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Tyler Sep 2021
Oh!  Love.
Love is amazing.
its like um,
Uh
Its got a lot of,
yaknow;
uh...
Whats that called again?
Ergh..,
...
Wait I remember!
...
Uhh.
Hmmm.
market youself;
wear the clothes you want them
to see you in,

pierce the right places
for the right look,

say the things that
you want them to hear
hair.face.makeup.expression.
let them know what to expect,
yaknow, make sure they see 'you'
while you dont let them see you,
and struggle to be yourself
while you **** yourself
and you market yourself
and you sell off yourself

what a world i live in;
it's highschool
but ****'s the same all the way through
nobody cares about the right things
they're too busy
buying and selling;
the human stock market

i've got friends, not customers
so i guess i'm broke,
i might just
have to go through the right pains
for the right reasons
cause i'm not killing myself that way
i;m pain free in a society that trades
with beauty as currency

integrity and all the rest
come as a sort of afterthought

what happened to our teachers?
they are locked in our schools
they tell us maths, they sleep in bed
at 9 o'clock at night
while we crack open
our bottles
behind closed doors
and cheer
end is especially sketchy, idea is alright
sage short Feb 2016
shall i compare thee to a summers day?
i admire shakespeare for being such a yaknow, writer
and i wish i could equate to his flowing of words and make hidden messages between the metaphors
i try my hardest
but amogst the other angsty teens who bleed tears and numbness
it's hard to compare thee to a summers day when thats what everyone is doing
but it's so true
you are the flowers that bloom out of my ribcage after winter has been in my lungs for some time
and you are the sunshine that peaks through to warm my heart
you are the summer rain and wind that makes me flutter like the butterflies in the south
but you are also a human
and sometimes you turn to winter
or spring
or fall
but i love thee til mine death
and theres something poetic about the old english
this modern english makes me feel less of a romantic lover and writer all together
i want to compare thee to cold bedsheets after a sweaty day or the splash of water onto my feet when the ashpalt gets too hot for touch
i want you to be my metaphor for everything
i want it to be simple and complicated and use really big words because im pretentious
but i just want to love you
and as we progress into the robot era
i still sit here writing my love for you
bleeding for you
this is not romeo and juliet
and i never really know what im doing
im actually quite a mess
and this doesnt make sense
but the spark of light for my love of you will never dim to darkness
and i will hold the candle to the heavens as an offering for you to be the eternal light
this is rambling on and on probably
but i love thee
je t'aime
ich liebe dich
i love you
do you compare me to a summer day?
am i colorful like a meadow and soft like a cloud?
am i your greatest living, breathing, loving figuruative language?
or am i another hopeless (hopeful) romantic that is another page in a story that you wont speak of or analyze enough to understand
will you skim me?
i sometimes doubt your knowledge of love for me
i wonder if it's surface love
or if it pulls your heart to your stomach to ache when my touch and laugh is unavailable
i wonder if you mourn at the thought of my pain
and if romeo and juliet is a plausable scenerio
ha ha- joking
i sometimes doubt
but i know thee loves
and im sorry that im like this
but at the same time im not
anyways,
and yes, anyways is a word (at least to me)
(english breaks its own rules all the time)
i shall compare thee to a summers day
and thee shall be loved
let me know what you think. it is odd, i know.
Fah Aug 2013
Well - didn't i say , we'd be in new spaces ... Harlon Dearest

THey got my email somehow

but i got the pictures before it was closed down

i'm a director now
we found the island
it's great working with ya - just saying ,  mad respect to the living dead

just ghosts floating around in machines

i just wanna love everyone ya know
and make sure they are all fine and happy and tuck them into bed with some cookiesz for lunch and just chill about and yaknow have fun :)


i love you harlon rivers from the day you were born to the single day you died and still in eternal (!)
life is
this .


this . is life and the messages from the bottles are all coming back
and so we just send more
and more

and we send them across time answers and space's questions because those fabrics are real and they leave some zeal and i won't keep it under wraps
rivers flows are free and rivers flows don't have eyes that see
they have eyes that carve and caress and breathe and leave the mess till after

we got the cleaners in at the moment

hART

CLEAN THE HEART
AND THE SOUL
YOU KNOW WHERE TO GO

YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO

I AM THE WOUNDED HEALER ON THE RUN


WHAT WE FIGHT IS VERY REAL


but don't you worry

i got friends on all sides

heh heh heh

didn't i tell you i was naughty ...but nice

;)


A little drop of poison  doesn't **** the man quickly

no , his punishment is slow and painful

but i dance with the devil

i have a crown of butterflies and black roses

every day i go more and more insane


jokes we all millionaires up in dis hood

ain't a penny that is wasted

we grow our own food -

metaphysically .

*****.

oops and i being rude again. i swear to you this country is a mess

there ain't no country for old men better than the wild planes of I AM ERICA (translation AMERICA: PEOPLE OF NATURE )

LOL THEY GOT YA


HAHAHAHA
WHO ARE THEY?

THE JOKERS


THE ******* NUTS JOKERS

WHO FLY BY NIGHT

TO DEFEND YO ASSS
BY TEACHING YOU A BIG UP LESSON

NO NO PLEASE DON'T STOP ON MY ACCOUNT
IT'S COOL

YOU JUST SHOUT AND SCREAM AND I'LL BE THERE


INFACT
ALL YOU
NEED TO DO

IS PICK UP THAT CALL

THAT MESSAGE

AND WE WELCOME YOU IN


I'M SHOUTING *** SOME OF YA'LL ARE KINDA FAR AWAY

IN DREAMLAND....LOL.
dreams are real
and have value worth more than money can buy

use wishes wisely
On the Highway, on the Hill–are We there yet?–
makes the Town look like a playset.
First time out in forever, the Valley looming,
the homefront receding, this van cruising.
Man, driving together in the mornin',
each waking with an industrial potion–
caffeine yaknow gets workers workin'–
celebrity talkin'–what We've all got in common.
Noah Oct 2015
Oh the things that we could do
If only youd give me an item or two.
Start out slow then jump the speed,
When i cut them up with a wacker thats made fir weeds
Oh the things that we would feel,
From the beating if hands to the stomp of our heels
Tonight we dine in hell, we must,
For that is what for our blood lusts
We are one and we are two,
But you dont understand the gravity do you?
This is not Vergil im telling you now,
My real name is Noah, you know my real name now
See now is the time that it really gets scary,
Cause its only the real one stop your comparing
Weve planned it for years i planned on my parents,
But i guess i never had the *****, it just comes with habit
But the other disagreed said he only wanted the girls,
But the one you seem most, his blood began to curddle
Ive been homicidal, suicidal since year 6,
I smoked, cut, and now tried **** just for a fix
Writings my passion though thats much is true,
Done with my ditty, sorry if i bothered any of you
Wanna cut? thats wrong, trust me i would know,
Almost lost to much to live one year in the snow
Of course it wasnt me but someone else,
I wont go to that story cause youll be sad in yourselves
The last time a cop taught a class i was in, he asked along the lines if "anyone pointed a knife at you?" Hmmm?
Ive had it a few times, one time too close,
Not all of scars on my body are self inflicted yaknow,
Nope not that time you see,
Someone else held the blade and dragged it over me
Thats the time they took my virginity again by force,
But that was only time 1 before,
Was it assisted suicide you ask?
I was too scared to ask for help in the past,
No not assisted i tell you that for sure,
Cause im a survival of teenage torture
Survivor not survival, i jumble my words,
But now you see why my fists are now curled,
Ah alas ive nothing to say,
Ive no more to tell, at least no more today
Julia Nov 2014
Hey there gorgeous, flash a smile
  Don’t look back, stand straight, you’re fine
Learn to accept a compliment you ****!
  Face hot in the cold wind, tears threaten to fall
  I move on. I am strong.

With the number of boys I kiss, it doesn’t matter
  (all laugh) but why can’t you kiss whoever you’d like?
Can she really pull off that dress? When she, yaknow, looks like that?
  (she can wear whatever the **** she wants) I don’t know, I think it’s cute
  I compliment that girl. She is strong.

Don’t pick that up! Let a man! You’ll get hurt!
  With my strong thighs that lift better than ripped arms?
Don’t worry; the female body can just shut that whole thing down
  With what pre-installed ****-detector application?
  How are such ridiculous notions passed publicly as truth?
  I overhear a young girl correcting her boyfriend’s slur. We are strong.
Jessica Jarvis Jun 2018
To the boiz...
I hope you’re strong enough.
I hope you can carry this responsibility,
because, yaknow, when you pick her up,
get her Snapchat,
slide into her DMs,
it’s important that you support her.
Hold her tight.
With her feet swept out from underneath her,
she has nothing left to support her
but
you.
If you give out,
someone’s about to fall...
in all of the wrong ways,
and here’s an inside tip...
it won’t be you who’s falling.
Yes, to the boiz,
you know I say this with well meant intentions.
I say this with honesty
and love,
but also with the understanding that
if something is dropped,
It’s most likely to break.
To the boiz,
you’re walking a slippery *****.
Don’t slip up.
Just keep this in mind.
6/13/18

Don’t ***** this up...
Charlie Oct 2020
Yaknow, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to feel anymore.

I know that I no longer pine for you like i once did nor hold the seething resentment that used to be so deeply entwined within my very soul at the mere suggestion of your existence.

I know that no matter what I would never want you back, and that I barely think about you anymore.

And yet-

There's still something stopping me moving on, being able to live my life truly apart from you.

Is there still an unfilled maw inside of me from all the pain you put me through?

Why can I simply not trust a man with my body or my soul anymore?

Why can't i just forget you ever burrowed your way into my life?

— The End —