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Halli Ally Ellis Sep 2010
What happened to best friends forever?
YOU chose to leave, I would never,
YOU gave me false hope of friendship,
YOU ripped out my heart,
I expected that from a boy but not from YOU,
Look at YOU,
YOU'RE a comedian, the highlight in people's lives,
YOU'VE got us laughing alright,
standing in YOUR boat sinking,
YOU'RE a joke is all we're thinking,
trying to show off up to YOUR last breath,
we don't care, not anymore,
YOU'RE the fake smile
grinning through the overly dramatic white teeth,
eyes fixed on no imparticular point,
YOU have no dreams, no ambitions,
YOUR life is a waste, a path less taken, behind YOU,
YOU leave a trail of pain, hurting everyone you come into contact with,
to YOU, everyone is wrong but YOU'RE always right,
we're laughing,
laughing at YOU
not with YOU
as YOU end YOUR life!
Mims Oct 2018
When I layed
With her body against and on my body
Her head just under my chin on my chest listening to my heartbeat
Her light brown hair with hints of red when it hits the sunlight just right
against my skin
Steady breath compared to my uneven, nervous,
Her hand across my stomach
Rising and falling
My fingers tracing circles on her back
Like I sometimes do with him
Our strong legs tangled
Worried if I move she will shift
Like a cat that has fallen asleep on your lap
And is
So warm.

When I see you
I feel so warm
Heart leaps
Come talk to me
I see you
Working at the library
Or every night at dance class
And you like that I flirt with you
And you like that I like girls sometimes
And I like that you like girls all the time

But you are slightly out of reach
Me, tied to another
You, tied to nothing imparticular
Him, I love him, but....

Tonight I push these thoughts out of my head

Tonight we are one body

More intimate than ***

And it didn't last that long.

We were in a room full of other people watching a horror movie and pretending to be scared so we could touch each other innocently...

but I'll never forget your warmth,

Or your hair

Or that couch

Or what we did there.
I've never had love before, now I have too much.
Savannah Rounds Nov 2014
dark red nails
for nobody imparticular,
as I clink my fingernails
against the plastic cup this bar can’t afford

there are bugs in my draft beer,
that I swish around
and gobble up
hoping one of them is dangerous -
poisonous

we can’t all be so fortunate though.

They play old, slow country songs
on nights like Tonight
and the girls giggle
while their pink fingernails
cover their shiny teeth
when the boys grab them for a dance.

I’ve danced here a few times,
though I don’t cover my toothy grin
with the fingernails that hold my glass upright

I am uninhibited,
even in this small town
where skin is a form of toxicity
that makes me push my ******* just That
much closer together

So pretty, pretty, pretty
that’s all they have to say
the girl from New York City
shines oh so brigh-tuh-ly

“Pour me another drink,”
I say
as their polished nails fade away
and mine stay
dark and red
chipped and
clinking the plastic cups
that I can’t afford.
Napolis Feb 2019
Don't pretend

to be an angel

fallen.

or a star

lost in this

black velvet

night.


I trusted you.

you mistrusted

me. and now

our lives lie

like marbles

rolling in

different

arcs

across your

bedroom floor.


unrehearsed paths

racing each other

to nowhere

imparticular.


emotional outcasts

thrown from

our brief existence

to love's oblivion,


with no

future and

barely a past in

sight.


And in the

morning  light

we are not

what we intended

nor promised to

each other to  be,

we are so

much less.


clowns with masks

broken in two.

rainbows only

bleeding black

and white,

shadows of

what we

used to be ,

seeds never

taking root

in love.
Records played, records sold, hard copy, not download
But the more I rattle on and raise my brow, I now sound really old
The pennies drop at the play of a song, mainly through Capitol Gold
Some still tour, Davies, Stewart and John
But no Rocketman could lift these boots, those days are long gone
Royalties from film now keep the bills ticking over
The price of fuel and heating costs, still driving my 2012 Range Rover
The odd bit of cash is always nice, if guest on Lorraine or The One Show
But I'm happy watching those days of the past,
as I have taken my last and final bow.

JJB
#rocknrollneverdies

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