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"matchmaking" poems
Poetically vibrating Intensely radiating Broken letters synchronistically mating I love the way I am matchmaking It's scintillating A river rush of vowels are grating Against consonants that were waiting Sentence structure upraising And then I am only making An attempt at escaping This world That is wasting
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Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 5:05 PM UTC
Wasting
Cupid shoots arrows Matchmaking is what he does But, what if he falls in love? Does he deserve a happy ending too? Feelings are inevitable, cupid could fall For someone anytime and anywhere. If that happens, he'd be confused, for he Doesn't know what to do with his feelings Maybe some people would say, he's crazy Others would say he's not doing his work And he's wrong to have such feelings. But can you blame him? Shooting arrows isn't an easy task, It requires accuracy and passion to do such work. If cupid accidentally scratched himself With his golden arrow, would you forgive If you were supposed to be the person To be shot, and the girl he fell in love With was the girl you were destined to be with?
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Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 11:30 AM UTC
Cupid Gone Wrong
Out of class the World is happening! And we never see! Memorize-Cheat-Practice. Repeat. In between there is laughter-tears-love-sex-death-time. Point-less. ALL I AM IS A TEST SCORE. Are they happy? Outside the world is happening. They see nothing (they never learned how) They are watching us. And the World is lonely. Let us watch movies and fall asleep together. I DONT WANT TO HIDE.
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Dec 6, 2010
Dec 6, 2010 at 4:44 PM UTC
Retaliations of matchmaking
So I hear you need a rebel-- or maybe someone to just hear you out. I like your profile, your bio, the blurbs you write about your life-- but tell me more about you. How do you break down your personality 01101101 01100101 into 140 characters or less? May I suggest we meet face-to-face? Video chat tomorrow at 5:00, sure, but that's not what I meant. I don't want the pixels, the lag, the type face, the webcam-filtered, LED monitor dating profile. I want the flesh, the bone, unedited-- the words before they're deleted and perfected to the point where you finally feel comfortable enough to hit Enter. But you can't "put yourself out there" if you don't get out. I want you beyond the screen, disconnected from the Internet connections and matchmaking engines, filling up the tank and searching for yourself. I want you, bumbling and goofy, your foot nervously tapping as we make awkward eye contact, gazing not into machines and technology but into pure, unadulterated life.
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Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
MAN SEEKING WOMAN
I am a strong Believer In Memories Magic Mystery Mercy Monsters Marvels Miracles Madmen Malice Marriage Majesty Masterpieces Matchmaking And Mayhem.
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC
Believer
The times they are a changin', Algorithms are modern cupids Generated and perfected by... Matchmaking computer whizzkids. Log-in details now the key to love, Name, gender, age and location Algorithmed and matched to... A potential subject of affection. But I met my wife on a drinking spree, On the dancefloor and on a mission Wine and music combining freely... Generating the perfect alco-rhythm.
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Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 6:13 PM UTC
Alco-Rhythm
Study the stage, young women Because the day will come when you fall in love with a boy                                                                who's in love with you                                                    but your friend loves him, too. And let's face it. She deserves him. So do it for her - channel Dorothy's excitement at the Land of Oz,                              Hello Dolly's kindly matchmaking.                              Be the Nurse to her Juliet; keep her secrets. Only at night allow yourself to lose character. You can then become Eponine in the rain,                                        Christine in the depths of the opera house,                                        Maria watching her world torn apart. Avoid the boy's gaze if you can, ladies, Because he knows you're no Dorothy,                                               no Dolly,                                               no Nurse. He knows and you know, but you do it for her.
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Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 1:19 AM UTC
Ladies, practice the theater
Deep in the desert where no one can see Is a laboratory named "Area 143." Like Area 51, it runs government tests But not about aliens (though that's a good guess). These facilities created, over the years, A watch that would stop when your soulmate was near. From your moment of birth, it would start to count down To the exact moment when your soulmate was found. For a while it worked, and all was well. But a rise in divorce rang the warning bell. For the watch could not predict that you'd love your mate, Just someone that you could potentially date. The CEO of Area 143 Tore his beard out and yelled, "This cannot be!" He recalled all the watches and then packed them away To a secret location, where they hide to this day. But he did not know that other watchmakers Had stolen the plans for these botched "soul-maters" Today these copies are still for sale Some think they do work, from school to jail. So if you ever meet someone and you see your watch stop You might have purchased one of these matchmaking flops.
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Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 12:03 PM UTC
Area 143