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Blossom Dec 2016
"Sorry I'm late sir... I ran into a strange man down my street who kept following me and asking to borrow my socks. At first I ignored him but realizing he was following me to school, I stopped to question him. When I asked him why he wanted my socks, he said he wanted to smell their musky scent. I flat out asked this man if he had a foot fettish, and he guffawed telling me he had a smell fettish. I quickly speedwalked away from the freaky man and because my nerves were so jumbled, I forgot to grab a pass in the office."

Finally notices its a female substitue, and looks at classmates to see their mouths hanging open ready to catch flies

"So... I will just sit down now"
Tilly Jun 2012
I'm just exploring the possibilty of
giving something more of me.
A little bit of naughtiness,
so rich, but rarely seen.
A darker side.
My wild
devil
she.

SO
if,
upon her
RED lettered
voyeuristic discovery
therell be gasping punctuation
(it's written, mostly, on bended knees)
&  s   p   r   e   a   d   i   n  g  the words out
on naked sheets ~ it's all for the tempted ~ eyes to see

<3

Should you wish to
Would you wish (too)
Could you?

;)

Come With Me

***
Seriously now guys ... as if I would!

With a nod to Paul Gurrieri & his awesome poem, Come With Me
... a reaction to which, inspired me to pen this whimsy :)
I am myself Feb 2012
What I want

Talk to me

Maybe I can help

Tell me what is going on

In that maze that is the male mind

I am lost in the confusion of your signals

Do you want me?

Or am I a lamp post?

Do you enjoy talking to me?

Or am I a substitue for someone better?

Such as a moose

You've completely addled my mind

It is made up of jello

Pudding is better

So it is now made of pudding

That means trying to think

Is like swimming in pudding!

How would you feel if someone made you swim in pudding all the time?

Let me tell you

It isn't always pleasant

Gets in your ears it does

Now why was I rambling?

Oh yes!

You you you!!!

Make up your mind will you!

So I can stop being full of pudding!
r h e a Apr 2011
United in ties
were the joy's of growing up together
enjoying friendship, sharing sorrows
expressing concern delight
endured to Us by the intimacy of years........

Guiding us through this long period
was the same parental ***** we belonged to.
A witness to All,
that sheltered happiness, strife, good will

We, want to follow a commandment
that says-man should love his neighbour
as natural as breathing, but,
Sibling's,
We found substitue's???
Now, in confusion,
strife, sorrow and misery
Where are "We" ?
The "We" that used to be
We,
flesh of the same flesh,
blood of the same blood.
How, more false
can we be,
as natural
as breathing easily???
JCabanilla Nov 2017
Love is about being real.
Love is about being happy.
Love is about how you feel.
Love is about you being free.

She's not popular.
She's not even beautiful.
Her dreams are so far,
and she live like a tool.

She's there when they fall.
They knew her when they need a call.
She's not worth to take a role.
She is way too different at all.

Her friends are so cool.
She's nothing but a fool,
Her responsibility is to make a happy soul.
Her friends always get the leading role.

She's Eros' sweet substitute.
Guys call her to ask "why your friend is so cute?".
She's a bridge that every guy could ask for.
Because with her, love is getting colorful.

She take the responsibility all alone.
She want to strike her arrow in a stone,
cause all she's been doing is to give.
Now she's not happy the way she live.
Words by: Jc
22nd Poetry
Dry Saphhire Gin May 2013
I became dependent on it and cut over just about everything and everyone. I began to substitue cutting for smoking. I smoked over everything and everyone. I used it to escape my problems and just sleep instead.
jeffrey conyers Sep 2012
I'm forever.
I'm not here to the next one comes.
I'm not even temporary.
I know I'm not a substitue.

I'm just not here to the next one comes.

I'm not a relaxerner for your needs.
Far from it.
I'm someone you sincerely need.

I'm forever.
I'm not here to the next one comes.

So be fore warned.
That once you have earned my heart.
Along with my love.
That I'm not here to next once comes.

ou can't erase me.
Like those seeking an anullment.
Like it never occurred.
Lets's be real.
When they hitched and then run.
Are they still a ******?

I'm forever.
All because it's you that I love.
Deal with it.
Ashley Haack Feb 2015
So, I went to the office and talked to the lady
Behind the desk that's not quite large enough for her.
She told me she'd change my schedule, of course! But-
I would need to substitue the dropped courses with different ones.
So I hmm-ed and I Uhmm-ed and ended up chosing
To help out the librarian and to take a design class.
(The latter was chosen only because I know someone in it,)
I left the office of awkwardness and now here I am,
Writing and waiting, and hoping for graduation
To hurry up and get here.
Tenaj Apr 2017
I am just the observer in a foriegn world,
the truth unbeknownst to me,
listening to the news on a satelitte radio of my own creating.

The Inner cities of my heart and soul,
thinking of what I used to and used to not be.

Dreamers, Believers, accidental happenings with the not so acquainted acquaintances.

Fiction is peril, non ficition perilous fiction peril,
sense becomes non sensical, words blurred, heard while reamaining unheard.

Dreamers, Believers, accidental happenings with the not so acquainted acquaintances.

Distasteful, disgraceful, shameful, painful,
to fully understand is to fully comprehend,
actions have results,
condone or condemn, all the while justice cons them,
substitue, excuses, sub conscience, contentious,
Erroneous roots to hidden truths.

Criminal in the subliminal, sublime, sunshine,
fetch boy, new stick old tricks.
Boat for sale, sail boat, same old, all same

Sanity, Vanity is in constant demand, man, michelen stars perahps lost in space

Depraved, beraved, inner cities atlas atlantis, at last this port royal has sunken ship

Saying God saves the Queen in a dream,
fiction is peril, non fiction perilous fiction peril,
never safe, sugar sweet has lost its taste,
estatic ectasy, youths remedy, careful melodies, what are you telling me

Perhaps the aliens, alienated in the same way have been made to fall in love with me

Perhaps the ramblings of a sorry soul, sold, to be heard over the intercom

What do I really know,
a foreigner,
Observing, never really knowing, because I created it all

~Another Dream Deferred

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