Jul 2013
As random as the appearance of rainbow
As fresh as grasses tipped with morning dew
Like lightning, a forerunner of thunder
It’s slick and smooth and full of energy

As happy as a little girl with a soft dolly
As giddy as a kid in a theme park
Like stars that glitter when the sun’s gone to bed
Like rough seas and gigantic waves

Love comes and conquers all!
Viseract Dec 2015
"I'm in trouble aren't I?"
"You have no idea..."

"Wanna know something?"

"Are you going to say the same thing,
Like you do every time?
You know.. if you hadn't done this...
Sort of thing?

"Save your breath mate,
I've heard it all before
Why don't you say something new,
Instead of parroting the same **** every time?"

"Like seriously,
Why are you even talking to me?
You wanna gloat don't you?
"Haha, you've been caught and I win".

"Well ******* *******,
I'm not hearing it
Why don't you leave me alone
And go choke on a bucket of ****."
wanna know something? yeah sure, tell me something new. something other than the reestablishment of the fact that I ****** up
Sofia Von Aug 2012
Its all just words
No faces
No looks, no clothes, no smell
A simple connection

It could have been anybody

But it wasn’t

It started off as a hobbie
Something to keep boredom at bay

By now you’re junior olympics... At least

It can be as flawless as beach glass

Or jagged
and farspread like the trees still dieing

I never know what to expect
Excitement
Misunderstanding
Seriousness
Interest
Laughter
­Understanding
Awkwardness
Distracted
An idea
... Clearly I could continue

It’s like my little escape hole
A therapist that Actually understands and wants to
We just click
Alined by the sun
Some would say

But I dunno if that’s true
All I know is what I feel

Should I not feel what I feel?
Do I feel what I feel?
Is what I feel real?
Or is it fake

Is it a lie?

Or should I make it one

I don’t know what’s best
How can I

I’m new at this remember

All I know is the words of the known
Who are unknown to me in one world
And an empty chair in the next

I sit down and wait patiently

Until its finally my turn, here is where I’ll sit

There is no shame finding comfort in the little things the chair offers
Its smooth silky surface
The wine stain down the middle
the dots that resemble a smile in the corner

You don’t forget what you know so well
You open up your palm

A baby snake inside

He doesn't take it
He doesn't **** it on the spot
He doesn't grimace with disgust
He doesn't burst out in laughter

He picks it up
and cradles it in his hands

And sets it free

Back into the world where it belongs

And then he gives you a dalia

You take it and tuck it behind his ear as something to be admired

He blushes

He needs you too
Maybe

But its real
Almost too real

So you push it away
It’s impossible
It might not even be close to what you think it might be

Forget

And stay silent

Hey

We start again

A haha here
A smiley face too

Climbing up the uncertain mountain that has never been climbed before

The chance of falling high
But you like the chase

And for now
Its enough

You don’t really care if you summit anyway

A possible when
always dangling
Inside the clouds

— The End —