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"unfriended" poems
Plastic bags are my super villain and no I am not Aqua Man I am Michael a normal male civilian of some young-adult age, whom is still willing to inconvenience himself. Not so old, where holding multiple objects sounds like an obstacle too acrobatic for the limbs to handle. One can too many knock's off the balance of the elderly and cast them off the trapeze of a sidewalk into a net of asphalt, where being caught is a broken hip. No that is not me, although it does remind me of my grandma, because to her plastic bags are her life-savers. It is a struggle to convince my grandma that I am a great trapezist so we can leave these bags to their solitude and finally defeat this enemy. Although with plastic bags it is never so easy they have plenty of goons who are willing to do the ***** work forcing themselves upon us at any opportunity, even those that don't make any sense, even for my grandma. I Went to Best Buy and bought a brand new movie,"Unfriended" and I got it for my grandma to watch, since she's a bit technophobic. This movie will haunt her; for ghosts **** people through the internet. What will haunt me is Destiny, the worker, handing me a plastic bag: with a 13-ounce, smaller than a piece of paper Blu-Ray inside ...without even asking if I wanted a plastic bag.
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Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 6:34 AM UTC
Superhero's Do Not Use Plastic Bags.
I stopped calling      stopped texting              unfriended you on Facebook (LOL-not even my account....I don't have one) today We've been friends for more than half my life      more than friends from time to time (FWB....BFF....NSA.....OMFG!)             and now it's like neither of us exists Because you had to lie      you had to hold out....lead me on           to cover your *** for doing something I repeatedly told you to do *** So painfully slowly I'm erasing you       deleting you            turning my mind off you (IMY  :-(  XO) TTFN
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Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 8:15 PM UTC
You can't be in my club anymore (second revision)
the glass jar full to the brim; steaming teaming with drowsiness he left it out lid-less 7 pages , front & back he said he had so much to say he could've gone on for biblical lengths he drove 45 minutes out of his way just to say nothing Only glare he said he thought about me for the last 3 days even more at nighttime in the dark room unhinged; TV on I unfriended him nervously phonecall phonecall phonecall phonecall phonecall voicemail
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Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 2:38 PM UTC
Chloroform
Instead of foraging around making connections with cables and wireless systems that bluetooth and sync their way into our pocket technologies and portable screens (tablets of which we self-prescribe and regulate through overdose and comatose keenings of stillness and waking dreams) why, instead don’t we fool around making connections with others of like mind and brainwaves instead of radiowaves and the mastered minds of computer waves and lift an arm and really wave beyond our windows to real people in real time rather than peeping like a holographic Tom through tabs and browsing windows, multi-tasking time in a state of mime like it’s about to expire (like the wireless wires will break) and all that we’ll have is all we can physically take from this moment awake we call ‘life’ – a mistake. What else is left now in this vegetative one man one woman state where we live to close our eyes and shut our minds and wait for the modem-router to re-dial and get our avatar back online and our friends back into our multi-dimensional realer-than-time time? Pseudonyms solving identity changes emerge without birth with designer non-faces, as now that we no longer need imperfection or meaning or privacy or even perception we alter ourselves to impress our connections with whom we connect without really connecting by hiding as one almost nearing detection and tip-toeing straight past concern or reflection (invisible firewalls at our protection) our own walls around us with keys we can capslock, screening ourselves from unfriended friends, and playfully sated by charm and ‘pretends’ that will mean next to nothing when fantasy ends. Where ARE the connections we make in this digital age that we rarely turn off since the internet craze has become a new God that we dial to be saved as we sacrifice friends we once made face to face with those we are longing to meet as we race across networks with hunger and haste and with spambots and data and viruses made to detect and infect and reject, just for starters, and that’s not to mention the ads and the logins and passwords that lock us from somewhere far yonder that doesn’t exist as we grow ever fonder of pics and of pixels and texts of expression – the reality of which we could lose in a second.
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Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 7:13 PM UTC
SECURITY BEHIND INSECURITY
Instead of foraging around making connections with cables and wireless systems that bluetooth and sync their way into our pocket technologies and portable screens (tablets of which we self-prescribe and regulate through overdose and comatose keenings of stillness and waking dreams) why, instead don’t we fool around making connections with others of like mind and brainwaves instead of radiowaves and the mastered minds of computer waves and lift an arm and really wave beyond our windows to real people in real time rather than peeping like a holographic Tom through tabs and browsing windows, multi-tasking time in a state of mime like it’s about to expire (like the wireless wires will break) and all that we’ll have is all we can physically take from this moment awake we call ‘life’ – a mistake. What else is left now in this vegetative one man one woman state where we live to close our eyes and shut our minds and wait for the modem-router to re-dial and get our avatar back online and our friends back into our multi-dimensional realer-than-time time? Pseudonyms solving identity changes emerge without birth with designer non-faces, as now that we no longer need imperfection or meaning or privacy or even perception we alter ourselves to impress our connections with whom we connect without really connecting by hiding as one almost nearing detection and tip-toeing straight past concern or reflection (invisible firewalls at our protection) our own walls around us with keys we can capslock, screening ourselves from unfriended friends, and playfully sated by charm and ‘pretends’ that will mean next to nothing when fantasy ends. Where ARE the connections we make in this digital age that we rarely turn off since the internet craze has become a new God that we dial to be saved as we sacrifice friends we once made face to face with those we are longing to meet as we race across networks with hunger and haste and with spambots and data and viruses made to detect and infect and reject, just for starters, and that’s not to mention the ads and the logins and passwords that lock us from somewhere far yonder that doesn’t exist as we grow ever fonder of pics and of pixels and texts of expression – the reality of which we could lose in a second.
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We unfriend so easily -- mice clicking Memories -- Just a bunch of ******* memes -- Nicely, slickly
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 2:25 PM UTC
unfriended
If you ask him he will talk for hours-- how at fourteen he hammered signs, fingers raw with cold, and later painted bowers in ladies' boudoirs; how he played checkers for two weeks in jail, and lived on dark bread; how he fled the border to a country which disappeared wars ago; unfriended crossed a continent while this century began. He seldom speaks of painting now. Young men have time and theories; old men work. He has painted countless portraits. Sallow nameless faces, made glistening in oil, smirk above anonymous mantelpieces. The turpentine has a familiar smell, but his hand trembles with odd, new palsies. Perched on the maulstick, it nears the easel. He has come to like his resignation. In his sketch books, ink-dark cossacks hear the snorts of horses in the crunch of snow. His pen alone recalls that years ago, one horseman set his teeth and aimed his spear which, poised, seemed pointed straight to pierce the sun.
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The Artist as an Old Man
I copy ****** expressions I see in the movies I fancy myself a very good liar but who isn’t these days you make promises from the bottom of your heart but it makes me wonder just how deep that is I try to dig but all I hear is the echoing of sweet words off this tunnel You tell me to cut people out of my life and I do I peel them off like a second skin and leave them bruised I tell you please don't talk to her On paper it appears you don't But you jump to defense every time I quietly say her name I saw you liked her pictures on my news feed Even though you unfriended her a week ago You say you let her go It appears you are letting her in
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Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
Social Media
I feel like I was just dumped Weighed, measured & rejected Unfriended & discarded It was so unexpected My heart's broken into pieces My love has been deleted Feels like I wasn't good enough I'm completely defeated I don't want to leave my room Don't want to leave my bed I simply cannot find the strength I wish that I were dead I had 4 months of happiness And now it is all gone How could something felt so right Turn out to be so wrong My heart's broken into pieces My love has been deleted Feels like I wasn't good enough I'm completely defeated
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Dec 24, 2021
Dec 24, 2021 at 3:41 AM UTC
Dumped
who will read aloud my poems when I'm gone? that old unfriended thot, a nagging merry query was for awhile forgot, put on the back of an upper shelf, where dust motes and mites fear to trend thoughts, that I thought I had dispensed with, letting time build illusionary wry walls, fooling World Trade Center tall morose forlorn, pensiveness of red ant armies, incapable of black marker redaction, there is always one a lingering malingerer a sole fado singer, playing woeful jazz in the Quarter on an empty emoty street, dressed and guised as the soul of a solitary cancerous cell "survivor" cur overlooked, biding time, the surgeons gone, the drugs flushed, radiation burning no more begins then the unholy trilogy cycle worn out, overused... invasive categorically relentless maybes, what ifs, then oh goddamnnotagain because believed, on knee, I oathed that loathed, raven nevermore, ought that cracked door would be open yet like the New Orleans levee aged locks hurricane succumbed overflowed, overcome, keyholed, infiltrated, falllen to the enemy, mes enfilade, rumps up the black flag of surrender brain sneers periodically, like every other minute, ok, second, coyly asking penny for your worthless thoughts? just when you believed "no mas" was a prayer that had been heard, teeth kicked in, body snatching hordes and boors bad boys and ****** sitting high in the saddle again, grinning torturous tarty smiles at who, at you, fool! you're as alone in that place as insufficiently as that impoverished overused word can ere convey the nagging realization that when asking no one answers when your thinkings perish you your cutesy sweatshirt reads last standing poet alive, stabbed ded by awful-truths, you failed and all the black cats, have fled the neighborhood, just when need was greatest who will read aloud my poems when I'm gone, has been silently answered by silent applause, the last theater goer shuffles out, and turns and extends his middle finger his review leaves a singular impression, he looks familiar, gauntly ghost, he has accompanied me always and his finger is his triumphal parting shot
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Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
who will read aloud my poems when I'm gone?
who will read aloud my poems when I'm gone? that old unfriended thot, a nagging merry query was for awhile forgot, put on the back of an upper shelf, where dust motes and mites fear to trend thoughts, that I thought I had dispensed with, letting time build illusionary wry walls, fooling World Trade Center tall morose forlorn, pensiveness of red ant armies, incapable of black marker redaction, there is always one a lingering malingerer a sole fado singer, playing woeful jazz in the Quarter on an empty emoty street, dressed and guised as the soul of a solitary cancerous cell "survivor" cur overlooked, biding time, the surgeons gone, the drugs flushed, radiation burning no more begins then the unholy trilogy cycle worn out, overused... invasive categorically relentless maybes, what ifs, then oh goddamnnotagain because believed, on knee, I oathed that loathed, raven nevermore, ought that cracked door would be open yet like the New Orleans levee aged locks hurricane succumbed overflowed, overcome, keyholed, infiltrated, falllen to the enemy, mes enfilade, rumps up the black flag of surrender brain sneers periodically, like every other minute, ok, second, coyly asking penny for your worthless thoughts? just when you believed "no mas" was a prayer that had been heard, teeth kicked in, body snatching hordes and boors bad boys and ****** sitting high in the saddle again, grinning torturous tarty smiles at who, at you, fool! you're as alone in that place as insufficiently as that impoverished overused word can ere convey the nagging realization that when asking no one answers when your thinkings perish you your cutesy sweatshirt reads last standing poet alive, stabbed ded by awful-truths, you failed and all the black cats, have fled the neighborhood, just when need was greatest who will read aloud my poems when I'm gone, has been silently answered by silent applause, the last theater goer shuffles out, and turns and extends his middle finger his review leaves a singular impression, he looks familiar, gauntly ghost, he has accompanied me always and his finger is his triumphal parting shot
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I slept with a chick the other night only because she needed a place to stay she figured she owed me but it didn't feel right. Of course she faked the enjoyment and of course I feel like she was just a roll in the hay She thanks me and then blames it on her unemployment. We would have been better off reciting poetry and sipping on martinis with gin from Bombay But between the two of us there was no chemistry. I try to remember her name and I try the worst attempt at convincing her to stay But it sounded extremely lame. She put all her clothes together in her backpack and her flight took off with no delay I have no luck she will ever come back. So now I go to facebook to see her status and what do I see and I knew that this would sound like a play so now she just unfriended  and blocked me
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Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
The loser
Senlin stood before us in the sunlight, And laughed, and walked away. Did no one see him leaving the doors of the city, Looking behind him, as if he wished to stay? Has no one, in the forests of the evening, Heard the sad horn of Senlin slowly blown? For somewhere, in the worlds-in-worlds about us, He changes still, unfriended and alone. Is he the star on which we walk at daybreak, The light that blinds our eyes? 'Senlin!' we cry. 'Senlin!' again . . . no answer: Only the soulless brilliance of blue skies. Yet we would say, this was no man at all, But a dream we dreamed, and vividly recall; And we are mad to walk in wind and rain Hoping to find, somewhere, that dream again.
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Senlin, A Biography: Part 03: His Cloudy Destiny - 03
A Dentist from Weehawken was feeling miserably; Depressed, down in the mouth, you know how that can be. Walt thought salt air would do him good and so he went to sea. He chartered a large fishing boat and paid a hefty fee. They set a course for Georges Bank where clam and cod abound. For centuries this place has been a fertile fishing ground. With bated breath and baited hook, Walter set his line. He’d catch some rays and have some beers and have a real good time. But Fate had other plans for him, things took a darker turn. Those who fish for sport, not food, are beasts as he’d soon learn. A tug upon his line foretold the battle to take place It nearly pulled him from his chair and so began the chase. What monster he had on his line, the dentist didn’t know. He played the creature skillfully as it thrashed to and fro. The massive tuna breached the waves and landed with a splat, It wore coke bottle glasses and a red Greek fishing hat. Walt, the dentist, looked upon his catch and was aghast As “Charlie, the Star-Kist tuna, gasped and breathed his last. The dentist took a “selfie” that was seen the world around. Charlie, the Tuna with good taste, had been brought to ground. “Perhaps I’ll mount him on my wall” Walt said thoughtlessly. Little did he know what this would cost him personally. These days Walt is in hiding in his Northern Jersey town. His patients have all left him and he closed his office down. His car has four slashed tires, there’s graffiti on his walls. He can’t even go on Facebook, he’s been unfriended by them all. So if you are a hunter who wants to **** a hippopotamus, before you shoot be sure to check and see if he's anonymous!
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Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 7:53 AM UTC
“Sorry Charlie”
A Dentist from Weehawken was feeling miserably; Depressed, down in the mouth, you know how that can be. Walt thought salt air would do him good and so he went to sea. He chartered a large fishing boat and paid a hefty fee. They set a course for Georges Bank where clam and cod abound. For centuries this place has been a fertile fishing ground. With bated breath and baited hook, Walter set his line. He’d catch some rays and have some beers and have a real good time. But Fate had other plans for him, things took a darker turn. Those who fish for sport, not food, are beasts as he’d soon learn. A tug upon his line foretold the battle to take place It nearly pulled him from his chair and so began the chase. What monster he had on his line, the dentist didn’t know. He played the creature skillfully as it thrashed to and fro. The massive tuna breached the waves and landed with a splat, It wore coke bottle glasses and a red Greek fishing hat. Walt, the dentist, looked upon his catch and was aghast As “Charlie, the Star-Kist tuna, gasped and breathed his last. The dentist took a “selfie” that was seen the world around. Charlie, the Tuna with good taste, had been brought to ground. “Perhaps I’ll mount him on my wall” Walt said thoughtlessly. Little did he know what this would cost him personally. These days Walt is in hiding in his Northern Jersey town. His patients have all left him and he closed his office down. His car has four slashed tires, there’s graffiti on his walls. He can’t even go on Facebook, he’s been unfriended by them all. So if you are a hunter who wants to **** a hippopotamus, before you shoot be sure to check and see if he's anonymous!
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You made me fall in love with you You made me fall in love with me You got under my skin You got into my head I told you I would run Run far, far away I did Twice And now the phones are dead Communication broke down A mistake that’s not fixed A sorry just will not break through Something that only music heals Something that can not be fixed I really wish you were here I wish it went down differently I wish I could just walk to your door And just kiss you, before you had time to shut it in my face But I have to stop thinking about you I HAVE to get you to go away now Put you into a tiny box and forget you But I cant I just cant And Facebook is asking if I want to be your friend
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Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 7:17 PM UTC
Facebook Unfriended
I unfriended you on Facebook, unfollowed on twitter & instagram All because you were and now you’re not my man I hesitated at first I truly didn’t want to But I had no choice as soon as we were through Cause the pain I feel is real from our last breakup fight You left me all alone crying through the night So why would I stay friends? What I want we cannot be You seem to think it's fine despite the hurt you caused me Now my mind’s consumed by all our memories Our laughs, your kisses & smile just feels like a distant dream How is it that I thought our love was an amazing rarity? Instead it was a messed up fate controlled by insecurity But even so I lay in bed depressed, without a plan All because I thought you were and now you’re not my man
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Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
Not My Man
It's been a while since we last spoke, 3 years to be precise, but who's counting anyway, not me. Definitely not me. By the way I unfriended you on facebook, I figured it's about time, I mean after 3 years of radio silence, a long term girlfriend for you, and a series of unsuccessful hookups for me, I figured it's about time I gave up the illusion of being friends with you. Every now and then I look you up, and thanks to your disregard for security and privacy settings, I stalk you, and her. She seems nice, positive, bubbly, committed to all the right causes, I cannot really find any reason to dislike her. Shame. Perhaps if I said yes the second time round, or the third, perhaps if we hadn't been so young and had another go, perhaps if you said yes, when I eventually felt so, we'll never know.
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Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 5:00 PM UTC
Unfriended, but...
Crossfire of words; Goodbyes unsaid. Conversations nullified; Increasing distance. A disappointing ending; Another promise broken. Another bullet taken; Another friend unfriended.
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Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 1:09 AM UTC
Defunct
Sometimes I just want to give up on life These past 3 years have blasted me with so much strife No one truly understands what it's like to be me They talk down to me and that makes me so angry Saying whatever they **** well please I'm forced to just put up with it; geeze! Since life is so unfair I think to myself "Why should I even care?" Nobody else does and its warped my mindset I no longer give the benefit of the doubt. I assume the worse of everyone. So many of my "friends" had shown me their true colors And I hate that I gave them my friendship in the first place. They certainly didn't deserve it. Giovanna, Olivia, Melissa You three girls affected me the worse. I wish I had never met any of you. You did me so ***** when you unfriended me. I constantly wish you regret your decision but it's not likely. I don't even want to mention the women that scammed, extorted and blackmailed me. They are not worthy of still being in my head I keep them there tho so as not to repeat my mistakes.
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Nov 2, 2021
Nov 2, 2021 at 1:53 PM UTC
My Mistakes
her pale face in the warm night like medieval dark princess lips so bright lure the sailor with her desperate charms ****** the heart with her eyes the scents of the seven seas wash over me all the traveling done to see a higher place to be when it was right here infront of me her thin pale lips pressed against mine she whispers a plea not to follow the wild things into the night not to stand unfriended under the church of the skies naked to the cold rain to stay here in her warm arms quickening under the spell of her devices the chipped tiles cold bucket of brine sits by the door has no shadow has no rhyme it is salty for a dog of the sea lick his haunches with thin lip grin the tallyman count but the water rapping on the hull distracts let us in the waves call to you let us wash your spirit and teach you to float in the deep the water is cool on your fevered brow and since the words fled your pen there is so little to do but listen to the waves rapping on the hull on the beaten weather burned white paint of the wood hull its peeling and rot shows the waves call out to you let us in we will teach you to ride the deep ocean rivers teach you to see the tallyman count one two three the tallyman know good one from bad toss you back to the sea you no good you go back to the god that made you
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
a storm far out to sea
Teeter totter, Canon fodder. That's all that's left of thee. These games of war, Sings a silent cord. Awaken on to me. Brethren coded DNA, False eyes where they lay. For destined breaks the bonds. The cannon fire, Which you desire. Left you crushed under your own arms. So teeter totter Cannon fodder. While I watch you bleed. Remember vengeance, And your negligence. Was fuel enough for me.
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Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 11:13 AM UTC
Unfriended
We don’t like to judge a book by its cover But jokes on you because we don’t really read anyway Unless its some bashing facebook post then it gains my full attention Got fed up with the person I unfriended Never met the person whos friend request I accepted Picking on people for the social attention Because your greatest fear is to be rejected With cell phones more addicting than nicotine Scrolling through youtube to pass the time Go to school to hear the gossip start the cycle over again
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Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 8:54 PM UTC
My Generation
I built an apparatus that allows me to hold the entire world on my shoulders all day. I just need to find the one who will be able to give me a back rub when my day rests.
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
Unfriended Friend
There was a reason I unfriended you in November of 2016, but my heart won't let the rest of my body do what your president does so well like hate, discriminate, let ignorance drive. with the click of this accept I am far from forgiving who you choose to align yourself with. I just do what people of your party does so well like forget. like, forget the humans has rights no matter what shade of skin you are, or where your place of birth is. I'll just forget the all lives matter posts to my black lives matter post. I'll just forget........
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Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 3:04 PM UTC
03/30 Friend request from the trump supporter
The oxpecker cleans the rhino and the rhino feeds it meat Both need the other it really is quite neat but the oxpecker complains “there’s not enough ticks!” and the rhino will cry “there’s enough as it is!” so then they’re not friends and they’ll leave each other again but surely we all know that if separated, both drop dead so the toxic relationship muted by mutualism unfriended then, best friends now will continue to spasm
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Sep 27, 2024
Sep 27, 2024 at 6:51 AM UTC
The Rhino and It's Oxpecker
It's been these two years Since we don't talk, No chats, No calls. Yet I miss you Every day, Every hour. My mind wants to forget But never does the heart. Oh why did u? Why did you depart. You asked me to block you forever, That something you knew I couldn't think of ever. You said I unfriended you, And you  knew I could'nt ever. You were to me so dear, You still are dear. But the thoughts of you, Fill my heart with fear. You asked me to leave Giving a lame excuse. I still ponder, What took us there? I was cute, & sweet U were smart and clever. But the reason u gave is still unclear, How could you, or a guy anywhere, Would think of ******* her sister! That's a bond so piously precious. And you could do this Just because a child, she can never bear? If you just said, You've got someone else That sure would be hard to hear, But the fact that you left me for sister, Is something that haunts me everywhere. I did all things A friend should do, I regret the fact, U never understood. U lied, U cheated, And left this unclear, Making me think what led us there. I cry, I weep, and smile in despair, Tis even today I miss you with regrets and tears. Why did you love, When you had to leave, When I needed you Devoid of greed? You fooled, You lied, And ruined my life, I was soo wrong then, Thinking you were but the reason Behind my smiles. You try even today, To text and call, But I'm no more the one Who desperately died to Accept your calls. Sometimes what's harsh, And tears off one's heart, Is but the best cure, For a sobbing heart. You played with me, Abusing the young gal and childishness in me, But sigh* you never knew the real me! The one who cared for you, More than herself, Crossed all barriers, She never even crossed for herself. Simply because she loved you, More than herself. You left her saying, You gotta **** your sister, Boy, I feel pity for a sister! She has a bro, Who's but a monster, Who'll never know It's  shamefully sin, For a bro, to **** her sister!
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Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 5:17 PM UTC
Your reminants
It's been these two years Since we don't talk, No chats, No calls. Yet I miss you Every day, Every hour. My mind wants to forget But never does the heart. Oh why did u? Why did you depart. You asked me to block you forever, That something you knew I couldn't think of ever. You said I unfriended you, And you  knew I could'nt ever. You were to me so dear, You still are dear. But the thoughts of you, Fill my heart with fear. You asked me to leave Giving a lame excuse. I still ponder, What took us there? I was cute, & sweet U were smart and clever. But the reason u gave is still unclear, How could you, or a guy anywhere, Would think of ******* her sister! That's a bond so piously precious. And you could do this Just because a child, she can never bear? If you just said, You've got someone else That sure would be hard to hear, But the fact that you left me for sister, Is something that haunts me everywhere. I did all things A friend should do, I regret the fact, U never understood. U lied, U cheated, And left this unclear, Making me think what led us there. I cry, I weep, and smile in despair, Tis even today I miss you with regrets and tears. Why did you love, When you had to leave, When I needed you Devoid of greed? You fooled, You lied, And ruined my life, I was soo wrong then, Thinking you were but the reason Behind my smiles. You try even today, To text and call, But I'm no more the one Who desperately died to Accept your calls. Sometimes what's harsh, And tears off one's heart, Is but the best cure, For a sobbing heart. You played with me, Abusing the young gal and childishness in me, But sigh* you never knew the real me! The one who cared for you, More than herself, Crossed all barriers, She never even crossed for herself. Simply because she loved you, More than herself. You left her saying, You gotta **** your sister, Boy, I feel pity for a sister! She has a bro, Who's but a monster, Who'll never know It's  shamefully sin, For a bro, to **** her sister!
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You don't get that I don't like you I gave you hints that were obvious You called me childish How the **** am I childish?! I said I didn't feel like talking And you call me childish over that??!! Yes I'm rude to you Only because you annoy me in a way I can't explain Everything you do annoys me I tolerate you at best I try to be polite, but I just can't help but feel angry or frustrated when I'm around you I unfriended and blocked you on Facebook! That should of told you I don't like you If I don't want to be friends with you on Facebook what makes you think I would want to be your friend in real life? Yes I know of you, but I don't know you and I don't plan to Yes I know why you went to jail Cause you killed someone And yes I don't care Don't give a **** I honestly don't get why you never got that impression Yet, you have a conversation with me about the way I've been acting towards you You talked, and I sort of listened You told me about being in jail (which I don't care about) You told me that you don't take disrespect in any way, shape, or form ( And I'm just thinking *shut the **** up please*) Yet, you didn't You talked the whole car ride (which was the longest fifteen minutes of my life) You're my uncle yes, but I don't have to like you You were never there (And I understand why) And when I first met you I knew, oh how I ******* knew I wouldn't like you I knew even before we formally met that I wouldn't like you We talked on the phone twice before we met I knew then, and I know now that I don't like you If you demand respect, then fine I'll be polite as I can, and make fast to cut every conversation you try to have with me I know I'm being a bit harsh, but I simply don't CARE I'll try to be as polite and nice and I'll try to be as straightforward as I can And maybe soon you'll get the impression I've been giving off Or maybe I'll just tell you I don't plan on changing how I feel about you Though you might try to change it But the best I can do is tolerate you, and be as polite and as nice as I can
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Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC
You don't get that I don't like you(Rant)
You don't get that I don't like you I gave you hints that were obvious You called me childish How the **** am I childish?! I said I didn't feel like talking And you call me childish over that??!! Yes I'm rude to you Only because you annoy me in a way I can't explain Everything you do annoys me I tolerate you at best I try to be polite, but I just can't help but feel angry or frustrated when I'm around you I unfriended and blocked you on Facebook! That should of told you I don't like you If I don't want to be friends with you on Facebook what makes you think I would want to be your friend in real life? Yes I know of you, but I don't know you and I don't plan to Yes I know why you went to jail Cause you killed someone And yes I don't care Don't give a **** I honestly don't get why you never got that impression Yet, you have a conversation with me about the way I've been acting towards you You talked, and I sort of listened You told me about being in jail (which I don't care about) You told me that you don't take disrespect in any way, shape, or form ( And I'm just thinking *shut the **** up please*) Yet, you didn't You talked the whole car ride (which was the longest fifteen minutes of my life) You're my uncle yes, but I don't have to like you You were never there (And I understand why) And when I first met you I knew, oh how I ******* knew I wouldn't like you I knew even before we formally met that I wouldn't like you We talked on the phone twice before we met I knew then, and I know now that I don't like you If you demand respect, then fine I'll be polite as I can, and make fast to cut every conversation you try to have with me I know I'm being a bit harsh, but I simply don't CARE I'll try to be as polite and nice and I'll try to be as straightforward as I can And maybe soon you'll get the impression I've been giving off Or maybe I'll just tell you I don't plan on changing how I feel about you Though you might try to change it But the best I can do is tolerate you, and be as polite and as nice as I can
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