writerReader Jan 2015
sometimes I
reach within
the fragile paper of
this book to
my fingers through
your silver
Shofi Ahmed Sep 2017
Without it earth is no earth,
I (the primeval feminine)
have no doubt, the prophet
circle is my witness I touched
the bottom of her water!

Zeroed into her zero neigh
and circled it with my hair,
laid down for it the hardwired
foundation with my circle.
Madison Jul 2
i feel like a child
desperately trying to brush knots out of my hair
messily tangled with memories of you
wincing at each stroke
my eyes keep swelling with tears
i just want you gone.
The Monster With Blue Hair
Jeers as I cower in the corner
But she’s coming
He’s won
I’m done
The Other will be happy
They’ll be fine and dandy
But she’s coming
And she has her Blue Shield
And a Sword forged for intense war
War on a Blue Field
The Monster With Blue Hair
Will die
Like His wicked brother of Red
She’s here now
He’s fled
She saved me
Now it’s time for bed
Lily Beckett Aug 5
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 to care

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 bitch
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.
Jocelyn Jul 30
In the deepest of nights
the monster comes to me

It hurts me so much
but it says
I  t    l  o  v  e s   m  e

It tortures me deep into the night
consuming ever last bit of me until I'm almost
g  o  n  e

That's when I start to control myself
I look down at the razor
                            'This isn't what I want to do'
I tell myself but
I   d  o   i  t   a  n  y  w  a  y.

Cut, C u t, C  u  t
It doesn't hurt but it distracts me

I don't want to cut up my arms so. . .

snip, s n i p, s  n  i  p
I cut my hair instead and look at how pathetic I am

As the tears stream down my face I pick myself up and wait for tomorrow to get it fixed.
Ah the perfect boy

Mushy and gushy, all human like, with normal human skin, and smile

Scratch that

Heavy body armor, brandishing a sword, born in the mid 15th century

Hmmm, no

Aluminim for hair, copper in his head, lack of understanding of any type of human emotions

That's not right, no

How about
Not possible
Smells fishy
A being of pure light energy?
Sigh, beyond my comprehension

I guess I'll just get
A pet rock
Im celebration of international rock day
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